Knocked to the election boss today

Chapter 18 You Are Cursing Me

Qiao Luo nodded, his red lips moved slightly, "Downstairs..."

The phone rang suddenly, interrupting her.

Qiao Luo put down his teacup, reached for his phone, and casually glanced at the caller ID.

A string of unfamiliar numbers.

I don't know it at all.

She slid to answer, and brought the phone to her ear, "Who is there?"

"It's me, Long Beijue."

A magnetic voice sounded like a cello, low and deep.

Qiao Luo's pale eyes paused for a moment, with a little bit of astonishment.

Long Beijue?
She reacted quickly, her tone was indifferent, "Is there something wrong?"

On the other end of the phone, Long Beijue was leaning on the sofa, turning the ring on his hand habitually.

"Ah."

"Would you like to place an order?" she asked.

Long Beijue, "..."

She opened a coffin shop, didn't she order...

"Are you cursing me?" He spoke lazily, with no emotion or anger.

Qiao Luo recollected his words, inexplicably wanting to laugh, "It's not an order, what else is there?"

She doesn't seem to have anything to do with him, at most, she agreed to one condition last night.

Long Beijue said straight to the point, "There is a deal, come out and talk?"

"Trading?" Qiao Luo frowned, thinking about Long Beijue's identity, she refused softly, "No need, Young Master Long has a noble status, so we should find someone else for such a transaction."

She just wants to live her life in peace, and doesn't want to get involved in those conspiracies, she is not in the mood to accompany her.

Long Beijue was not in a hurry, and took the initiative to throw out the bait, "The shop was smashed, you don't want to get compensation from Liu Yan?"

Qiao Luo's eyes froze, and after a while, she said in a low voice, "Young Master Long will not care about this matter."

Anticipating that she might refuse, Long Beijue said in an unhurried manner, "You can set the price, and I will give it to you along with the few people who smashed the store that day, how about it?"

Qiao Luo's eyes flickered slightly, and his mind turned quickly, "Is this the condition mentioned yesterday?"

Long Beijue raised his eyebrows. She took advantage of all the benefits, and wanted to take the opportunity to use up the conditions. She was shrewd.

He teased, "Boss Qiao usually does business like this?"

"Young Master Long can think whatever you want, if there is nothing else, I will hang up the phone." Qiao Luo said.

Long Beijue's eyes darkened suddenly, "Bring the antidote and send the address to your phone."

Qiao Luo said hello and hung up the phone immediately.

It was the first time in his life that someone hung up on the phone. Long Beijue glanced at the phone, his expression froze for a few seconds.

Aside, Yue Yi heard the clouds and mist.

Boss Joe?

Antidote?

Is it possible...

Yue Yi was stunned, showing shock on his face, and asked in disbelief, "Young master, did Qiao Luo do the injury on Liu Yan's face?"

No wonder the young master asked him to check Qiao Luo's cell phone number when he went out this morning. The wound on Liu Yan's face turned out to be her handwriting, which is really incredible.

After sending Qiao Luo the address, Long Beijue put away his phone and hummed, which was his default.

Looking at Long Beijue, Yue felt something was wrong, "Young master, you already knew that Liu Yan's injury was related to Qiao Luo?"

No doctor can heal the wound on Liu Yan's face. She is still useful to them now, so she has to save it for now.

Long Beijue nodded, and stood up suddenly, "Notify me, the plan is proceeding normally."

In less than two days, Sifang should be officially expelled from the Long family.

Yue Yi stood up, with a respectful expression, "Yes."

"Prepare the car and go to the tea house."

After finishing speaking, Long Beijue walked towards the door.

Yue Yi didn't have time to think about it, so he quickly followed.

the other side.

Qiao Luo changed his clothes to go out, but the car broke down again.

"Why don't you get someone to fix it?" Chang Granny stood at the door and asked gently when she saw that the car couldn't start.

Qiao Luo got out of the car and slammed the door.

"boom--"

She stretched out her foot and kicked the tire. It was repaired just two days ago, and now something happened to her again.

so...

"There's no need to fix it. I'll find someone to tow the car and sell it later."

She's going to buy a new one, she doesn't want this broken car anymore.

Grandma Chang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Then you're not going out?"

"I'll take a taxi." With that said, Qiao Luo walked to the side of the road and waved his hand.

The location of the store is very good, and it is very convenient to take a taxi.

Soon, a white car stopped in front of Qiao Luo, she opened the door and got in.

"Go to Heming Tea House," she said.

The driver started the car and left, and Granny Chang slowly turned around and went back to the house.

……

And tea house.

The smooth sound of the piano echoes in the tea house, and the melodious sound is like pearls falling on a jade plate.

Stepping into the tea house, Qiao Luo habitually looked at the tea house, and everything he saw was full of ancient flavor.

The quiet and melodious sound of the piano and the mellow tea fragrance make people feel relaxed.

Qiao Luo raised his eyebrows lightly, the owner of the teahouse has good taste.

"Miss, I'm sorry, the tea house is closed today." The waiter standing at the door said politely, "Why don't you come back another day?"

Qiao Luo withdrew his gaze, and just about to speak, he caught a glimpse of a figure in the distance from the corner of his eye, and swallowed the words again.

"You all go down." Yueyi walked over and waved his hands.

"Yes."

Seeing Yue Yi, the waiters stepped aside respectfully.

The more he looked at Qiao Luo, the clear eyes exposed outside the mask shone brightly.

I have to say that these are a pair of very beautiful eyes.

He made a gesture of invitation and said with a smile, "Miss Qiao, please come upstairs."

Qiao Luo nodded, and walked beside him.

Speechless all the way.

Yue Yi watched Qiao Luo secretly, her temper was too cold, if it were any other woman, she probably would have asked him about the young master long ago, but she didn't care at all.

There was still some distance from the box, and Yue opened the chatter box, breaking the embarrassing silence, "Miss Qiao's shop is doing good business."

Qiao Luo hummed perfunctorily, and then there was no more to say.

Seeing that the place was getting cold again, Yue Yi asked again, "Does Miss Qiao usually deliver the goods herself?"

Qiao Luo slowed down, raised his eyelids, and glanced at him, "Do you want to place an order?"

The more he choked, the corners of his lips trembled.

"..."

He is so young, is it possible for him to order a coffin and paper money?

Holding a trace of hope, he asked, "Aside from coffins and paper money, are there other things selling in Ms. Qiao's shop?"

Jolo, "Wreath."

Yue Yi spit out a mouthful of old blood, and his expression became weird.

Well, he was thinking too much.

He shouldn't have asked.

Suffering a burst of critical blows, in order not to let himself "bring shame on himself" again, Yueyi stopped talking.

Walking to the door of the box, Yue Yi reached out and knocked on the door, then pushed the door open and walked in.

(End of this chapter)