Knocked to the election boss today

Chapter 403 I'll go back when you wake up (1)

Knowing that she couldn't wait to see Qiao Luo, Lan Xi smiled helplessly.

"Aunt Zhao, turn on the hands-free phone, I'll tell my teacher."

Upon hearing this, Aunt Zhao put the phone on the speakerphone and put it on the table.

A man's gentle voice sounded from the other end of the phone, gradually calming Liu Yiman's impatience.

"Master, this matter cannot be rushed. If you suddenly rush to Huacheng, Master will definitely become suspicious. You should bear with it for a few more days."

"Duan Fan and I will go there first, and I will let you know if there is any other news."

It's still not sure if Qiao Luo is Qiqi, if the master becomes suspicious, it may bring danger to Qiao Luo.

Liu Yiman calmed down and realized that he was too impulsive.

She has waited for so long, these days are nothing.

What's more, what Lan Xi said was right, if Ren Nan became suspicious, it would definitely bring trouble to Qiao Luo.

She nodded slightly, and Aunt Zhao turned off the speakerphone, "Master Xi, Madam, she knows."

After hanging up the phone, Lan Xi looked at the figure appearing at the door, and a complex dark color flashed in her eyes.

"Work is over?" Duan Fan strode in, and the staff here recognized him, so naturally no one stopped him.

"Why are you here again?" Lan Xi frowned, "Didn't you agree to meet at the airport?"

The Qiao Group will hold a press conference tomorrow morning, and they can only make it in time by catching a plane overnight. He has too many questions to ask Qiao Luo.

"It's cold outside, I know you must not have eaten yet, so I brought some ginger tea for you to drink first." Duan Fan opened the thermos, took a straw on the table and put it in.

"Take it, it's not hot anymore."

The shooting location here is too far from the hotel, and the ginger tea has become warm all the way.

The thermos was forced into his hand, and Lan Xi was stunned for a while.

He asked dully, "Where did you get the ginger tea?"

The ginger tea he drank before was brought by his wife, so where did he get this bottle?

Meeting his suspicious eyes, Duan Fan said indifferently, "I cooked it."

Lan Xi was stunned again, "Did you cook it?"

"What's your expression? It's so difficult to make ginger tea." Thinking that Lan Xi didn't believe it, Duan Fan showed a bit of annoyance.

"I didn't decoct medicine for you before."

A mere bowl of ginger tea is no big deal.

He urged fiercely, "Hurry up and drink."

Lan Xi lowered her brows and eyes, biting the straw with her water-colored lips.

The Adam's apple moved slightly, and the ginger tea at a suitable temperature slipped through the throat, which was a little different from the previous ginger tea.

He looked sideways at the man, "Did you add something else to the ginger tea?"

"A few herbs."

Touching the mark between his eyebrows, Duan Fan frowned lightly, "Is it bitter?"

He put a lot of brown sugar, so it should not be bitter.

Lan Xi shook her head, looked back at the vacuum flask in her hand, and a smile flashed deep in her eyes.

Putting so much brown sugar, it killed him.

I filmed a play scene today, and the makeup on my face was a bit difficult to remove, so it naturally took longer.

The tall figure beside him stood in place, not moving an inch.

Lan Xi couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing standing there, your feet are not sore?"

No wonder Qi Qi and Yi Xuan always said that he was a lump of wood, with so many chairs around, he didn't know where to sit first.

Duan Fan said frankly, "It's okay."

Lan Xi was speechless, pointing to the chair beside her, "You go and sit there, you stand here, it's inconvenient for them to help me remove my makeup."

Duan Fan nodded, then walked to the chair he designated and waited.

With the staff present, Duan Fan could only avoid the topic he had with Qiao Luo, "When will this drama be finished?"

Lan Xi said, "There is still about half a month."

"What are your plans after finishing the killing?"

Out of selfishness, Duan Fan still hoped that he could go back to Fengyun City with him after the filming, so that he could have a good rest.

However, he knew that this possibility was unlikely.

Sure enough, Lan Xi's answer was still inconsistent with his thoughts, "I haven't celebrated the New Year in Hwaseong yet, and I just went to Hwaseong to stay for a while after filming."

Although Fengyun City is the place where he grew up, there are too many good memories, but also too many sad memories, for the rest of the time, he doesn't want to go back to that place.

Hearing this, Duan Fan fell silent.

The topic was suddenly ended, and the atmosphere was awkwardly silent.

After removing the makeup, the makeup artist put away the tools and looked at the man's handsome face with admiration in his eyes.

No matter how tiring the work is, it's worth it to see the beauty of the handsome guy at close range.

She said softly, "There is a little bruise on the forehead, I need to apply medicine when I go back."

Lan Xi thanked her, picked up the vacuum flask on the table, and stuffed it into her backpack.

"Are you ready?" Duan Fan came over and helped carry the backpack.

Lan Xi nodded, and Duan Fan put the backpack on his shoulder, freeing his hand to pull the suitcase.

"Let's go."

Apart from the dressing room, the two met Director Zhang in the corridor.

Glancing at the suitcase in Duan Fan's hand, Director Zhang looked at Lan Xi, "So hurry?"

Lan Xi hummed, "Uncle, I will try my best to come back. If it's really too late, you can shoot other people's scenes first."

Director Zhang waved his hand and warned, "You don't have to worry about this. Be careful on the road and pay attention to safety."

Lan Xi said hello, and Director Zhang took a step forward to help push the wheelchair, "I happen to be going back too, so I'll take you to the door by the way."

Duan Fan's car was parked at the back door, and it was dark at night, so no one noticed that Director Zhang was walking with the two of them.

After getting in the car, Lan Xi poked her head out of the car window, with a slight smile on her lips, "Uncle, you should go back early, don't go drinking again."

Director Zhang scolded with a smile, "Got it, brat, I'm still talking about your uncle coming."

The sound of the engine startled the night.

The car sped away, and the blurred figure of the car disappeared into the night.

The wind howled, carrying a biting cold.

In the back row, Lan Xi leaned back on the seat, and after being completely relaxed, fatigue followed.

He half-closed his eyes, looking lazily at the night outside the window.

"Qi Yi and Su Yu are getting married, have you received the invitation?"

The man sitting in the driver's seat suddenly made a sound, and the dark voice echoed in the narrow space.

Lan Xi recovered, raised her eyes and looked at him, "You also received it?"

Duan Fan hummed, "Are you going?"

Lan Xi propped his head with one hand, his eyes showed a bit of coldness, "It's fine to go to the scene, but the gift has been prepared for Qi Yi."

"I really want to see them hold a wedding, don't you want to stop it?"

On the surface, Qi Yi seems to be single-minded, but in fact, there are many women secretly, only Su Yu, that stupid girl, will believe his nonsense.

When Ye Qi's accident happened, what happened, whether Su Yu was used or not, all of this is irrelevant, but watching Su Yu jump into the fire pit seems a little cruel.

"Su Yu, she has a deep relationship with Qiqi after all."

Lan Xi slowly closed her eyes, her voice hoarse, "Let's talk about it, the date of marriage is still a while away."

The most urgent thing now is to confirm whether Qiao Luo is Qiqi or not, besides Qi Yi's matter, he is not in the mood to pay attention to it for the time being.

Duan Fan raised his head and saw the tiredness on the face of the man in the back row through the rearview mirror. His thin lips were slightly pursed, and he held back the words that came to his lips.

……

There is a vast expanse of white outside the window, and there is a hazy beauty that is natural.

In a dark bedroom, a small lamp was on.

The figure curled up in a ball on the bed moved, and upon closer inspection, it seemed to be trembling slightly.

"Master, no, don't..."

The babble sounded intermittently, with a bit of panic.

"Don't come here, teacher's wife, don't..."

A momentary sense of weightlessness hit her, and she woke up suddenly.

Qiao Luo sat up, sweating all over his back.

Her delicate little face was as pale as paper, and she gasped heavily.

Why is it that dream again?
Closing her eyes, the image of Liu Yiman falling in front of her appeared again in her mind.

It was within sight, blood was flowing like a river, and the sound of her being besieged that night seemed to be lingering in her ears.

Every word is precious, surrounded by people who want to take her life.

Qiao Luo opened his eyes suddenly, and the amber eyes flashed with terrifying hostility.

But for a moment, all the emotions were hidden and replaced by longing.

She reached for her phone and saw the time on the screen, it was less than six o'clock.

Perhaps because of the nightmare, or because he missed her too much, Qiao Luo dialed his number regardless.

After a while, a man's surprised voice sounded from the other end of the phone, "Luo?"

Hearing his voice, Qiao Luo's eyes turned sore, "Long Beijue, I miss you."

The soft voice was whimpering, like a wounded little beast.

Knowing that he would not come back today, she still asked, "Are you coming back today?"

On the other end of the phone, Long Beijue had just left the airport, and he hadn't recovered from the surprise that she called him so early. The next moment he heard her whimpering, he panicked.

"what happened?"

When the words came out, he suddenly thought of something, and asked softly, "Did you have a nightmare?"

Qiao Luo hummed, then asked in a muffled voice, "When are you coming back?"

Accustomed to having him around, she suddenly became alone. She felt empty and uncomfortable in her heart.

Long Beijue coaxed softly, "Go to sleep for a while, and I'll go back when you wake up."

With a gentle tone like water, the more startled he doubted his life.

He glanced at the mobile phone in Long Beijue's hand, not thinking that the person on the other end of the phone must be the Young Madam.

Qiao Luo said in a muffled voice, "Liar."

Even if he flew over immediately, it was impossible for him to arrive when she woke up.

Yue Er opened the car door, Long Beijue leaned over and sat in the car, and said patiently, "Be obedient, sleep a little longer, or else, I won't hang up the phone, huh?"

"Can't sleep." Qiao Luo crawled back into bed, holding the phone with a sullen expression on his face.

Long Beijue covered his phone so that she wouldn't hear the sound of the car engine.

"Isn't there still a press conference today, don't rest for a while, how can I have energy later?"

Qiao Luo pursed his lips, hung up the phone, and then made a video call.

If he can't come back, then watch him from the video.

The video call caught Long Beijue by surprise, and he paused with his fingertips, hesitating whether to answer it or not.

If you answer, there will be no surprises, if you don't answer, she will definitely become suspicious.

After much deliberation, he still accepted it.

It wasn't the room in memory, but in the car, Qiao Luo was stunned for a moment.

She asked blankly, "Where are you now?"

(End of this chapter)