Knocked to the election boss today

Chapter 29 No more, I reward you

Qiao Luo was speechless, and a row of crows flew overhead.

"..."

Is this a fair and honest blackmail of her?
She threw away the branch casually, and glanced at the wound on his neck in a hurry.

A small bloody cut, very shallow, just scratched the skin slightly.

"Young Master Long attacked me suddenly, I was just defending, shouldn't I?"

"Assault on you?" Long Beijue raised his eyebrows and said poorly, "I seem to be the only one injured now, right?"

Cholo was speechless for a moment.

After a while, she glanced at him with contempt in her eyes.

Does a scratched skin count as an injury?
Hypocritical.

"In the eyes of Young Master Long, this small cut can be regarded as a wound?" She said mockingly.

He tilted his head and approached, brought the wound in front of her, and said confidently, "It's all bleeding, why not count it as a wound."

As the distance between the two drew closer, the man's sharp-edged side face occupied her line of sight, with deep browbones and a yuppie smile at the corners of his eyes.

For a moment, Qiao Luo couldn't help but be fascinated.

After being in a trance for a few seconds, she quickly realized that she took two steps back and distanced herself from him again.

She took out her mobile phone and said softly, "In that case, I'll call an ambulance for you, and I'll pay for the medical expenses."

The smile on the corner of Long Beijue's lips froze, seeing the number she pressed, a bit of helplessness appeared on the brows.

Seeing that the call was about to be dialed, he reached out and snatched the phone, "This injury doesn't need an ambulance."

Qiao Luo looked up at him and spread his hands, "Give me back the phone."

Long Beijue rolled his eyes and put his phone into his coat pocket.

Seeing her furrowed brows, he pulled his lips into a smile, "It's okay to return it to you, first help me deal with the wound."

Qiao Luo refused in a cold voice, "I'm not a doctor, I won't."

For that small hole, it will be fine without taking medicine, and it will be cured in at most three or four days. It is clearly a trouble for her on purpose.

"Give me back the phone." She said every word.

Watching the play, I saw that trouble was coming, and I really vomited to death.

Hearing the sullenness in her words, Long Beijue chuckled, "This doesn't seem like a begging attitude?"

beg him?

Oh, to be his spring and autumn dream.

Qiao Luo's face darkened, touched the man's smiling eyebrows, and almost punched him in the face.

Depend on.

It's just a mobile phone, she doesn't want it anymore.

Qiao Luo turned around and left, Long Beijue was slightly taken aback.

Just gone?
It doesn't match her temper.

"Jolo."

Long Beijue stepped forward to follow her, looking at her indifferent profile, he wanted to laugh for no reason.

"You don't want your phone anymore?"

Qiao Luo said nothing, and walked straight forward.

After touching his nose, Long Beijue was not discouraged, but found Qiao Luo's angry appearance quite amusing.

At least, a little more smokey smell.

"You are not here to grow vegetables, where is the vegetable field?"

For the first time, Young Master Long, who has always cherished words like gold, will also take the initiative to open the chatterbox.

"It doesn't look like you know how to grow vegetables. It's hard to say that vegetable seeds can't even germinate in your hands."

The man's deep voice babbled non-stop in his ears, but Qiao Luo remained silent.

She was calm on the surface, but she had scolded Long Beijue hundreds of times in her heart.

Talkative one.

Unable to bear it anymore, Qiao Luo stopped, glared at Long Beijue angrily, and called him by name, "Long Beijue, you must force me to do it, don't you?"

"Is there?" Long Beijue stopped, with a mischievous smile on his lips.

He changed the subject, "It's getting late, if you send me back, the injury will be written off."

Hearing this, Qiao Luo's face darkened, and he was more speechless to him.

Why did she send him back? She was not his driver.

"Long Beijue, don't mess around." She said through gritted teeth.

The corners of Long Beijue's lips were pressed into a smile, and his fingertips touched the small cut on his neck.

He smiled playfully, "Blood loss is too much, if something happens on the way, will Boss Qiao be responsible?"

Excessive bleeding?

Qiao Luo calmed down his rampage, and almost yelled at him.

His uncle's.

He is not ashamed to say that he has lost too much blood just by scratching the skin.

She said angrily, "Long Beijue, you are trying to blackmail me."

"You can't talk nonsense like that, otherwise Boss Qiao will be responsible for ruining my young master's reputation." Long Beijue teased lightly.

Hearing that he wanted to misrepresent her again, Qiao Luo was so angry that his chest was tight, he turned around and left without stopping.

The slow steps became fierce and hasty.

With suppressed laughter chasing after her, Qiao Luo pursed his lips tightly and kicked the fallen leaves on the ground with his toes to vent his anger.

"Qiao Luo, if you don't send me back, I have no choice but to follow you."

"Hiss, the wound seems to be bleeding again."

The magnetic voice echoed in the night sky, invisible, something was quietly changing.

The corner of Qiao Luo's eyes twitched, what kind of son is unparalleled in the world, he is clearly a bastard and a chatterbox.

She walked in front, and he walked slowly behind, with an inexplicably harmonious style of painting.

Long Beijue followed, Qiao Luo would not be so stupid as to reveal the location of his cabin.

The two of them came out of the bamboo forest, misty, gray night sky, and the bright moon disappeared.

Long Beijue looked around, there were weeds and weeds, and there were no cars.

"Are you still leaving?" Qiao Luo looked at him sideways, with a hint of disgust in his tone.

Long Beijue lowered his head, the blood from the small gash on his neck had already solidified.

He hooked his lips, "No car."

Qiao Luo's eyes darkened slightly, "You make a phone call and ask your people to come and pick you up."

"I don't have my phone with me," he said.

Qiao Luo suppressed his temper and reminded, "My phone is with you."

"I never remember the number." Long Beijue said.

Qiao Luo held his breath in his throat and almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

"..."

Unable to bear it anymore, she looked at Long Beijue, and shot him coldly, "It's up to you, you can stand here as long as you like, forgive me for not accompanying you."

She could tell that he had a bad taste and deliberately played tricks on others.

"You don't want your phone anymore?"

"I don't want it, I'll reward you." When his temper came up, Qiao Luo didn't bother to play Tai Chi with him here.

The cold voice smacked of anger, which inexplicably made people feel a little naive.

Long Beijue chuckled, he really had a big temper.

Don't lose him.

(End of this chapter)