Knocked to the election boss today

Chapter 131 Shouldn’t Candlelight Dinner Be Red Candles (1)

Mr. Su changed the subject, "Did you persuade Bei Jue about that matter?"

"No more persuasion." Mr. Han narrowed his eyes with a smile, "He can do whatever he wants."

Mr. Su looked at him strangely, "Old Han, what stimulated you? Could it be that you smashed your head?"

Two days ago, I was so angry that I jumped, but now I say I don’t care.

"You just broke your head." Mr. Han rolled his eyes at him, "I've sprained my waist, so I can't hope that I'll get better."

Grandpa Su was shocked, "You agree?"

Mr. Han said, "I agree, why don't you agree?"

Of course he had to agree, he was still waiting to see his grandson-in-law.

Grandpa Su was even more shocked, "Old Han, when did your ideological realm become so high?"

Mr. Han chuckled, "That is."

"It's not right, it's still not right, you must have hit your head." Old Man Su leaned forward and carefully observed his head.

"I'll contact you with a doctor and let him come and see you."

Mr. Han, "..."

Would you say that to his face?

"Come on, don't stare at my hair, if you keep staring at it, you will see that my hair is bald."

"Tell me, what's going on?" Mr. Su stopped joking and asked curiously.

Mr. Han smiled mysteriously, "You can't tell now, but you will know later."

Mr. Su frowned, and even played tricks on him.

He said, "Since you don't tell me, then I won't ask, but you should also persuade Beijue, and Fengyun City should pay more attention."

"If I want to persuade you to go, I won't go." Mr. Han said.

With Bei Jue's temperament, it would be bad luck for anyone to persuade him.

Old Man Su snorted, "You are his grandfather, why don't you try to persuade you?"

"Anyway, I won't persuade you. If you want to persuade you, you can persuade me." Mr. Han said indifferently.

Anyway, as long as he sees his grandson-in-law and great-grandson to hug, he doesn't care about other things.

Grandpa Su couldn't laugh or cry, and he suspected that he knocked his head even more.

……

The moonlight melts, and the faint starlight appears and disappears from time to time.

The window was ajar, and a dim light sneaked out from inside.

"Ha ha."

A hoarse laugh escaped from his throat, startling the night.

Long Beijue withdrew his hand, looked at the woman opposite with a smile on his face, and held a white chess piece with his fingertips.

"Want another game?"

Qiao Luo looked down at the chessboard, and it was a draw for the second time.

She reached for the lid and closed the chess box.

It was a draw both times, and it was no fun to play again.

He raised his head and met his gaze, "Aren't you going back?"

Long Beijue slowly stretched his crossed legs, and said lazily, "I'm tired, I don't want to drive."

Is this the reason again?

Qiao Luo was speechless, and his red lips moved slightly, "I only have one room here, and there is no room for you."

The subtext is to let him leave quickly.

Long Beijue pulled his lips and smiled, "I don't choose, just squeeze into a room."

Squeeze a room, is it possible to squeeze a bed?

Qiao Luo looked away, "No."

Long Beijue folded his hands on the table and leaned in front of her, "I sleep on the sofa inside."

"Do not……"

Before she could finish speaking, the lights went out.

As far as the eye can see, it is pitch black.

Qiao Luo frowned, turned to look out the window, and the lights in the courtyard were also dimmed.

Could it be that the switch has failed?
She got up and walked out, Long Beijue followed.

The electric switch is on the kitchen side, Long Beijue stretched out his hand and pulled Qiao Luo away, "I'll do it."

Turning on the switch, Qiao Luo stood aside and watched.

She is really not good at repairing cars and electric brakes.

After a while, Long Beijue turned to look at her, "It's because the switch is broken, I need someone to fix it."

Qiao Luo frowned, no wonder the previous electrician said that it is easy to short-circuit the wires here.

She had only lived for a few days, and the electric switch had a problem so soon.

"Should I get someone to fix it now?" Long Beijue asked.

Qiao Luo shook his head, "No, I'll fix it tomorrow."

It's too troublesome for someone to come over so late, and it's no big deal if the power is cut off.

She turned around and walked to the wooden cabinet beside her, opened the drawer, and took out the candle and lighter from it.

To light the fire, she skillfully lit the candle and placed it on the candlestick.

The candlelight flickered, and the wind blew, instantly swallowed by darkness.

Qiao Luo, "..."

Is it so disrespectful?

"Ha ha."

Long Beijue chuckled, walked over slowly, and closed the window with his hand.

Immediately afterwards, he reached out and took the lighter from her hand, "How many do you want?"

"These, all of them." Qiao Luo took out all the candles in the drawer and said softly.

Long Beijue took a quick look and found that there were nearly a dozen candles.

Still all white.

Could it be that she brought it from Xiyun Pavilion?

He hooked his lips, picked up the candle and lit it.

Qiao Luo reached for a candlestick and walked towards the refrigerator.

Even though there was a power outage, we still had dinner.

The white candle was burning faintly, and the soft light drove away the darkness of the kitchen, exuding a bit of warmth.

Long Beijue took the bowl and chopsticks and put them on the table, looking at the white candles around him, the corners of his lips trembled slightly.

Shouldn't candlelight dinner be red candles?

The white candles in this room are really...

"Bring me the soup."

A woman's cold voice came from the side, and Long Beijue turned around and walked over.

Invisibly, a sense of tacit understanding quietly grew.

During the meal, Long Beijue once again brought up the topic of staying here tonight.

Qiao Luo still had two words, "No."

"I sleep on the sofa in the outer room?"

In order to stay here, Young Master Long also fought hard.

Chasing a daughter-in-law, sleeping on the sofa is nothing.

Jolo, "No."

Long Beijue's eyelids drooped slightly, and an undercurrent flowed deep in the bottom of his eyes, "I won the game, let me stay here."

Qiao Luo rolled his eyelids, "Compared to what?"

"Rock-paper-scissors, one round decides the outcome," he said.

Qiao Luo, "..."

Rock paper scissors?
He still plays such a childish game?

He held her wrist and looked at her with burning eyes, "Just one game."

"No..." She tilted her head slightly, meeting the hope in his eyes, her heart softened.

She was defeated, "Just one game."

Long Beijue's thin lips curled slightly, and a touching smile appeared in his eyes.

Qiao Luo put down his chopsticks and clenched his fists.

The next moment, the two shot at the same time.

She gave stones, and he gave cloth.

Victory and defeat.

Qiao Luo looked down at his fist, and the corner of his lips twitched.

Do you want to be so bad.

On the side, after winning the game, the corners of Long Beijue's lips almost reached the sky.

He picked up the bowl and served her soup courteously, "Eat more."

Qiao Luo glanced at him, slightly depressed in his heart.

……

Dragon's house.

The sound of hurried footsteps came from the stairwell, which attracted Mrs. Long's sideways attention.

"Grandma."

Long Yi'an rushed over and rushed to sit beside Mrs. Long.

He panted slightly, "Grandma, why hasn't eldest brother come back yet?

Mrs. Long raised her hand and tapped his forehead lightly, with a kind smile on her face, "What are you doing in such a hurry, if you fall, don't cry out for pain."

(End of this chapter)