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Chapter 233 Who Is Your Daughter-in-Law, Just Nonsense (1)

Yue Er tilted his head, "Ming Shao, please."

Mingyuan glanced at him, resisting the urge to tear up the ticket.

Turning around, his face was as gloomy as ink, and there was a gloomy cold light in his eyes.

Long Beijue, the more you care about that stinky girl Qiao Luo, the more obvious your weakness will be.

Sooner or later, he will make him, Long Beijue, pay a painful price for what happened today.

Yue Er stood at the door, watching him pack his luggage, with a mocking smile on his lips.

It's not good to provoke anyone, but to provoke their young wife, that's the rebellion of his young master.

……

The luxurious crystal lamps reflect soft light, and against the night outside the window, the room is a little more warm.

The bedroom door was open, and a bright light slipped in unscrupulously.

The figure on the bed moved, and Qiao Luo slowly opened his eyes, which were full of confusion.

She raised her hand and pinched the center of her eyebrows, her confused eyes gradually became clear.

Memories before coma flashed in his mind, Qiao Luo looked at the white ceiling in a daze, the light in his eyes gradually disappeared.

She still hurt him.

At this time, a tall figure appeared at the door.

The footsteps were getting closer.

"woke up?"

The deep voice was full of surprises, and it was very ear-catching.

Qiao Luo turned his head, and the man had already walked to the bed.

Stretching out his long arms, he pulled the person and the quilt into his arms.

Long Beijue hugged her and sat by the bed, raised his hand to her forehead, still had a low fever.

He looked down at her and asked softly, "Does your head still hurt?"

Qiao Luo shook his head, his eyes swept over his neck, his cold white skin was covered with bruises, which was very dazzling.

He is an idiot, knowing that she is losing her mind, why doesn't he hide.

Sensing her gaze, Long Beijue raised his hand to cover her pale face, rubbing his fingertips lightly, "It's okay, it will disappear tomorrow."

Qiao Luo lowered his head, his voice hoarse, "I told you to stay away from me, why are you so stupid."

If she hadn't stopped her at that time, she would have accidentally injured him, what would he want her to do.

Long Beijue pulled his lips and smiled, "For the sake of my wife, it's worth being silly once in a while."

Knowing that he was trying to make her happy, Qiao Luo pouted, "Who is your wife, you are just talking nonsense."

"You, who else could it be?"

After saying that, Long Beijue lowered his head and pecked her lips lightly.

"I made ginger tea for you, and I'll heat it up for you again."

Qiao Luo looked at him suspiciously, and his tone was full of suspicion, "Can you make ginger tea?"

It's not that she underestimated him, it's that he has no talent in cooking.

If he cooks, he shouldn't blow up the kitchen, right?
Long Beijue raised his eyebrows, "You underestimated this young master?"

Qiao Luo didn't speak anymore, it was a tacit consent.

She didn't want to underestimate him, but reality didn't allow it.

Long Beijue was overjoyed, tore off the quilt, got up and walked out with her in his arms.

Passing the living room, Qiao Luo smelled a smell of paste in the air.

It looked like something had been overcooked.

She looked up at him, "Did you cook anything else?"

A look of embarrassment flashed across Long Beijue's eyes, he put her on the sofa, changed the subject and said, "Sit here, I'll get you ginger tea."

Without giving her a chance to ask, he turned and walked towards the kitchen.

Qiao Luo looked at his fleeing back and frowned. Could it be that the kitchen really blew up?

Thinking of this, she slid off the sofa and walked barefoot to the kitchen.

The moment I stepped into the kitchen, the smell of paste became stronger.

Seeing her walking in barefoot, Long Beijue frowned coldly, "Why did you come in?"

He walked over quickly, hooked her waist with one hand, and lifted it up easily.

Qiao Luo hugged his neck reflexively with both hands, and wrapped his straight legs around his waist.

The next second, she belatedly realized that this pose was too easy to imagine.

She struggled to get down, Long Beijue tightened his hands around her waist, and said in a low voice, "Don't move around, the ground is cold."

Qiao Luo froze, and the tips of his ears hidden in his hair were quietly stained red.

From the corner of her eye, she inadvertently glanced at the two pots in the sink, and the corners of her lips could not help but twitch.

"..."

No wonder there was a smell of burnt. It turned out that the two pots were burnt, and the bottom of the pot was blacker than coal. Visually, it was probably scrapped.

Seeing that he couldn't escape, Long Beijue explained with little confidence, "I wanted to cook some porridge for you, but the eggs just got laid, and for some reason they became mushy all of a sudden."

He tried it twice, but he couldn't control the heat well.

The corners of Qiao Luo's mouth curled slightly, he glanced at him, and teased, "Is the ginger tea too boiled?"

Facing the playful smile on her face, Long Beijue immediately returned to the scene, "Not at all."

As he spoke, he stretched his long legs, stretched out his hand to pick up the bowl on the table and handed it to Qiao Luo as if offering a treasure.

"look."

The strong ginger flavor rushes into the nose, with a touch of brown sugar sweetness.

Qiao Luo glanced at the steaming ginger tea in the bowl, his pale lips curled up slightly.

Judging by the appearance, it is still somewhat successful.

Holding the bowl in one hand and holding her in the other, Long Beijue turned around and walked out.

As soon as he touched the sofa, Qiao Luo's body softened, and he settled into a comfortable position on the sofa.

"Drink while it's hot." Long Beijue sat aside and handed the bowl to her.

Qiao Luo looked up at him and joked, "Will I have diarrhea if I drink it?"

He said so in words, but his actions still gave him face.

She reached out to take the bowl, brought it to her lips and took a sip.

The temperature was just right, she raised her head and drank it in one gulp.

After receiving the empty bowl, Long Beijue couldn't wait to ask, "How is it?"

Qiao Luo raised his eyebrows, pretending to be confused, "How about what?"

"Ginger tea." He emphasized.

Qiao Luo smiled, deliberately teasing him, "It's a bit bitter."

Long Beijue frowned, "Bitter?"

He poured a lot of brown sugar, and he tasted it just now, it couldn't be bitter.

Catching the sly smile in her eyes, Long Beijue suddenly realized.

Dare to tease him on purpose.

Avoiding her injured hand, he stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms.

Qiao Luo thought it was bad, and the man's hoarse voice fell in his ears.

"I think I'd better try it myself."

Before the words fell, the slightly cool lips pressed up.

Qiao Luo's eyes opened slightly, and the man's exquisite face was reflected in the depths.

At that moment, my mind went blank.

Breathing gradually became thinner, she slowly closed her eyes, her bandaged hands grabbed his skirt, and fell into his domineering and gentleness.

I don't know how long it took, just when Qiao Luo thought she was going to suffocate, Long Beijue let her go.

He buried his head into her neck, breathing slightly, calming down the restlessness in his heart.

Qiao Luo leaned against his arms motionless, his pale face stained with carmine.

After a while, Long Beijue raised his hand and rubbed her head, "I'll order something for you if you want to eat."

Both pots were burned, and the cooking for her today could only go to waste.

She said, "It's fine."

She is basically not picky about food, anyway, anything delicious is fine.

Long Beijue smiled hoarsely, "Then order stinky tofu?"

(End of this chapter)