Knocked to the election boss today

Chapter 46 Hurt each other, who is afraid of whom
"Long Beijue, don't push yourself too hard."

Long Beijue pulled his lips and smiled harmlessly, "Is there any? The two conditions shouldn't be too much, right?"

The deep voice rang in her ears, Qiao Luo staggered almost invisible, and everything in front of her eyes gradually became blurred.

Including that very smiling face.

Her eyes went dark, and her thin body fell backwards.

Almost at the same time, the figure opposite moved.

The strong and slender big hands encircled her thin shoulders, and with a slight movement, the woman's cold forehead hit his collarbone.

Looking down at the sleeping man in his arms, Long Beijue clicked his tongue, "You're really stubborn."

Obviously exhausted to the limit, still trying to be brave.

"It's rare for this young master to be merciful, and it's an advantage to you." He muttered, and hugged her horizontally.

Unexpectedly light.

He raised his eyes to look in the direction of the wooden house, and lifted his feet to leave.

……

The rain gradually stopped, and the autumn wind was cold.

A trace of coolness slipped into the wooden house, carrying a faint fragrance of green grass.

On the simple wooden bed, the woman curled up into a ball, her brows furrowed, and she did not sleep soundly.

"Even you betrayed me?"

"I didn't, Ah Qi, you believe me, I really just..."

"Enough, don't say any more."

"Ye Qi, if you want to blame you, you can only blame your extraordinary talent. It is you who led yourself to a dead end."

"Ah Qi, I'm sorry, I was wrong..."

The grief-stricken crying woke her up, and Qiao Luo sat up suddenly, panting lightly.

She raised her hand to rest her forehead, feeling a thin layer of sweat.

Thinking of something, she raised her head abruptly, and glanced around, only to realize that she had returned to the wooden house.

How did she come back?
Qiao Luo lifted the blanket off his body, and his wet clothes were still on his body.

"Cough cough."

She raised her hand and kneaded her forehead, her head was still a little muddled.

Suddenly, an out-of-tune piano sound came from outside.

Regardless of wearing shoes, she went out barefoot.

Lifting the bamboo curtain, the tall and slender figure of the man came into her sight.

Qiao Luo's eyes froze, and the expression on his face became weird.

She seemed to know how she got back.

The man on the opposite side suddenly turned around, and put his big, slender hands like jade on the strings casually.

Long Beijue took a look at her, and said with a half-smile, "My young master thought you were going to sleep until night."

The tip of Qiao Luo's nose moved slightly, and there was a faint smell of burning in the air.

She frowned, her voice hoarse, "Did you burn something?"

Long Beijue said, "Your place is too crude, you don't even have a dryer, so I can only light a fire to dry my clothes."

Hearing the disgust in his words, the corners of Qiao Luo's lips trembled slightly.

"By the way, can you cook?" Long Beijue asked bluntly.

Qiao Luo looked at him coldly, and answered irrelevantly, "You can go."

Long Beijue smiled lowly, and looked at her leisurely, "Boss Qiao's ability to cross rivers and destroy bridges is really well practiced."

"This young master carried you all the way before bringing you back. If you don't appreciate it, forget it, and chase this young master away?"

Carry?
Qiao Luo held back the key words in his words, and shot him with a knife.

He also felt embarrassed to be sarcastic at her weight, why didn't he say that he himself was powerless.

"Or maybe Boss Qiao misunderstood something, so he rushed to chase this young master away." Ignoring her "unfriendly" eyes, Long Beijue continued.

Qiao Luo had a hunch that what he was going to say next would definitely not be a good thing.

as predicted.

He groaned, and looked at her with narrow eyes, "Boss Qiao, if you are worried that this young master will take advantage of you while you are unconscious, then you can rest assured."

"After all, it's very difficult for this young master to deal with someone as ugly and distinctive as Boss Qiao." He said with a embarrassed expression on his face.

Qiao Luo's pale face flushed a little, obviously because of anger.

So ugly?
special.

She laughed back angrily, "We are each other, Young Master Long is no different from the rumors."

Hurt each other, who is afraid of who.

He said, "I would like to hear the details."

"I heard before that Young Master Long has a good skin, and his temper is more difficult to serve than anyone else. Now, I think it's more than that. Young Master Long also likes to meddle in other people's business, and likes to blackmail people when he has nothing to do." She did not hesitate. Said politely.

"Really?" Long Beijue jokingly smiled, "Is your temper worse than Boss Qiao's?"

Being turned against the general, Qiao Luo suddenly became speechless.

She glanced at him, her eyes made no secret of her dislike for him.

Remembering that he was still wearing wet clothes, Qiao Luo frowned, turned and walked into the back room.

Sensing the person following behind him, Qiao Luo paused, turned his face, and saw that handsome face again.

She asked fiercely, "What are you following me for?"

"I'm hungry." Long Beijue said confidently.

Qiao Luo sneered, "What does it matter to me if you are hungry, you will go back when you are hungry."

"Anyway, I brought you back, so it's not too much to treat me to a meal, right?"

After a moment of silence, she said coldly, "There are instant noodles in the cabinet over there."

"I don't like that stuff," he said.

I want to send him away for a broken instant noodle, which is a good idea.

Qiao Luo was speechless, "I like to eat or not."

If there is something to eat, he still hates it. He wants to eat delicacies from mountains and seas, so he will go back to eat by himself, don't stay here.

The corners of Long Beijue's brows and eyes curled into a yuppie smile, "The young master of this book has no choice but to follow you all the time."

Qiao Luo stared at him, his eyes sore.

In the end, she was defeated.

"Go there and sit and wait."

What evil did she do to let her meet him.

A triumphant smile flashed across Long Beijue's eyes, "Then where are you going now?"

Joe Locke controlled his fist, gritted his teeth and said, "Do you think I don't need to change my clothes?"

Long Beijue understood, and stopped talking to her as much as possible.

Qiao Luo snorted coldly, turned and went into the back room.

"boom--"

The wooden door was closed and locked.

Long Beijue raised his eyebrows, his character isn't that bad, is he?
Still need to lock him up?
Being idle and bored, Long Beijue walked back and forth in the room, fiddling with the objects on the table from time to time.

Not much else, but a lot of musical instruments.

Guqin, violin, Tao Xun, flute...

The interests are quite broad.

Fearing that Long Beijue would mess with her things, Qiao Luo quickly washed up and came out.

The wooden door opened with a creaking sound.

Long Beijue looked back at her, touched her clothes, and smiled.

"You seem to like black and white clothes?"

It was black clothes and black trousers just now, but now it has changed back to white short sleeves and black trousers.

He even suspected that her wardrobe was full of clothes of these two colors.

Her hair was not blown dry, and was casually draped over her shoulders, making her palm-sized face even smaller.

Qiao Luo raised his hand to brush away the broken hair in front of his forehead, and glanced at him with eyes as bright as glass, "I want you to take care of it."

Long Beijue spread his hands and changed the subject, "Where is the food?"

(End of this chapter)