Knocked to the election boss today

Chapter 133 Whoever dares to snatch it will be given a coffin (3)

In the middle of the night, the cold wind was blowing ruthlessly against the windows.

In the back room, there was silence.

The candle flame flickered, unable to emit a faint light.

I tossed and turned countless times, but still didn't feel sleepy at all.

A barely audible sigh drowned out from between his lips, and Qiao Luo sat up.

She lifted the mosquito net and raised her eyes to look in the direction of the door, wondering if he was asleep.

Isn't it aggrieved for such a tall person to shrink on the 1.5-meter sofa?
After hesitating again and again, she lifted the quilt and got off the bed lightly.

Putting on her slippers, she reached out to pick up the candlestick on the table, and carefully pushed open the door.

The swishing cold wind rolled in from the window, and it was much colder outside than the inner room.

Lost to the strength of the cold wind, the candle couldn't hold on and went out.

Qiao Luo rolled his eyes helplessly, and put the candlestick on the wooden cabinet beside him.

She stepped over the threshold, moved her feet and walked out.

The outer room was too dark, giving it a somewhat gloomy look.

Qiao Luo looked at the sofa, which was empty.

The quilt is still there, but the person is gone.

She frowned and couldn't help but quicken her pace.

"Long Beijue?"

Where did you go in the middle of the night?

No one was found in the room, so she turned and walked outside.

As she walked, she called, "Long Beijue?"

"At this."

A magnetic voice sounded behind him, with a slightly hoarse tone.

Qiao Luo turned around suddenly, and the man was leaning against the kitchen door, his bottomless black eyes gleamed brightly, and he was smiling a bit.

She walked up to him, "What are you doing in the kitchen so late?"

Don't you have enough to eat tonight?
"Can't sleep." He said, raising the beer in his hand.

Qiao Luo was slightly taken aback. She planned to make beer duck two days ago, so she specially bought two cans of beer, but he was sharp-eyed and could dig it out of the refrigerator.

"I'm used to drinking good wine, but beer is also in the eyes of Young Master Long?"

Hearing the tease in her words, Long Beijue chuckled softly, "Would you like a drink?"

"I don't know how to drink." She said bluntly.

Long Beijue asked suspiciously, "You can't even drink beer?"

Qiao Luo said, "I bought this beer to cook beer duck, not to drink it."

Long Beijue's eyes rolled, "So you've never had beer?"

Qiao Luo nodded. She drank red wine only once, poured half a glass, and never drank again.

She had long forgotten the taste of wine, let alone beer.

Neither Ye Qi nor Qiao Luo have anything to do with wine.

Long Beijue's lips curled into an evil smile, "Beer also has its own unique taste, don't you want to try it?"

Qiao Luo glanced at the beer in his hand, shook his head firmly, "I don't want to."

"Just a cup, have a taste?" He coaxed softly.

The hoarse voice has a unique timbre, captivating people without knowing it.

Jolo hesitated.

"Beer with a very low alcohol content will not make you drunk. Feifei can drink a can." After speaking, there is a vague element of aggressiveness.

Qiao Luo nodded lightly, "A small cup."

Long Beijue hooked his lips, turned and walked back to the kitchen.

After a while, he took a can of beer and came out with a glass.

The two came to the courtyard and sat side by side on the bench.

Pulling the tab, Long Beijue first poured half a glass of beer for her, "Here."

Qiao Luo reached out to take the cup, and sniffed lightly at the tip of his nose.

Unlike red wine, the taste is a bit strange.

Glancing from the corner of the eye, the man had already drunk it.

Tilting his head slightly, his Adam's apple rolled, and his lazy posture was somewhat sexy.

Qiao Luo withdrew his gaze, moved the mouth of the cup to his lips, and took a sip.

The taste is not as choking as expected, a bit astringent.

But it's cold, and drinking at night has a special taste, a little bit hot.

She took one sip after another, and the small half cup soon bottomed out.

Seeing this, Long Beijue quickly stopped her, reached out and snatched her cup, "Don't drink it so fast, just taste it, it's too cold."

Qiao Luo brushed his hand away, grabbed his collar, and stood up in a weak footsteps, "Who are you, dare to grab my cup, huh?"

Her clear eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and she was slightly drunk at first sight.

A flash of surprise flashed in Long Beijue's eyes, can he be drunk with half a glass of beer?

"Steal me, beat you, want to beat you." Qiao Luo grabbed his collar with both hands and yelled vaguely.

"Losing money, those who want to lose money, do you hear me?"

Different from the usual coldness, the gentle voice is soft and waxy, with a bit of cuteness.

Long Beijue's heart was so soft that he looked at her blushing cheeks and couldn't help chuckling.

He put down the beer, wrapped his arms around her to prevent her from falling, and coaxed softly, "Okay, I will pay you as much as I want, okay?"

"No, grab my things, I want to send you a coffin, a coffin..." She pushed his hand away and walked staggeringly.

Send a coffin?
So vicious while drunk?
Long Beijue took a step forward, stretched out his hand to hold her, and prevented her from running around, "Hey, let's go in first, shall we go in and have a glass of water?"

Feeling drunk, Qiao Luo pushed him away with a fierce tone, "No, what kind of onion are you? I'll beat you up if you pull again."

Long Beijue, "..."

He pulled her?

In an instant, Long Beijue had the illusion of shooting himself in the foot with a rock.

Qiao Luo walked out while talking to himself, "I'm going to see the stars, to see the stars..."

With a big stride, he was taken back again.

Long Beijue took her hand with one hand and her waist with the other, coaxing softly, "Luo, you're drunk, let's go in and have a glass of water, shall we?"

"I'm not drunk, do you understand Haiquan?" As she spoke, she bumped her forehead against his chest and said inarticulately, "I'm Qiao Luo, and Qiao Luo won't be drunk."

Long Beijue couldn't laugh or cry, raised his hand to touch her head, and followed her words, "Yes, my family Luo is the most powerful, the most powerful."

Qiao Luo nodded his head indiscriminately, unable to hide his disappointment, and said incoherently, "I have nothing left, nothing left."

Sensing the loneliness in her words, Long Beijue's heart twitched, and he held her face with both hands and pressed it against her forehead.

"No, Qiao Luo has Long Beijue, and Long Beijue belongs to Qiao Luo alone."

Qiao Luo was forced to raise his head, and the red corners of his eyes caught his eyes, and his heart tightened suddenly.

"Long Beijue?" She looked at him with dazed eyes and murmured his name.

Long Beijue's voice became more gentle, "Yes, as long as you want, Long Beijue belongs to you alone, and no one can take it away."

Qiao Luo looked at him fixedly, and after a while, she grinned, "It's a deal?"

Long Beijue nodded, with a slight smile on his lips, "It's a deal."

"Want to pull the hook?" She stretched out her little finger, and her childish behavior made Long Beijue smile.

He stretched out his little finger and hooked her finger, "Okay, pull the hook."

Qiao Luo narrowed his eyes with a smile, and said in a gentle voice, "Long Beijue belongs to Qiao Luo, whoever dares to snatch it will give the coffin to him."

Long Beijue couldn't help laughing, "Okay."

The next moment, she changed the subject, "I'm going to the mountains to watch the stars."

As she spoke, she dragged him out.

Long Beijue shook his head and smiled, stretched out his arms and hugged her horizontally, coaxing, "We won't go to the mountain, let's go to another place to see."

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(End of this chapter)