Knocked to the election boss today

Chapter 307 Young Master Dragon's Soaring Braid (3)

"Patriarch Feng, please." Yue Yi reminded.

Feng Wuze glanced at him, urging him for something, urging his life.

"I'll go with you." Feng Heng followed.

He knows his son very well, as far as his temper is concerned, if he doesn't stare at him for a while, he will definitely cause trouble.

To be on the safe side, he would feel more at ease taking a look in the past.

Yue Yi was happy to see the success, and with Feng's old Patriarch around, he didn't have to worry about Feng Wuze playing tricks halfway.

A group of people left the hotel in a mighty manner, and Feng Heng and his son got into Yue Yi's car.

In the car, Feng Wuze couldn't stop talking, and asked Qiao Luo tentatively, "Qiao Luo and Long Beijue are together now?"

Sitting in the co-pilot seat, Yue raised his head and glanced at him through the rearview mirror, "I heard that Patriarch Feng is very good at divination, so it's better for Patriarch Feng to occupy it himself."

The choking tone was quite true to Long Beijue.

Feng Wuze pouted, sure enough, after staying with Long Beijue for a long time, one or both of them became a nuisance.

After knowing the reason of this matter, he felt that their Feng family was at fault, Feng Heng pulled off Feng Wuze's sleeve, and warned, "Be quiet."

"Yes." Feng Wuze showed helplessness, and turned to look at the night scene outside the window.

……

Dragon's house.

The curtains were closed tightly, and the warm light enveloped everything in the house.

"Long Beijue, can you do it?"

"Hush, soon."

"You have said this several times, and my hair will be pulled bald by you later."

On the sofa, Qiao Luo sat cross-legged, and the man behind her was helping her tie her hair.

After taking a bath, Long Beijue studied her hair on a whim, saying that he wanted to help her tie her hair. After practicing back and forth no less than ten times, it either loosened or collapsed.

Without looking in the mirror, she could tell that her hair was messed up.

"Okay." Long Beijue let go of his hand, with a satisfied smile on his lips.

Qiao Luo leaned over and reached out to pick up the mirror on the table.

The next moment, seeing her hairstyle in the mirror, she froze on the spot.

"..."

I saw that the long and smooth hair was tied into two braids, uneven in height and somewhat soiled for no reason.

She raised her hand and plucked her braids, and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Ha ha."

"Long Beijue, what's your taste?"

He was ashamed to spend so much time on this look.

It seems that not only is he not talented in cooking, but he also has no talent in braiding.

"Isn't it good-looking?" Long Beijue propped his chin and took a serious look, "I think it's pretty good-looking."

Qiao Luoxu slammed his fists into his chest, and narrowed his eyes with a smile, "Can you stop talking out of conscience, if I go out like this, people may think I'm crazy."

Long Beijue stretched out his arms to embrace her, "It's not that exaggerated."

Qiao Luo rolled his eyes at him, glanced at the rubber band on the table from the corner of his eye, and a sly smile flashed in his eyes.

She reached out and took one, and looked up at him, "It's a courtesy, I'll help you with a little pigtail too?"

Long Beijue petrified and held her hand, "My hair is short, and I'm not a woman."

"Who said that only women can tie their hair, and men's braids are the time to test their appearance." Qiao Luo said seriously.

Long Beijue, "..."

Without giving him a chance to think about it, Qiao Luo broke away from his hand and sat up on his knees.

She grabbed a handful of his hair and tied it with a rubber band deftly.

Long Beijue looked at her helplessly, refused, but still let her tie her hair.

"Okay." Qiao Luo suppressed a smile, took the mirror and stuffed it into his hand.

"See if you are satisfied?"

Touching the sly smile between her brows and eyes, Long Beijue picked up the mirror without love.

A bunch of braids stood up in the middle of the top of the hair, looking dull and dull.

Qiao Luo smiled and said, "Isn't it pretty?"

"Stay." He said truthfully.

Qiao Luo held his face in both hands, pretending to look at him seriously, "No, I think it looks pretty."

Long Beijue's eyes dimmed, he raised his hand to cover the back of her head, and pecked her lips lightly.

Let's do it, as long as she thinks it looks good.

"Knock Knock-"

There was a sudden knock on the door, accompanied by Long Yi'an's voice, "Brother, Feng Wuze is here."

Qiao Luo and Long Beijue looked at each other, and the corners of their lips curled up in similar arcs.

Long Beijue raised his hand to undo the rubber band on his head, pulled it casually, and then got up to open the door.

Opening the door, Long Yi'an was standing at the door.

Long Beijue asked, "Who is Feng Wuze coming with?"

"And Uncle Feng." Although he hated Feng Wuze, Long Yi'an still had the courtesy he should have towards Feng Heng, an elder.

Long Beijue raised his eyebrows, Feng Wuze's father also came?
"Let's go, go down and have a look." Qiao Luo combed her hair and walked over in slippers.

At the moment, the atmosphere downstairs is quite harmonious.

Mrs. Long and Feng Heng came and went, chatting very harmoniously.

"You don't have a good complexion, you're old, every day counts as a day." Mrs. Long waved her hand, her tone was gentle and authentic.

Feng Heng laughed, and brought up the business, "I'm really sorry about this incident, it's because I can't discipline well."

As he said that, he turned his head to look at his son standing beside him, "Wu Ze, why don't you hurry up and make amends to the old lady."

A trace of helplessness flashed across Feng Wuze's eyes, just about to speak, when he looked up and saw several people coming downstairs, he swallowed the words again.

(End of this chapter)