Knocked to the election boss today

Chapter 409 We only belong to each other (1)

The spotlight was "clicking" non-stop, and the focus of the audience was on her and Long Beijue.

Qiao Luo narrowed his long and narrow eyes slightly, and Yu slipped past Lan Xi and the others.

She knew that they already suspected that she was Ye Qi, maybe if she showed her true appearance, Third Senior Brother and the others could give up.

In full view of everyone, she raised her hand and hooked her white fingers around the elastic cord next to her ear.

Wan Chuyi and the others looked at each other and smiled.

With a pull of his fingertips, the black mask left his face.

Her long hair was slightly raised, and her small face, which was as clear as jade, was exposed under the spotlight without any concealment.

"hiss--"

There was a sound of gasping for air, followed by a terrifying silence.

how come……

Not far away, Duan Fan and his party were startled, looking at that exquisite and unparalleled face, their eyes became strange.

It was clearly Qiao Luo's voice just now, they couldn't have heard it wrong, but this face...

"You're not Jolo."

The raised voice was full of shock.

Feng Wuze pushed away the reporters blocking him, and squeezed in front of Qiao Luo.

He looked angrily, and looked at Long Beijue angrily, "Long Beijue, it's fine if you cheated, and you dare to find someone to impersonate Qiao Luo. Where are you hiding her from Qiao Luo?"

Especially this person is still the object of his cheating, why didn't he see that Long Beijue was such a scumbag before.

As insiders, the third sister and the others lowered their heads and held back their laughter, their shoulders shaking wildly.

Long Beijue met Feng Wuze's gaze coldly, and his thin lips curved playfully.

I usually have a bright mind, why is it so different today?

Seeing that he didn't speak, Feng Wuze became even more angry, "Did you collude with this woman? What did you do to Qiao Luo..."

A cold voice interrupted him, "I am Qiao Luo."

"You didn't talk here...what, what did you say?" Feng Wuze was astonished, and his tongue was tied.

"Are you Jolo?"

Suspicious eyes wandered on the woman's delicate face, touching those amber eyes, and the last trace of doubt was dispelled.

"Are you really Jolo?"

Qiao Luo nodded lightly, and rarely said humorously, "How about punching you to prove it?"

The choking tone, Qiao Luo himself is undoubtedly.

Feng Wuze shrank his neck, and said without hesitation, "That's not necessary."

He is delicate and expensive, so he can't bear to be beaten.

"What kind of disguise technique did you use? It's so well camouflaged that I haven't seen it yet."

As he spoke, he took a step forward, wanting to study her face up close.

Long Beijue swung his long arms across to block his footsteps, and his clear voice contained a warning, "Feng Wuze."

Feng Wuze took a step back, so he could see what's wrong, cheapskate.

Thanks to Feng Wuze's interference, the others probably realized what was going on.

Easy?

The reporters stared blankly at that beautiful and refined face, their hearts filled with shock.

There is still such a strange art these days?
Everyone present knew Qiao Luo's previous appearance, and compared with his current face, there was a huge disparity between heaven and earth.

I just ate a big melon, I didn't expect the slap in the face to come so quickly.

Qiao Luo glanced at the reporters indifferently, with clear waves and a faint brilliance.

The red lips parted slightly, and the voice was warm and cool, "I am Qiao Luo, this is my real appearance, the cheating is all nonsense."

After a pause, she held Long Beijue's hand, with a smile on her lips, "We only belong to each other."

Words like a confession ruthlessly poked the softest part of Zhonglong Beijue's heart.

There was a moving smile in his deep eyes, he exerted a slight force on his wrist, and Qiao Luo slammed into his arms.

A gentle kiss fell on her forehead, accompanied by his deep voice, "It belongs to you alone."

Qiao Luo raised his head, his smiling face fascinated everyone's eyes.

They didn't eat the melon, and they hadn't stuffed a mouthful of dog food, so everyone couldn't help feeling sour.

Song Ao and the others booed, and Wan Chuyi asked out of trouble, "Dr. Qiao, Young Master Long, when will you invite us to a wedding wine?"

Long Beijue held Qiao Luo in his arms, and curled his thin lips lightly, "Hurry up."

The booing sounded again, and Qiao Luo glanced at them dumbfounded.

Feng Wuze snorted softly, he was not sour.

"Qiao Dong, may I ask why you changed your appearance before, is there any unavoidable reason?"

"Qiao Dong, are you and Young Master Long getting engaged?"

Missing a melon still cannot stop the burning gossip hearts of the reporters.

The microphones were scrambled to be handed to Long Beijue and Qiao Luo. It was a rare opportunity, and everyone wanted to grab the scoop.

"Qiao Dong, I heard that you have already lived in the Long family mansion. Is this true?"

The noisy voice echoed in his ears, Qiao Luo cleared his throat, "The matter of disguise is my personal reason, and I don't want to explain this matter."

Not sloppy, still consistent and direct
"Today is the press conference of Joe's Group, please get back to the topic."

Song Ao came forward to smooth things over and said, "That's right, all journalists and friends, please return to your seats. You can actively ask questions about the Qiao Group. As for Qiao Dong's private life, everyone should stop gossiping."

Wan Chuyi took over the conversation, and said with a half-smile, "Curiosity killed the cat. I believe everyone should have heard of this sentence."

Smelling a hint of threat, the reporters scattered and returned to their seats wisely.

Long Beijue looked down at the person in his arms, "You comrades are not bad."

Qiao Luo raised his jaw slightly, "That is."

Letting go of his hand, she asked, "Will you wait for me here or go to the office?"

The press conference is still going on, and she has to attend.

Long Beijue raised his hand and touched her head, "Go, I'll wait for you here."

Of course he had to stay here for his children's first battle.

Qiao Luo hummed, and walked towards the high platform with long legs.

"Long Beijue."

The person opposite called him, and Long Beijue looked up.

When their eyes met, he casually raised his eyebrows, "What else do you want to ask me?"

Feng Wuze pouted, "Who told you not to make it clear?"

"Did you give me a chance to tell?"

When you come up, you don't care about 21 and [-] questions.

Feng Wuze hummed softly, and turned her head guiltily.

In the corner where no one was paying attention, the expressions on the faces of Duan Fan and the three were intriguing.

Lan Xi looked at the woman sitting in the middle of the high platform with obscure eyes.

His face was slightly pale, and his previous determination began to waver.

Is it really his hallucination?

Qiao Luo is just very similar to their family Qiqi, aren't they the same person at all?
Is Qi Qi really gone?

Thinking carefully, he was terrified, his heart twisted, as if being grabbed by a hand, he was a little out of breath.

He lowered his head slightly, and his breathing gradually became short of breath.

Sensing his strangeness, Duan Fan leaned over and said in a low voice, "Lanxi, what's wrong with you?"

"Senior Brother Third, what's wrong with you, don't scare us." Seeing Lan Xi's pale face, Yi Xuan became nervous.

(End of this chapter)