Knocked to the election boss today

Chapter 220 Luo Bao, don't want others (1)

His shoulders sank, and Qiao Luo was almost crushed by him.

It's too heavy.

Han Ru looked at Qiao Luo's thin appearance, and reached out to help Long Beijue.

Unexpectedly, before touching his arm, he dodged it.

Han Ru's outstretched hand was frozen in the air, and she blinked, feeling a little dazed.

Is she despised?
Long Beijue leaned on Qiao Luo, and said slightly drunk, "Luo Hug, don't want anyone else."

Saying this, I'm so heartbroken.

Han Ru couldn't help laughing. Sure enough, having a daughter-in-law is different. Her little aunt has become someone else so quickly.

"Xiao Luo, it seems that you are the only one who has to work hard."

Facing the narrow smile in her eyes, Qiao Luo showed embarrassment, wishing to find a tape to cover Long Beijue's mouth.

Han Ru stopped teasing her and said, "Beijue's room is the second on the left on the second floor, and your room is next to his."

Qiao Luo nodded and helped Long Beijue upstairs.

A short road, long because of a drunkard.

After entering the room, Qiao Luo threw Long Beijue on the bed, turned around and sat on the edge of the bed panting, and couldn't help cursing from the bottom of his heart, he looked very thin, but he didn't expect it to be so heavy.

Suddenly, the person lying on the side moved.

Warm big hands covered her wrists, Qiao Luo was defenseless, and the strong force easily pulled her over.

For a while, the world spun, and his fair cheek hit his strong chest.

The cold fragrance mixed with the smell of wine lingered on the tip of her nose, lingering.

Qiao Luo calmed down, raised his head, and the man's sharp jaw line came into view.

She pressed the brocade quilt with both hands, and made a gesture to get up, "Long Beijue, don't take this opportunity to get drunk, if you don't let go, I'll really beat you."

"Ha ha."

Low and deep laughter swayed, and the ending was slightly hoarse.

"I'll beat you up."

He is not stupid, if he lets go, she will leave.

"..."

The corners of Qiao Luo's lips trembled slightly. Is he really drunk or pretending to be drunk?
Before she could react, the big hand on her shoulder tightened suddenly, and Qiao Luo fell on him again.

When he didn't notice, his forehead hit his collarbone, and Qiao Luo let out a muffled snort.

Just when he was about to lose his temper, the man's clear voice rang in his ears, "Hey, it's late, it's time to go to bed."

As he spoke, he patted her on the back lightly, as if coaxing a child.

Qiao Luo was immediately discouraged, angry and funny.

She raised her head and met the man's deep black eyes, which were a bit blurred, not as clear as before.

She turned her eyes, a sly smile appeared on the corner of her lips, and said softly, "Long Beijue, shall we sign a contract?"

Long Beijue hummed subconsciously, not knowing if he listened.

"Just write the content of the contract. Long Beijue will listen to Qiao Luo from now on. Whatever Qiao Luo says, Long Beijue must agree unconditionally. Is this okay?" She coaxed softly.

Long Beijue looked down at her, frowning coldly, looking thoughtful.

After a while, he murmured two words, "No."

Qiao Luo was not annoyed either, and asked curiously, "Why not?"

Even drunk and still so hard to turn, she fully suspected that he was pretending to be drunk.

Long Beijue's bewildered eyes showed a bit of charm, and his voice was slightly hoarse, "I can listen to you for other matters, and I will listen to me when I go back to the room."

Qiao Luo was stunned, and after a few seconds, he recalled his words.

Her face burned instantly, and she raised her hand to grab his collar, "Long Beijue, are you not drunk at all?"

Who is as drunk as him, with such a strange brain circuit.

"You're kidding me."

Long Beijue laughed, buried his head into her neck, and muttered, "I'm so sleepy."

With black lines all over his head, Qiao Luo stretched out his hand and pushed him, "Get up if you're not drunk."

Before she finished speaking, the sound of the man's steady breathing fell on her ears.

Qiao Luo squinted at him from the corner of his eye, and pushed him again.

After waiting for a while, there was still no movement.

After confirming that he was really asleep, Qiao Luo looked helpless.

With cleverness, she broke free from his hand, and just stood up, but found that his hand was still tugging at the corner of her clothes.

After a couple of tugs, Qiao Luo simply gave up when he couldn't stand someone holding on too tightly.

Since he likes it, give him the sweater.

Qiao Luo was wearing short sleeves and walked out briskly.

Back in the guest room, Han Ru came upstairs to look for her, holding a set of clothes in his hand.

"Xiao Luo, this is Feifei's pajamas, if you haven't worn it, you can wear it for one night."

Qiao Luo reached out to take it, and said warmly, "Thank you."

Han Ru smiled, "Then go to bed early."

After sending Han Ru away, Qiao Luo walked into the room.

The landscape lights in the courtyard went out one after another, and everyone in the Han family rested.

In the middle of the night, a tall figure sneaked into the guest room.

The wall lamp emitted orange light, illuminating the man's well-known dark eyes.

She has been sleeping lightly outside, but the barely audible sound of footsteps still woke Qiao Luo up.

She opened her eyes and looked sleepily at the man standing by the bed.

When their eyes met, she read a bit of resentment from the man's eyes.

Moving her eyes down, she saw the white sweater in his hand, she couldn't laugh or cry and said, "Long Beijue, why are you wandering around holding my sweater in the middle of the night?"

After drinking so much wine, shouldn't it be the kind that can't be shaken by sleeping until dawn?
Long Beijue threw the sweater at the end of the bed, then stretched out his hand to lift off the quilt, and lay down on it.

After some operations, Qiao Luo was stunned.

"Hey, what are you doing, this is not your room." She reminded.

He sleeps here, if someone finds out, she will lose face.

Long Beijue reached out to grab her, and pressed her into his arms with a forceful and domineering movement, "Sleep."

Qiao Luo's head was full of black lines, "..."

There is no such thing as him.

She emphasized, "Long Beijue, this is at your grandfather's house."

The most important thing is that those uncles and aunts live here today, if they find out, the scene will probably be lively tomorrow.

Long Beijue lowered his head, smelling the fragrance of her hair, and the emptiness in his heart was instantly filled, "What are you afraid of, they all know you are my wife."

Jolo petrified.

She stretched out her hand to push him, and said firmly, "No, you can go back to your room now, or if you stay here, I will go to your room, choose one of the two, and you choose yourself."

Long Beijue frowned, and said in a muffled voice, "I'll go back to my room early tomorrow, they won't find out."

Qiao Luo shook his head, "No."

Long Beijue rubbed his head against her neck, dragging his tune, "I can't sleep without you here."

The ink-colored shattered hair brushed her face vaguely, tickling her.

Qiao Luo shrank his neck and said helplessly, "Don't make trouble."

Taking advantage of the victory, Long Beijue chased after him and asked, "Then can I stay?"

"No." She said.

Long Beijue pretended not to hear, and pressed her into his arms, "Go to sleep."

Seeing that he was going to play tricks again, Qiao Luo said amusedly, "Long Beijue, there is no one like you."

Long Beijue looked down at her with deep eyes, "If you don't want to sleep, can we talk about other things?"

(End of this chapter)