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Chapter 332 Duan Fan Has Nothing To Do (2)

With her fair face pressed against his chest, Qiao Luo half-closed her sleepy eyes and said shamelessly, "Forget it."

Long Beijue didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he patted her forehead lightly with his fingers, "No."

How can this kind of thing be forgotten? It really needs to be cleaned up.

Qiao Luo snorted softly, and buried his head into his neck.

Long Beijue smiled and pulled her up.

Putting on his slippers, he walked to the bathroom.

The footsteps were steady, hanging on his body, and Qiao Luo didn't feel bumpy.

Long Beijue asked as he walked, "What do you want to eat?"

"Coriander." With his chin resting on his shoulder, Qiao Luo looked out the window lazily, "Carrots are fine too."

They are all his least favorite food, she did it deliberately.

Long Beijue raised his eyebrows and stroked her long hair with his hand.

"You."

There is really nothing to do with her.

After a while, the two came out of the bathroom together.

Qiao Luo went straight to the sofa and turned on the computer. She poured a glass of water and drank it.

Over there, Long Beijue changed his clothes, turned around and prepared clothes for her, "Come here and change your clothes first."

"Wait." Qiao Luo hugged the computer and tapped the keyboard with his ten fingers.

"I'm sending a message here."

No need to guess, Long Beijue also knew that it must be related to the Yun family.

He put the clothes beside the bed, walked towards her, and jokingly said, "Then should I change my name to Mr. Qiao in a few days?"

Once the Yun Group changes hands, it is bound to cause a storm.

Qiao Luo stared intently at the files on the computer, with a casual smile on his red lips.

"That's fine too."

Long Beijue chuckled and sat down next to her.

He reached for the glass on the table and poured water slowly.

His eyes scanned the files on the computer, and the smile in his eyes became stronger, "It's fast enough."

The private information within the Yun's Group was obtained so quickly, as expected of a child of his family.

The sound of typing on the keyboard kept coming, and Qiao Luo pulled the corner of his lower lip, "One must keep one's word."

It was agreed that the Yun Group would change owners and surnames in the next two days, and she agreed to Yun Ruoxiang, and she must fulfill her promise.

Long Beijue smiled knowingly, and picked up his cup to drink water.

Indeed it is.

Qiao Luo was busy with work, so Long Beijue simply asked the hotel staff to deliver meals to his door.

Not long after breakfast, Duan Fan came to the door.

He walked in with the medicine box and saw the woman sitting on the sofa with complicated eyes.

During breakfast just now, Lan Xi mentioned to him about playing mahjong last night.

However, he still felt that it was just a coincidence that although Ye Qi was not proficient in poker skills, she almost won every game by virtue of luck.

In contrast, Qiao Luo's card skills are much inferior, so I don't know if she is deliberately hiding her strength.

Aware of the probing in Duan Fan's eyes, Qiao Luo met his gaze frankly, and greeted him lukewarmly, "Young Master Duan."

Duan Fan nodded, still cold as usual.

Having watched his aloofness a lot since he was a child, Qiao Luo has long been used to it, and even wants to laugh a little.

In the eyes of outsiders, Duan Fan is cold and aloof, but in front of their acquaintances, Duan Fan is more arrogant and awkward.

She said, "Please sit down."

Duan Fan put the medicine box on the coffee table, and then sat down unhurriedly.

"Please Miss Qiao stretch out your hand, I'll take a pulse."

Qiao Luo stretched out his hand and lightly placed his callused fingertips on her wrist.

Long Beijue glanced at Duan Fan, and then his eyes fell on Qiao Luo's wrist, a rare sense of tension welled up in his heart.

After waiting for a while, Duan Fan frowned slightly, and gave Qiao Luo a strange look in his eyes.

He withdrew his hand and asked in a gentle voice, "Miss Qiao, is there any discomfort?"

Knowing Duan Fan's character well, Qiao Luo confessed with confidence, "Headache, it is difficult to control emotions when it occurs."

"I've consulted many doctors before, but none of them can see what's going on."

He then asked, "Have you had a headache for a long time?"

"About once a month, and the attack usually lasts for half a day." Qiao Luo said.

Long Beijue stared at Duan Fan, and asked eagerly, "What's the situation, can it be cured?"

Duan Fan shook his head, and spoke slowly, "Just now I took the pulse, and Miss Qiao's body is fine, but this headache is special, and it's the first time I've heard of it."

No wonder Qiao Luo said that she couldn't find out what happened to those doctors. He took her pulse just now, which also showed that she was in good health, and there was no problem at all.

If it weren't for Long Beijue's anxious expression and Qiao Luo's words, he would have suspected that the two of them were lying to him.

Hearing this, Long Beijue's face darkened, and his deep eyes were stained with rare panic, "Is there no other way?"

"Jeez." Qiao Luo held his hand, and she knew that he loved her so much that he didn't want to see her suffer.

Long Beijue looked sideways, met her smiling eyebrows, and calmed his emotions with a gentle voice, "Don't worry, am I fine now?"

Long Beijue frowned slightly, his thin straight lips were slightly anxious.

"When did Miss Qiao's headache symptoms start?" Duan Fan asked.

Qiao Luo hesitated, thought for a while, and said, "It's been more than a year now."

more than a year?
Duan Fan's eyes opened slightly, like a small stone thrown into the bottom of his heart, causing ripples.

Could it be caused by falling into the sea?
As soon as this idea came out, he was quickly rejected by him.

No matter how strong Qiqi's recovery ability is, she suffered so many injuries on the cliff that time, it is impossible for her to recover in more than a year without any sequelae.

He said, "Miss Qiao's headache is too rare, I have to go back and check the ancient books to see if there is any record of this kind of situation."

Long Beijue nodded, and Duan Fan got up, "But Miss Qiao's body is cold and needs to be recuperated. I'll go back and make some medicine. Young Master Long will send someone to get it from me."

Long Beijue thanked him and got up to send him away.

Walking out of the room, Long Beijue stopped him, and said in a clear voice, "As long as you can cure her headache, you can ask for any conditions."

Duan Fan said, "Don't worry, Young Master Long. Since I owe you two favors, I will naturally try my best to heal Miss Qiao."

After speaking, he took the medicine box and left.

Long Beijue turned around and walked back to the room. Just as he closed the door, the thin figure of the woman bumped into his arms.

He stretched out his arms to embrace her, his eyes drooping, "What's wrong?"

Qiao Luo raised his head, the corners of his lips curled up, "Don't be sour, I'm fine, the boat will be straight when it reaches the bridge."

She reached out and pinched his face, "Come on, smile first."

Long Beijue pulled his lips, his smile seemed a little stiff.

How could he not be worried, it will be the end of the month again soon.

Qiao Luo held his face, tiptoed, and quickly kissed his lips, "Let's go out for a stroll."

The haze between Long Beijue's eyebrows was swept away, and he pulled her inside, "It's windy outside, find a coat to wear."

Qiao Luo pursed his lips and smiled, letting him lead him away.

(End of this chapter)