Knocked to the election boss today

Chapter 130 Dreams and wishful thinking (3)

Long Beijue picked up the hair dryer and pressed the button, and the sound of "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo up" it will be heard wantonly.

After adjusting the temperature, he stretched out his hand to brush her long hair, his slender jade fingers running through her hair.

With the gentle warm wind lingering above his head, Qiao Luo raised his eyes slightly, and the corners of the man's raised lips met his eyes.

A little gentle smile, charming and dangerous.

No wonder so many famous ladies are staring at him, this face is enough to drive many people crazy.

She looked away without a trace, her limbs were stiff, and she felt like she was sitting on pins and needles.

Seeing her helplessness, Long Beijue smiled dumbly, and took the initiative to provoke the topic, "When will you go back to Xiyun Pavilion?"

It's still quite far from the city, so I wasted my time on the road.

Qiao Luo said, "It depends on your mood."

"Shall I take you shopping tomorrow?"

Qiao Luo raised his head and asked straightforwardly, "Are you free?"

Alliance, plus a Long family, shouldn't he have a lot of things to do?

Long Beijue nodded, "I've been busy recently."

He has to concentrate on chasing his wife, other things are not important.

"Those rumors outside, are you okay with the Alliance?"

"Are you caring about me?"

Qiao Luo looked away, "Pretend I didn't ask."

Long Beijue laughed. His children looked indifferent and strong, but they were actually shy when teased.

"Rumors stop at the wise, what other people like to think is their business."

Qiao Luo's eyes flickered slightly, but he was big-hearted.

Next, neither of them spoke, only the sound of the hair dryer.

After drying his hair, Long Beijue put down the hair dryer and reached for a comb.

"I'll do it myself." Qiao Luo habitually wanted to refuse.

Long Beijue avoided her hand, walked around behind her, and pressed her shoulder, "Sit down and don't move."

He took a comb and slowly combed her slightly messy long hair.

The long hair like a waterfall is very soft, and it can be cured after a few brushes.

"Okay." Long Beijue put down the comb, a satisfied smile curled up on his lips.

Qiao Luo stood up, hesitated, and asked, "...what do you want to eat?"

A gleam of joy flashed in Long Beijue's eyes, and the corners of his lips pressed into a smile, "It's the first time you cooked noodles for me."

Qiao Luo turned and walked out. Long Beijue tidied up the hair dryer and towels, and followed him out.

On the way to the kitchen, he kept telling, "Don't put coriander."

Qiao Luo pursed her lips and hummed, not distracted, and didn't know if she listened or not.

She was cooking noodles, and Long Beijue was not idle, standing aside and studying.

It looked like he knew it, and when the noodles were about to be cooked, he had almost forgotten the previous steps.

Qiao Luosheng stepped forward, and glanced at the man standing aside from the corner of his eye, "You help me throw these vegetable leaves in the yard."

Long Beijue looked at the vegetable leaves in the basket suspiciously, "What are you doing?"

She said, "For the chickens."

Long Beijue nodded, picked up the vegetable basket and walked out.

As soon as he left, Qiao Luo immediately took out the coriander from the refrigerator, washed it under the faucet, and then divided it into two bowls of noodles.

The problem with picky eaters is that you can't get used to them.

She put the noodles on the table, and as soon as she sat down, Long Beijue came back.

Seeing the shiny green leaves in the bowl, Long Beijue's eyes froze.

Why is it coriander again?

The corner of his mouth curled down, looking depressedly at the woman who was eating noodles.

"Didn't you promise not to put coriander?"

"Is there?" Qiao Luo pretended to be confused, "I forgot."

Long Beijue had no choice but to pull out the chair and sit down, then reached out to pick up the chopsticks.

As soon as he approached the bowl, the coriander smell was too strong, and his face turned blue.

Strange smell as always, wouldn't it be a little embarrassing to pick out the cilantro in front of her?
Seeing him delaying moving his chopsticks, and staring at the coriander with bitter hatred, Qiao Luo couldn't help laughing, and reached out to pick up the coriander in his bowl.

"Is this down?"

Long Beijue heaved a sigh of relief, picked up his chopsticks and started.

Qiao Luo was full after eating half a bowl, so he put down his chopsticks and stopped eating.

In contrast, Long Beijue ate up the bowl, and he looked up at Qiao Luo's bowl, "Don't you want to eat?"

Qiao Luo shook his head, "I'm full."

Hearing this, Long Beijue reached out to take her bowl, and picked up the chopsticks to continue eating.

"Wait." Qiao Luo was dumbfounded, and quickly stopped, "That's what I left."

Long Beijue smiled, "I know."

Qiao Luo, "..."

Knowing that he still eats, isn't he a clean freak?

"It doesn't matter what you eat." As he spoke, he picked up the noodles and continued to eat.

Qiao Luo was stunned, unable to recover for a moment.

Is he really Long Beijue?

……

After two days of observation in the hospital, he learned that as long as he rested, Mr. Han couldn't stay any longer.

After being discharged from the hospital, I went home to recuperate.

"It's better to be at home." Lying on his bed, Mr. Han sighed.

"The smell of disinfectant in the hospital is so bad."

Seeing that the old man's complexion has become more rosy, Han Ru is really happy from the bottom of his heart, "Dad, the doctor can tell you, you should take a good rest when you get home, you have to be more careful."

"Don't worry, I know." Mr. Han waved his hand to let her stop nagging.

He was still waiting to hold his great-grandson, but it was a pity for his life.

"Dad, old man Su is here to visit you." Yu Xu pushed the door open and came in, with old man Su behind him.

His waist was sprained, and Mr. Han didn't dare to move casually. He turned his head cautiously, "Old Su, why are you free to come here today?"

With these two piles of things in the alliance, how could he come to him when he has time.

Old Man Su laughed and laughed, "Don't mention it, you didn't go to the alliance today, and you missed a good show."

Yu Xu moved a chair, "Mr. Su, sit down."

"Dad, let's go out first, you guys talk, and call me if you need anything." Han Ru walked to Yu Xu's side and said softly.

Mr. Han nodded, and Yu Xu and his wife walked out of the room and closed the door by the way.

Old man Su leaned back, adjusted a comfortable posture and sat on the sofa chair.

He said slowly, "Bei Jue didn't attend the meeting this afternoon, but Yue Yi went to the alliance himself."

"What do you mean?" Mr. Han's heart skipped a beat.

"What else could it mean? Bei Jue knew about the things that group of old fellows in the alliance did." Mr. Su sneered.

"Delusionally trying to sway Beijue's power in the alliance, they think they can fool people with their little thinking."

Mr. Han frowned, "Did Bei Jue do something?"

"Yueyi went to the alliance and said that Beijue was going on vacation. During this period of time, he didn't care about the affairs of the alliance. He told them not to bother him. They will be responsible for the consequences of any trouble they cause."

Thinking of the stinky faces of those people when they heard Yue Yi's words, Mr. Su couldn't help laughing.

"You didn't see how their faces stink. If you want me to say, they are asking for trouble."

I don't even think about who the alliance owes to today's glory, I really don't know what it means.

Mr. Han smiled, "It's time for those people to wake up."

Don't daydream all day long, there is a difference between dreams and wishful thinking.

(End of this chapter)