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Chapter 472 A Little Light Bulb Too Early (1)

Qiao Luo fell beside him, laughing feebly.

Putting her white hands against his shoulders, she said in a slightly childish voice, "Don't make trouble, my stomach hurts."

After the words came out, Long Beijue immediately stopped, looking at her nervously, "Where does it hurt?"

Qiao Luo rolled into his arms, barely stopped laughing, "It hurts my stomach from laughing."

Relieved, Long Beijue lowered his head and rubbed the tip of her nose, "Scared me."

"Seriously, I heard from Aunt Rong that we will worship our ancestors tomorrow, do we need to prepare anything?"

After adjusting his posture, Qiao Luo nestled comfortably in his arms.

"What time is the ancestor worship?"

Touching the seriousness on her face, Long Beijue pulled his lips, "No, Aunt Rong and the others will prepare the things for ancestor worship, and they will start around noon."

"Then what do we do?"

"Receive a red envelope."

Hearing the word "red envelope", Qiao Luo's eyes lit up, "red envelope?"

Long Beijue raised his eyebrows coldly, "You like red envelopes that much?"

Her expression can easily make people misunderstand that he is harsh on her, a little money fan.

"Who doesn't like red envelopes." Qiao Luo's mouth twitched into a charming smile, and deliberately teased, "Of course, the young master Long is so rich that he has no interest in red envelopes."

"..."

Who owes more?
A hint of helplessness flashed across Long Beijue's eyes, "It's clearly you who bullied me."

The aggrieved tone, like a little daughter-in-law, made Qiao Luo laugh out loud.

"I'm not telling the truth, where did I bully you?"

Outsiders said that he was as rich as an enemy, but she didn't say that.

Long Beijue pinched her chin, looking for that rosy touch, pressed his thin lips, "I said yes."

The cold breath hit his face, Qiao Luo's eyes slightly opened, but for a moment, a gentle smile burst from the depths.

After a while, a soft and waxy voice sounded indistinctly, "Be careful of the injuries on your hands."

Long Beijue's deep eyes gradually became clear, and he lowered his head into her neck, "I regret it."

The voice was low and hoarse, carrying a bit of depression.

Qiao Luo panted slightly, "What do you regret?"

"Too early to have a little light bulb."

"..."

After the silence, Qiao Luo laughed lightly.

She raised her hand to caress his head, running her fingertips through his soft short hair, "How could you say that, if the baby hears you say that he is a small light bulb, be careful that he doesn't like you in the future."

Long Beijue said nonchalantly, "As long as you like it."

He is fine as long as she likes him.

Hearing this, Qiao Luo snapped his fingertips, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "You said this, if the baby doesn't like you in the future, don't regret it."

Long Beijue hesitated, cleared his throat, "...he doesn't understand now."

Seeing his awkward expression, Qiao Luo rolled his eyes at him, the dead duck's mouth was stiff, and he obviously cared.

"Why is your face so red?"

Qiao Luo was startled, "What?"

Long Beijue sat up, stretched his big hand towards her forehead, the temperature touched by his palm was a little hot.

He frowned, "I have a low fever."

"Is there?" Qiao Luo didn't notice it at all, and raised his hand to touch his forehead, "It's normal, I guess it's because the room is warm."

She took his hand, "don't be nervous."

Long Beijue shook his head, and said worriedly, "I have a low-grade fever, and they still say it's normal. I'll ask the doctor to come over."

"Just drink a cup of hot water, it's so late, don't let people rush back and forth."

Qiao Luo got up and tugged at the collar, "It's normal to have a high body temperature while covering the sweater."

As she spoke, she pinched the corner of her clothes, trying to take off the sweater.

Long Beijue pressed her hand and said in a deep voice, "Wear it, it will be fine if the cold gets worse."

He reached for his phone and sent a message.

Qiao Luo leaned on his shoulder, glanced across the screen, and a helpless smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

Putting down the phone, Long Beijue looked down at the person in his arms, his eyes full of worry, "Is it uncomfortable?"

Qiao Luo shook his head, "I have a cold and you are so close, aren't you afraid that I will pass the cold on to you?"

"There's nothing to be afraid of." As he spoke, he lowered his head and pecked her lips lightly, "Sit here, and I'll get you a glass of water."

With his warmth still remaining on his lips, Qiao Luo couldn't help laughing, "Aren't you stupid?"

Knowing that she has a cold, she still messes around.

After receiving Long Beijue's message, the doctor didn't dare to delay, and hurried over.

Her hair was slightly damp and her clothes were slightly messed up. It was not difficult to guess that she rushed here just after taking a shower.

Jolo smiled apologetically.

After diagnosing the pulse, the doctor wiped the thin sweat from his forehead.

He was scared to death, thinking it was a serious injury.

"How is it?" Long Beijue asked.

The doctor took a breath and said respectfully, "Young Madam is fine, she just suffered from a bit of cold."

Qiao Luo is more concerned about this issue, "Does it not need to take medicine?"

"No, just drink more hot water and pay attention to rest to keep warm." The doctor said.

Qiao Luo smiled lightly, "Please run for a while."

The doctor waved his hand and said in panic, "No trouble, no trouble."

He took the salary given by the Long family, and it was his duty to be dispatched.

"Young master, then I'll go first."

Long Beijue nodded, and the doctor picked up the medicine box and left.

Qiao Luo picked up the glass and sipped the water.

After closing the door, Long Beijue came back and poked her forehead again.

Qiao Luo smiled helplessly, and held his hand, "It's really fine, the doctor said just now, maybe the fever will subside when I get up tomorrow."

Long Beijue took the empty cup from her hand, "Don't be careless."

The serious tone made Qiao Luo smile, and pulled him to sit down, "Understood, Young Master Long."

Long Beijue lifted the quilt, stretched out his hand to embrace her in his arms, and said in a low voice, "I really can't do anything about you."

Patting her back with a big hand, "Hurry up and sleep."

Qiao Luo raised her head, and the man's sharp jawline caught her eyes, "I can't sleep."

The eyes that were as bright as the stars shone brightly, scorching hotly, Long Beijue raised his hand to cover her eyes, "If you can't sleep, you have to sleep."

He didn't want to take another cold shower.

Qiao Luo was confused, "Why are you covering my eyes?"

Pulling off his hand, the man's low voice fell in her ear, "If you tease me again, I really have to take a cold shower."

tease?

Qiao Luo tasted the word "taste", and his face flushed red.

She whispered, "I don't have it."

"Have."

Long Beijue lowered his head, and pressed his thin lips against her forehead, "So hurry up and sleep, or I'll be rude."

Qiao Luo curled his lips and threatened her again.

She turned away and buried herself in his chest.

Long Beijue hooked his lips, and patted her on the back with his slender and jade-like hands.

He said he was not sleepy, but fell asleep in a daze after a while.

Putting her back on the bed, Long Beijue stretched out his hand and pulled the quilt to cover her, brushing away the broken hair on her forehead with his fingertips.

The delicate little face was flushed slightly, Long Beijue lowered his head and kissed her forehead, a doting smile emerged from the corner of his mouth.

……

The next day.

In the morning, the servants got up early.

Today we have to worship the ancestors and clean up everywhere.

(End of this chapter)