Knocked to the election boss today

Chapter 279 Let's see which kid is pretending to be sleeping (2)

There was a hint of urgency in the gentle voice, "Uncle Duan, please be merciful."

Duan Ming's raised hands froze in the air, and he looked sideways at her, with anger still on his face.

Obviously, what Duan Fan said just now really angered him.

He is only his son, if he says he doesn't want the position of Patriarch now, doesn't it mean that he wants to hand over the Duan family to someone else? If an outsider finds out about this, wouldn't his face turn yellow from laughing.

Ning Yuan glanced at Duan Fan hastily, and said softly, "Uncle Duan, if you have something to say, please don't get angry."

Duan Ming withdrew his hand, restrained his anger, his face softened a bit, "Ning Yuan, why are you here?"

"I came with my dad, he's waiting for you in the front hall." Ning Yuan said softly with pink lips.

Duan Ming nodded, turned to look at Duan Fan, and warned with displeasure, "You treat Ning Yuan well."

After finishing speaking, he snorted coldly and walked out of the room with heavy steps.

After watching him leave, Ning Yuan looked away.

Looking at the room full of medical books, his eyes finally settled on Duan Fan.

After hesitating for a moment, she said, "Brother Fan, Uncle Duan actually cares about you very much. You shouldn't have said those words just now, Uncle Duan will be sad."

Duan Fan frowned, "Nothing else, I want to be alone for a while."

Hearing that he was chasing her away, Ning Yuan was a little embarrassed, a soreness welled up in her heart.

Was marrying her so annoying to him?
Now you don't even want to stay with her for a while longer?

After calming down, she forced a smile and said, "Brother Fan, I just heard Uncle Duan talk about the prescription with you, I..."

Before she could finish speaking, Duan Fan turned cold and interrupted, "This is none of your business."

The harsh tone startled Ning Yuan.

The little face that had been slightly powdered turned pale, and the eye sockets gradually turned red.

Duan Fan turned his back and said in a detached tone, "Let's go."

Ning Yuan bit her lip tightly, looked at his back, and held back her tears.

She sniffed, "Brother Fan, I know you don't want to get engaged to me, and I won't force you."

She took a deep breath, clenched her hand hanging by her side slightly, "I can help you get the prescription, and you don't have to force yourself to get married."

After the words fell, the figure in front slowly turned around.

Looking at her with deep black eyes, with a bit of inquiry, "What do you mean by that?"

Seeing that he was willing to talk to her, Ning Yuan showed joy, but at the same time felt a little lonely.

She looked back at the door to make sure there was no one there, and then stepped forward.

She whispered, "According to Uncle Duan, he will give you the prescription only if we get engaged."

"Since this is the case, why don't we make a false engagement and win Uncle Duan's trust first, and when he gives you the prescription on the day of the engagement, we will dissolve the marriage."

Duan Fan glanced at her, "Fake engagement?"

Ning Yuan nodded, feeling nervous in his heart, "Uncle Duan is very firm, if you go against him, he will definitely not give you the prescription."

"We pretended to agree, and when we got engaged, we opposed the marriage together, and they couldn't do anything about us."

Duan Fan frowned, his face warmed up a bit, "You agree to divorce?"

Ning Yuan smiled bitterly, "If you don't want to, what's the point of me forcing myself."

Duan Fan remained silent.

From childhood to adulthood, he only regarded her as his younger sister, other than that, he had no other feelings.

"Brother Fan, think about it for yourself."

"Have you brought your cell phone?"

Ning Yuan nodded, "I brought it, why?"

"Can I make a phone call?" he asked.

Ning Yuan froze for a moment, then took out the phone from his pocket and handed it to him.

Duan Fan thanked him, reached for his phone and walked towards the French window.

Ning Yuan stayed where he was, looking at that tall figure with eyes full of admiration.

The phone rang for a while, but it took a while for someone to answer.

"Yi Xuan, did Lan Xi and you stay with you?" Duan Fan asked the key point directly.

Yi Xuan said truthfully, "No, the third senior brother has gone to filming."

"Then how is his injury? Did he take his medicine on time?"

"The injury is recovering well, and the medicine has been taken on time, but..." Yi Xuan hesitated in the middle of speaking.

Duan Fan frowned, "But what?"

As soon as he asked, Yi Xuan slipped his tongue, "The third senior brother accidentally bumped into the camera yesterday, and his forehead was scratched and bruised."

"Why are you so careless?" Duan Fan's face changed slightly, "Have you taken the medicine yet?"

"I've been prescribed the medicine, don't say I told you, or the third senior brother will scold me." Yi Xuan warned.

Both are senior brothers, he can't afford to offend either of them.

Duan Fan hummed.

"By the way, Second Senior Brother, how are you talking with Uncle Duan?"

"same as usual."

Stubborn for so long?On the other end of the phone, Yi Xuan shook his head.

He asked suspiciously, "I've been calling you for the past two days and the phone has been turned off. What's the matter?"

Duan Fan's eyes flickered slightly, and his face remained unchanged, "I've been in the library for the past two days, my phone is out of battery, and I forgot to charge it."

Yi Xuan didn't think much about it, so he believed it.

"I still have something to do here, hang up first, we'll talk about it when we meet." Afraid that he would notice something was wrong, Duan Fan hung up the phone hastily.

He looked thoughtfully at the blue sky outside the window, with a layer of worry on his brows.

He doesn't need to be the head of the family, but he must get the prescription.

……

into the night.

The street lamps exude colorful lights, intertwined and converged into a charming neon halo.

A cool breeze slipped through the window, disturbing the sleeping people on the bed.

The curled up figure moved, and the woman slowly poked her head out from under the quilt.

In the darkness, the lamp on the bedside table gave off an orange halo.

Qiao Luo stretched out his hand to his side, but it was empty.

There was still residual warmth where the fingertips touched, and it was estimated that the person had just woken up not too long ago.

She stared sleepily at the ceiling, her froze brain gradually returning to normal.

Scenes that happened during the day were like a flood with an open valve, instantly recalling her memory.

Qiao Luo raised his hand to his forehead, and the amber eyes were full of spring, which became more and more sultry.

She silently pulled the quilt over her face, hiding the embarrassment in her eyes.

At this time, the falsely hidden door was pushed open.

Not knowing that she woke up, Long Beijue didn't turn on the light either.

He walked lightly to the side of the bed, looked at the ball under the quilt, and smiled dumbly.

Don't be afraid to bore yourself.

He reached out and pulled the quilt, but unexpectedly, another force pulled the quilt back.

Long Beijue raised his eyebrows. Did he wake up and pretend to be asleep?
He let go of his hand, stepped forward and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Stretching out his long arms, he dragged the person into his arms.

"Let this young master see which kid is pretending to be asleep."

He pulled the quilt down, revealing the woman's rosy little face.

Her long and slender hands ran along her messy hair, and her deep voice contained a bit of a smile, "It's not uncomfortable to be covered in the quilt, huh?"

Qiao Luo glared at him, his amber eyes shone brightly, which invisibly touched his mind.

　And ha...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)