Knocked to the election boss today

Chapter 460 Take Care of Each Other (1)

Humorous words sounded above his head, but Qiao Luo couldn't laugh.

The eyelashes fluttered slightly, unknowingly stained with water vapor.

What a small cut, the wound is obviously very long, and it must have had a lot of stitches.

A trace of coldness permeated his clothes and landed on his heart.

Realizing that the person in his arms was crying, Long Beijue's deep black eyes showed rare panic.

He raised his hand to touch her head, and said in a soft voice, "It's okay, it will heal in a few days, be good, don't cry."

Qiao Luo raised his head from his arms, eyes were shining with water, and his voice was hoarse, "It must be painful to sew so many stitches, you are not made of iron."

Long Beijue smiled lowly, kissed her delicate eyes with his thin lips, and his careful movements concealed his extreme tenderness.

Compared to her being hit by more than a dozen arrows, his little injury is nothing.

The children in his family don't always feel sorry for themselves.

Kissing away the moisture from the corner of her eyes, Long Beijue handed his injured hand in front of her, "It seems to be hurting a bit, why don't you blow it for me, maybe it won't hurt."

The voice is low and hoarse, and the lazy tone is deliberately drawn out.

Qiao Luo burst into tears and slammed his soft fist on his chest.

"childish."

She picked up the bandage, wrapped it up skillfully, and tied a bow at the end.

"Fortunately, the wound is only a little open, so you can tell me that you can't take care of yourself."

Hearing what she muttered, Long Beijue smiled dumbly.

He looked down at the person who was packing the medicine box, and reached out to wrap her in his arms.

Rubbing her small face with her fingertips, her voice was tempered with a smile, "Then shall we take care of each other?"

Qiao Luo snorted and said fiercely, "If you dare to lie to me next time, you will be finished."

"What happened at the annual meeting last night?"

Long Beijue explained a few words in a few words, and Qiao Luo frowned when he heard that Duan Fan was injured.

"I was shot, is there any serious problem?"

Knowing that Duan Fan is her senior brother, Long Beijue is no longer jealous.

"I went to the hospital, and there was nothing serious, so I went back to recuperate."

The second brother was discharged from the hospital so soon?Jolo was surprised.

Long Beijue continued, "One more thing, Ren Nan went back to Fengyun City overnight, leaving Su Yu and Qi Yi here."

"My teacher's mother has gone back too?"

"Ah."

To contain Lan Xi and the others, Liu Yiman is a very good trump card, how could Ren Nan keep her here.

A hint of disappointment flashed in Qiao Luo's eyes, she thought she would be able to see her teacher when she came back.

Frustration floated on his face, and Long Beijue immediately understood it.

A big hand with sharp bones covered her head, "After everything is settled, I will bring my teacher's wife to live in Huacheng."

Qiao Luo's red lips curled slightly, sweeping away the depression between his brows, "Yeah."

I hope they will like the "surprise" she left for the base.

Long Beijue carried the medicine box and threw it on the bedside table.

Strong iron arms wrapped around her waist, cutting off her chance of escaping.

"Then shall we continue?"

Qiao Luo didn't turn the corner for a while, and looked at him suspiciously, "What to continue?"

The corners of Long Beijue's lips curled into a smirk, and the quilt was lifted, covering the figures of the two of them.

"Long Beijue, don't make trouble, your hand is still hurt." There was a trace of embarrassment in the soft voice.

"No problem."

"No, you..."

Before she could finish speaking, the soft cries were drowned in the rain-like kisses.

……

After a sleepless night, Lan Xi looked a little haggard.

Coming out of the elevator, a faint smell of medicine filled the air.

He subconsciously looked in the direction of the kitchen, and Yi Xuan just walked out of it.

He wiped the water stains on his hands with a paper towel, "Senior brother, you are awake, the medicine is ready, remember to drink it after breakfast later."

"The medicine you boiled?" Lan Xi was startled.

When did he learn to boil medicine?

Yi Xuan laughed, "How can I cook medicine, it's the second senior brother."

Duan Fan?

Lan Xi paused slightly, her eyes touched the figure coming out of the kitchen, her brows frowned.

"Your hand injury is still not healed, it's not that I told you to make medicine and I can do it myself."

After all, he was shot and lost too much blood, Duan Fan's face was pale.

He cleared his throat, "It doesn't take much effort to boil the medicine, and it won't affect the wound."

If he was asked to make the medicine by himself, he probably wouldn't be able to do it at all. He knew his temperament better than anyone else.

Lan Xi pursed her lips and suddenly fell silent.

After a while, he looked away and said softly, "If my presence here will affect your recovery, I will move out."

Because of him, he was hurt, and he didn't want to be his burden all the time.

All around, the atmosphere suddenly became stalemate.

Duan Fan's face turned dark, and the veins on his forehead throbbed faintly.

Standing aside, Yi Xuan was in a dilemma.

Whoops, why Mao always let him be a sandwich biscuit.

"Second Senior Brother, Third Senior Brother didn't mean that, he was just worried about your injury."

After pacifying one, he turned his head to look at Lan Xi, "Third senior brother, second senior brother is also doing it for your own good, so don't say nothing."

Lan Xi said, "I'm serious, Yi Xuan, you stay here and take care of him."

Before the words fell, the figure on the opposite side moved.

Seeing that something was wrong, Yi Xuan stretched out his hand to grab Duan Fan, "Second Senior Brother, please speak up if you have something to say, don't be angry..."

"This is a matter between the two of us, you stay alone." Breaking free from his hand, Duan Fan hurried towards Lan Xi.

Yi Xuan scratched the back of his head with a helpless expression.

It would be great if Qiqi was here.

There was still a step away from him, Duan Fan stopped.

He asked in a deep voice, "Why did you move out?"

Lan Xi lowered her head, and said in a calm tone, unable to detect any emotions, "You need to rest, I will disturb you here."

"I know my injury myself." Duan Fan showed sullen expression, and his tone was slightly annoyed.

"Also, did I say you'd bother me here? Did I?"

Hearing the anger in his words, Lan Xi raised her head and met his dark eyes.

After a while, the lips that were as pale as water moved, "Duan Fan, I seem to have been your burden since I was a child."

Duan Fan's eyes froze and his face changed.

"Do not……"

He was in a hurry to speak, but Lan Xi cut him off.

"Listen to me first. For so many years, you have been running around to cure my illness, and you have almost no life of your own."

"Duan Fan, it's enough, it's really enough, you've done enough for me." The slender and jade-like hand slowly raised up, and grabbed his wrist.

"Give up, I've earned it by living for so many years, I don't want to force it anymore."

Now that Qi Qi has been found, in fact, he has no obsessions anymore, so how long he can live depends on fate.

He twitched the corners of his lips and forced out a faint smile.

"For so many years, thank you, Second Senior Brother, for taking care of me."

As the words fell, the coolness withdrew from his wrist, and Duan Fan panicked.

Touching the relieved smile on his face, he took a tight breath, as if someone had strangled his neck and couldn't breathe.

No, he never felt like he was a liability to him.

He stretched out his hand, and Lan Xi pushed the wheelchair back.

Duan Fan's back froze as the big, well-articulated hand was empty.

(End of this chapter)