Knocked to the election boss today

Chapter 400 Don't Embarrass Him (1)

"Isn't that serious?" Long Beijue's lips curled into a smile, "It's true that I miss you, and it's true that I want to eat your cooking."

The gentle tone fell in her ears, and the deep voice carried a hint of hoarseness.

Qiao Luo felt sweet in her heart, and a faint rouge crawled up her neck.

She walked back to the bedroom in two quick steps, closed the door, and then relaxed.

The blush on her face faded, she cleared her throat, "Have you taken your medicine?"

"Eat." Long Beijue dragged his tone, "It's very bitter."

Through the phone, Qiao Luo could imagine the naughty smile on the face of the man thousands of miles away.

"You deserve it, who told you not to take care of yourself."

She said so, but she still couldn't help muttering, "I have a bad stomach, drink more porridge, and don't skip meals."

Long Beijue couldn't help laughing, these words were clearly what he told her before, but now she preached them instead.

"Did you hear that?" The gentle voice was a little more urgent, and he smiled and said yes.

"Boss Joe's order, I will definitely carry it out seriously."

With such a foolish tone again, Qiao Luo smiled helplessly.

Long Beijue asked, "When is the ribbon-cutting date for the group?"

"the day after tomorrow."

A sigh came from the phone, "Then I guess I won't be able to go back."

A sense of loss welled up in his heart, and the light in Qiao Luo's eyes dimmed a bit.

She doesn't care if she can't make it in time for the company's ribbon-cutting, she just misses him very much and wants to see him sooner.

She squeezed her phone tightly, and her gaze swept across the snow scene outside the window, and the feeling of loneliness in her heart became more and more intense.

There was a sudden silence on the other end of the phone, and Long Beijue's eyes narrowed, feeling a little regretful.

But in order to surprise her, he could only tell a little lie first.

He tentatively asked, "Why don't you talk anymore, are you angry?"

Qiao Luo's eyelashes fluttered slightly, pretending not to care, and said, "No, there's nothing to be angry about."

The soft voice lost a bit of strength, Long Beijue raised the corner of his lips, "Not angry, then why did you suddenly stop talking just now?"

"I was watching the snow scene just now." She prevaricated.

"Is it snowy?"

"Ah."

Long Beijue suddenly remembered something, "Have you bought the medicinal materials yet?"

Qiao Luo stretched out his hand to open the window, and the cold wind blew across his cheeks, which made him feel a little pain, "It's still short of a medicinal herb."

There are a few flavors of Yi Rong's medicinal materials that are relatively rare, and they are not sold in general pharmacies. It was only after searching for a long time that she found the pharmacy where she bought the medicinal materials.

The owner of the pharmacy said that the weather was too bad these days, and the survival rate of that medicinal material was too low, so the goods could not be delivered.

However, that medicinal material is the most important one in the disguise potion, and other medicinal materials cannot replace it.

Long Beijue frowned, "What medicinal material, send me the name, and I'll send someone to find it."

Qiao Luo hummed, "I'll send it to your phone later."

"Then the day after tomorrow group cuts the ribbon, what do you do?"

She reached out the window, trying to catch a snowflake, "Wearing a mask."

Long Beijue smiled lowly, it was indeed her usual style.

"Qiao Luo, the midnight snack is here, come out quickly."

No matter how good the sound insulation is, it was hard to stop Wan Chuyi's loud voice, even Long Beijue heard it.

However, I couldn't hear clearly, "Who is calling you?"

Qiao Luo said, "They ordered supper on the first day of the new year and called me out to eat."

A trace of distress flashed across Long Beijue's eyes, "Are you going to stay up all night?"

"No, I'm pretty busy with things, I can rest early after supper later," she said.

"Qiao Luo, come out quickly, the chicken legs are going to be cold."

Wan Chuyi's urging voice came again.

Qiao Luo laughed, "Let's not talk about it, hang up."

If you don't go out again, the guy from the first day of junior high school is probably going to break in.

Long Beijue said hello, and just after hanging up the phone, the itching in his throat couldn't be suppressed.

The moment he put down the phone, the sound of coughing hit him like a mountain.

"Cough cough..."

Long Beijue stood up, an abnormal blush appeared on his delicate face.

"Knock Knock-"

Yue Er pushed the door open and entered, heard the sound of coughing, and hurried to the bedside.

"Young master, are you alright?"

Long Beijue waved his hands, pursed his lips, and barely stopped coughing.

Yue Er said, "Young master, almost everyone has arrived, and they are all in the meeting room."

In order to hurry back to Hwaseong, an overnight meeting was arranged.

Long Beijue nodded, glanced at the drip bottle, it was almost finished.

He said, "If Qiao Luo calls, don't let it slip."

Yue Er nodded, turned to look at the door, "Come in."

After the words fell, a doctor in a white coat walked in quickly, holding a medicine box in his hand.

"Little Lord."

Long Beijue lifted the quilt, and the doctor stepped forward to help remove the drip from his hand.

Putting away the empty drip bottle, the doctor warned, "Young master, you should be careful when you have a severe cold, and take those pills on time."

Long Beijue hummed lightly, and quickly got off the bed.

Just after putting on the shoes, the phone rang.

Yue Er took out the phone from his pocket, looked at the number, and the corner of his lips twitched.

As expected of the young master, you can predict things like a god.

He looked at Long Beijue with a look of embarrassment, "Young Master, Young Madam is calling."

Long Beijue's dark eyes narrowed slightly, "Go."

Yue Er picked up the phone, trying to keep his voice steady, "Young Madam, why are you calling me so late?"

On the other end of the phone, Qiao Luo sat on the sofa, put down his chopsticks, and asked tentatively, "Yue Er, I heard from Jue that he has a cold. Is it a bad cold?"

Yue Er was stunned for a few seconds, thinking how to explain to her.

While looking at Long Beijue's face, he said, "No, it's been windy at the headquarters for the past two days, and the young master has a slight cold, and the doctor has already seen it, just take some medicine."

"Really?" Qiao Luo raised his voice slightly, with a trace of doubt.

Yueer's back froze, and he said with an embarrassed smile, "Of course it's true."

"Yue Er, you have to think clearly about the consequences of lying." Qiao Luo thought quietly.

Smelling a hint of threat, Yue Er almost cried.

"..."

Don't make things difficult for him, okay?
"I'm fine, just a little cold."

After finishing speaking, he wanted to throw the phone to Long Beijue.

He said with a dry smile, "Young Madam, I still have something to do. If there is nothing else, I will hang up first."

Qiao Luo said hello, then hung up the phone.

Yue Er breathed a sigh of relief, and raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

At night, I was scared to death.

Long Beijue picked up his coat, a smile flashed in his eyes.

Why are his children so rare.

Walking out of the room, the handsome face with sharp edges and corners was covered with a layer of frost, and there was no trace of a smile.

Standing in the air-conditioning, Yue Er felt guilty standing beside him.

It's better for the young lady, at least the young master doesn't have to put on an iceberg face.

……

Fengyun City.

A large bedroom with bright lights.

Aunt Zhao packed the suitcases and looked sideways at the woman in front of the cupboard, "Ma'am, you're only going for two days, should the luggage be enough?"

Liu Yiman took out the scarf and sweater from the drawer, put them in the suitcase, and gestured.

He also brought this scarf and sweater, so that he could give it to Qi Qi when he saw her.

(End of this chapter)