Knocked to the election boss today

Chapter 37
Too lazy to pay attention to him, Qiao Luo picked up the broom and quickly cleaned the debris on the ground.

Was he being ignored?
The corners of Long Beijue's lips curled slightly, he glanced at the wreath in his hand, and threw it into the trash basket.

There was a rustling sound behind him, Qiao Luo frowned slightly, and turned around slowly.

The man's slender back broke into her vision, and she was slightly taken aback.

A soft halo swayed around the man's body, his sleeves were rolled up lightly, revealing a section of his forearm, his complexion was cold and pale, full of explosive power.

At this moment, those big, well-articulated hands were holding the broom, and the movements of sweeping the floor were a little rusty, inadvertently revealing a bit of clumsiness.

Qiao Luo came back to his senses, and the corners of his lips curved slightly.

That smile, superficial, actually exists.

Unexpectedly, Long Beijue turned around suddenly, and she hastily lowered the corners of her lips.

Long Beijue lifted the trash basket with one hand, and glanced at her casually, where are these thrown? "

Qiao Luo walked up to him without saying a word, "I'll do it myself."

Dodging her hand, Long Beijue raised his brows lightly, "Why, are you afraid you owe my master?"

"That's right, Young Master Long is worth a lot, and I can't afford to pay for it." Qiao Luo answered.

Long Beijue was carrying the basket, and he didn't intend to give it to her, "This basket is not light. Boss Qiao wants me to carry it all the time, right?"

After a few seconds of hesitation, she said, "Over there, the blue trash can."

Long Beijue pursed his lips, carried the trash basket, and walked past her to the French window.

Qiao Luo turned his head sideways, looking at his back with complicated eyes.

What is his purpose?
After a while, all the smashed things were cleaned up, and the store was tidy again.

The man sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the fairly spacious sofa chair instantly became narrow.

Long Beijue leaned back, his long legs crossed casually, lazy and elegant.

Suddenly, the aroma of coffee beans filled the air and rushed into his nose.

As the footsteps approached, the aroma of coffee became stronger.

"Give."

White canvas shoes came into view, Long Beijue raised his head, and handed him a cup of coffee.

He raised his eyebrows, and looked at the woman with a narrow smile, "Just send me a cup of coffee, young master?"

Qiao Luo said nothing, put the coffee on the table, and then sat down on the sofa chair opposite him.

She took a sip of her coffee and looked out the window casually.

Long Beijue glanced at the coffee on the table and smiled dumbly.

He leaned slightly, reached out to pick up the coffee cup, and brought the mouth of the cup to his lips, the heat was lingering, diluting the emotion in his eyes.

Take a sip, and the rich aroma of coffee lingers in your mouth for a long time.

He took another sip, feeling that the coffee he drank before was inferior to this cup of coffee.

"Give me back the score." A woman's cold voice came from the opposite side.

Long Beijue looked up at her, his eyes full of doubts, "What score?"

Four eyes facing each other.

Qiao Luo frowned, "Master Long just wanted to pretend to be confused after stealing something?"

"Stealing something?" Long Beijue pretended to be innocent, "What does Boss Qiao mean by that? I don't have anything, so I need to steal it?"

The acting skills are perfect.

It's almost time to give him the title of movie king.

Qiao Luo was OS in his heart, pretending, he continued to pretend.

"Although this young master is kind-hearted, boss Qiao bullies this young master again and again, doesn't it seem unkind?" He continued.

Kind hearted?

She bullied him?

It's a bunch of nonsense, nothing out of thin air.

Qiao Luo gave him a cold look, and said mockingly, "Young Master Long will also be bullied?"

Long Beijue pulled his lips, and his fingertips touched his neck vaguely, "The wound on my neck seems to be hurting again."

Qiao Luo, "..."

Is he really Long Beijue?

How is it different from the rumors?

"After your coffee, you can go."

Tsk, chase him away again.

Long Beijue picked up the coffee cup, with a serious smile on his face, "Qiao Luo, are you interested in joining the alliance?"

"Or to put it more bluntly, are you interested in working under me?"

Qiao Luo paused slightly, "Why?"

He believed in her, and he was not afraid of her doing anything unfavorable to the alliance.

"You are very strong." Long Beijue rarely praised anyone.

Not only is she good at skills, although she said that she bought those strange medicines, but he would not believe it.

He had a hunch that she would be far more capable than he had imagined.

Qiao Luo sneered, "Do you mean I'm more courageous in yelling at you, or better at beating people up?"

He asked, "Qiao Luo, do you plan to stay in this store for the rest of your life?"

"Isn't it a good life to have food and drink, and to be free?" Qiao Luo said disapprovingly.

Now she just wants to live a stable life and doesn't want to be involved in those right and wrong anymore.

Long Beijue stared at her, and after a while, the corners of his lips curled up again, "Qiao Luo, we are on the same road, aren't we?"

Such a dull and boring life is not suitable for her.

She should have been dazzling.

"Long Beijue, don't think you know me very well." Qiao Luo's eyes were dark and his voice was warm and cold, hiding his alienation.

"I'm just a small owner of a coffin shop, and you are the young master of the Long family. We have never been in the same way, let alone have any intersection."

Anticipating her reaction, Long Beijue smiled nonchalantly, "Since Boss Qiao doesn't want to, I won't do anything to force someone."

He picked up the cup and drank the coffee in one gulp.

Getting up, he said, "Let's go first, I'll come to your place for coffee when I have time."

Qiao Luo looked away, and after a while, there was a sound of closing the door.

She turned her head, her eyes fell on the seat where Long Beijue had been sitting, her expression was in a trance.

Very strong?

As if thinking of something, she mocked.

Just because she is so strong, are they all going to betray her?
Really funny.

She fell back and stared at the gray ceiling, the corners of her eyes were slightly stained with carmine.

……

Qiao Yuan originally thought that he was good at skating, but he didn't know what a master is until he saw Long Yi'an skating.

Looking at the figure like a flying swallow in the skating rink, Qiao Yuan was stunned.

The person beside him bumped into him suddenly, "Is my cousin good?"

Qiao Yuan came back to his senses, turned to look at her, nodded, and his eyes shone with admiration.

"sharp."

No wonder he was someone on the school's Billboard, he was indeed a great god.

"What is this? Cousin Yi'an knows a lot. This is just a trivial matter." Yu Feifei said proudly, people who didn't know thought she was praising herself.

Before the words fell, a mocking voice came from the side.

"Heh, it doesn't matter how many things you know, you're not an idiot."

Although the voice was low, it was no match for Feifei's sharp ears, so she listened attentively.

She turned her head and glared at the boy who spoke, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

He was overheard saying bad things, and the boy was stunned for a moment, and he couldn't help but feel guilty when he realized it.

Sensing the sight from his side, he said with low confidence, "What did I say, why are you yelling at me?"

(End of this chapter)