Knocked to the election boss today

Chapter 224 It's cool to hold you (1)

Qi Yi is ambitious, Ming Yuan is not much better, both of them covet the position of Fengyun City City Lord.

He didn't understand, what's so good about that position, what did one or two of them think.

Lan Xi and Duan Fan exchanged glances, their expressions slightly dignified.

Mingyuan must have other purposes in coming to Huacheng, so he still needs to send someone to keep an eye on him.

……

The window was half open, and sparse golden lights sneaked in, shattering the spots of light all over the ground.

Qiao Luo nestled comfortably on the sofa, carelessly scratching the phone screen with his fingertips.

Suddenly, a hot search came up.

#蓝希电影#
Qiao Luo frowned slightly, slid his fingertips, and clicked on the hot search entry.

Looking at the ten lines at a glance, I browsed the hot searched content, only to find that Lan Xi was going to star in the drama that Zhang Dong invited her to be the male lead.

Her eyes were slightly darkened, and there was a star point of doubt.

The third senior brother always likes to be quiet, even sometimes he won't attend his own art exhibition, why would he suddenly choose to film?
Qiao Luo stared blankly at the content on the phone, lost in thought.

During this period, the clear figure of the man walked in front of her, slightly blocking the light.

A clear voice sounded above her head, "Why are you looking so engrossed?"

After saying that, the big hand with sharp bones took away her mobile phone.

Qiao Luo came back to his senses and was already a step behind.

Ruined.

She raised her head and met the man's gaze, his deep black eyes were full of amusement.

"Lan Xi?"

The moderate voice released a dangerous signal.

Qiao Luo raised his hand to touch his nose, coughed lightly, "I got it by accident."

She was telling the truth, she just brushed it accidentally, and she really didn't pay attention to it.

Of course, whether he believes it or not is his business.

Long Beijue took a step forward and sat on the sofa next to her.

Putting the phone on the table, he reached out and pulled the person beside him into his arms.

The movement is as fast as a ghost, and it is done in one go.

Long Beijue put one arm around her shoulders and the other around her waist.

The sexy subwoofer landed next to her ear, "Which hand brushed it by accident, huh?"

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

Could it be possible to chop off her hand?

She raised her left hand and glanced at him coldly, "How about this hand?"

Long Beijue narrowed his eyes dangerously, held her hand, lowered his head and bit her lightly.

The strength is very light, and I can't bear to use real force.

Qiao Luo's eyes widened, and he withdrew his hand reflexively, angrily and amused, "Long Beijue, are you a dog?"

And biting, the kindergartners are not into it anymore.

She glanced at her hand, there was a faint tooth mark under the little finger.

She clenched her fist and rubbed against his shirt where the teeth marks were, "Look at what you did."

Long Beijue raised his eyebrows, pinching her jaw with his fingertips, Qiao Luo was forced to raise his head.

As soon as he was about to speak, he preempted him, "I'm prettier, or Lan Xi is prettier?"

Qiao Luo, "..."

This question has no nutrition at all.

"Long Beijue, you..."

Long Beijue interrupted her, and said in a resentful tone, "You still call me by my first name."

Qiao Luo laughed angrily, and asked patiently, "Then what do you want me to call you?"

Is it possible to call it dear, baby or something?
Forget it, it would be faster to kill her.

"Anyway, just don't call them by their first and last names," he said.

He's a famous man now.

Facing his stubborn eyes, Qiao Luo couldn't laugh or cry.

She asked, "That's Beijue?"

Long Beijue shook his head, "It's called by Grandma and the others."

Qiao Luo smiled slyly, stretched out his hand and touched his head, and said in a wicked way, "What's that called, Longlong?"

The corners of Long Beijue's lips trembled slightly, knowing that she was deliberately teasing him.

He curled his fingers and lightly scratched the tip of her nose, "I'll give you one more chance at last."

If you can't say it again, you will be punished.

Qiao Luo pouted, lowered his head into his arms and pretended to be confused, "I don't know, I can't figure it out."

The corners of Long Beijue's eyebrows raised slightly, and his slender jade-like fingertips gently scratched the back of her neck.

Sliding down inch by inch, Qiao Luo's eyes suddenly widened.

She shrank her neck and raised her hand to grab the man's hand that was sliding down.

She said in embarrassment, "Long Beijue, you need to stop."

Since the three-month betting contract was voided, this man has become more and more confident as if he is holding a golden medal.

Long Beijue's deep eyes were dim, and he lowered his head and lightly pecked the corner of her lips, "I'm already done enough, can't you see it?"

If it wasn't enough, he would have dragged her to get the marriage certificate long ago.

Qiao Luo was in a daze for a few seconds, and then his face burned, "You, you..."

Even after being attacked several times by him, Qiao Luo was still not used to it.

At least, she can't be as thick-skinned as him now.

Seeing her helplessness and embarrassment, Long Beijue curled his lips into a smile, "Enough is enough, understand?"

Qiao Luo managed to regain his voice, gritted his teeth and said, "I don't understand, you big rascal."

Long Beijue smiled dumbly, and approached, "Then do it again?"

Qiao Luo glared at him, raised his hand and pushed his face away, "Stay where it's cool."

Long Beijue answered, "It's cool to hold you."

She has a cold body, and her hands and feet are cold in winter. It is really cool to be with her.

Cholo choked.

His uncle's.

"So, am I prettier, or Lan Xi is prettier?" Long Beijue returned to the topic and asked vigorously.

Listen carefully, there is still a sour smell.

Qiao Luo looked at him amusedly, "Young Master Long also has a day of not being confident?"

Long Beijue said, "That's only because of you."

Touching the seriousness in his eyes, Qiao Luo's pale lips curled slightly, "You look good."

Although the third senior brother is good-looking, he is still slightly inferior to the person in front of him.

Long Beijue's face instantly brightened, and his heart immediately felt at ease.

Seeing his upturned mouth, Qiao Luo shook his head helplessly, "Happy?"

Long Beijue pressed the corners of his lips, and said duplicity, "It's okay."

Qiao Luo pursed his lips, the dead duck's mouth was stiff.

"Can you let me go now?"

"What's the hurry, there's something else." Long Beijue held her waist and looked at her with a half-smile.

"Then what should you call me?"

Qiao Luo grinds his back molars, "..."

"Have you figured it out yet?" As he spoke, Long Beijue scratched the soft flesh around her waist.

Qiao Luo was afraid of ticklish, his thin body trembled, and he quickly pressed his hand.

"I warn you, don't make trouble."

Long Beijue chuckled, if he didn't move his hands, he would move his mouth.

He lowered his head and pecked her face lightly, "Is this a little inspiration, huh?"

Qiao Luo watched him talking nonsense in a serious manner, and almost punched him in the face.

Inspiration hammer.

She imitated his way of playing rascals, and dragged her tune, humming, "I can't think about it when I'm hungry, and I don't have the strength to think about it."

She shook her legs, struggling to get out of his arms.

"Long Beijue, if you don't let go, I won't come to you next time. Let go."

(End of this chapter)