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Chapter 474 Who Says You Can Only Choose One of Two (1)

The curled up body moved, the movements were gentle.

Turning over, she closed her eyes tightly, as if she had no intention of getting up.

However, the hand holding the corner of his clothes did not let go.

"I'm not hungry."

Perhaps it was due to a cold, and the nasal voice was slightly hoarse.

Long Beijue frowned, and pulled him into his arms.

His deep black eyes were full of worry, and he touched her forehead with his hand worriedly, "Is it still uncomfortable?"

On weekdays, she would have been hungry at this point, why is it abnormal today.

His slender arms were wrapped around his neck, and his skin, like suet jade, glowed with a lustrous luster.

Qiao Luo shook his head, his eyelids struggled to open, and his sleepy eyes flashed with confusion.

Her throat was dry, and she couldn't help coughing twice.

"Cough cough..."

Long Beijue's eyes darkened, and he patted her on the back with his big hand, "Is it still uncomfortable? I'll send the doctor over."

"It's okay." Qiao Luo pursed his lips, barely suppressing the discomfort in his throat.

"It's Chinese New Year, don't let people run back and forth."

"Then we go to the hospital?"

Hearing the word "hospital", Qiao Luo resisted from the bottom of his heart.

"No, I'm really fine, the fever has subsided, nothing serious."

Touching his wrinkled brow, she continued, "Besides, I'm pregnant with a baby now, so it's best not to take medicine if I can."

Long Beijue remained silent, with a tense expression and disapproval in his eyes.

"Stop frowning, you should smile more during the Chinese New Year." Qiao Luo bent his lips, and smoothed the mark between his brows with his fingertips.

"Young Master Long, smile."

Being tempered by her, Long Beijue was defeated, and his tense expression gradually cracked.

He said worriedly, "If you are really uncomfortable, please tell me, don't hold back."

"I know, the baby is here, I'm not willing to make fun of him."

"Then you are willing to make me feel bad?" He said sassyly.

Qiao Luo couldn't help laughing, and kissed his face flatteringly, "No way."

After the words came out, she belatedly covered her lips, opened her innocent eyes, "Forget that I have a cold."

Long Beijue smiled dumbly, and flicked her forehead with his fingers, "Don't worry, your husband's resistance is not that bad."

Qiao Luo pretended to be in pain, "Hiss."

Long Beijue raised his eyebrows, "You want to blackmail me?"

He didn't know whether he was using force or not.

"Who cares if you have anything to make me blackmail." Qiao Luo snorted.

Turning to think of something, she suddenly raised her head, "What time is it?"

"It's probably ten o'clock." Long Beijue said unhurriedly.

so late?

His eyes, which were as clear as a pool of spring water, were stained with astonishment, and Qiao Luo hurriedly got up.

"Why didn't you call me earlier?"

Although she didn't need to prepare anything for ancestor worship, it didn't seem too good to wake up so late.

"Slow down." Long Beijue pressed her shoulder, "It's still early, don't worry."

After getting out of bed, a gust of cold came from all directions, and the thin short sleeves couldn't block the wind at all, so she shook her shoulders.

It's so cold.

Long Beijue grabbed his nightgown and put it on her shoulders, "Put it on first."

Qiao Luo raised her hand cooperatively, and the loose nightgown was put on her body, which was baggy, making her even thinner.

At this moment, a cell phone rang.

Long Beijue picked up his phone, and the caller ID - Yueer.

"You answer the phone first, I'll go wash up." Qiao Luo got off the bed, put on slippers and walked slowly to the bathroom.

After a while, there was the sound of water in the bathroom.

Qiao Luo pulled the towel and casually wiped the water stains on his face.

When she walked out of the bathroom, Long Beijue had already finished answering the phone and was picking out clothes for her.

She walked over, with a helpless smile on the corner of her mouth, "What are you choosing, just take whatever you want."

His eyes fell on the sweaters in his hands, one red and one pink.

The bright colors dazzled her eyes, and the corners of Qiao Luo's lips twitched.

"I don't want to wear this."

Long Beijue's thin lips curled slightly, and he deliberately handed the pink sweater in front of her, "Is this one not good?"

"The color suits you, and you haven't worn it yet."

Knowing that he was trying to tease her, Qiao Luo rolled his eyes at him, "If you like to give it to you, you can wear it yourself."

As she said that, she went straight to her and grabbed the collar of his sweater with her fingertips.

"Let's change, you wear this pink one, and I wear yours."

Long Beijue chuckled, wrapped her hands around her, and begged for mercy, "I admit defeat, I admit defeat."

Qiao Luo snorted, glanced at the closet out of the corner of his eye, and picked up a sweater casually.

"Wait." Long Beijue took back the sweater, hung it up again, and changed into a sweater.

It was the same style as the sweater he was wearing, but the color was different, his was black, hers was white.

"Wear this."

Qiao Luo leaned against the closet and looked at him with a half-smile, "Did I say I wanted to wear the same clothes as you?"

Mo Renjing still held grudges, Long Beijue picked up the pink sweater again, and said with a smirk, "Choose one?"

"..."

Being turned against the general, Qiao Luo snorted softly, deliberately contradicted him, and took out the sweater she had just taken.

Who said you can only choose one of the two, but she didn't choose.

Long Beijue narrowed his eyes and reached out to snatch it.

"This one is too thin, and it's cold outside, so I can't wear it." He said confidently.

"I want it." Qiao Luo hugged his clothes tightly and ran to the cloakroom with his slippers on.

"Not in the same clothes as you."

Long Beijue threw the sweater back into the closet, and chased after him with the sweater.

After a while, Qiao Luo's embarrassing voice came from the cloakroom, "Long Beijue, you rascal, I won't wear it..."

"Then I will accompany you without wearing it."

"You're crazy, you."

"Will you wear it?" There was a hint of a triumphant smile in the deep voice.

"……Put on."

After a long time, Qiao Luo came out and was already fully dressed.

However, the delicate little face is still glowing with a light rouge, which looks even more attractive.

Long Beijue looked down at her, and praised her without hesitation, "It's beautiful."

I don't know if he is talking about the clothes or her.

"..."

Qiao Luo stretched out his hand and twisted his uninjured arm, and said fiercely, "Get lost."

If she hadn't cared about the injury on his hand, she would definitely beat him up.

Long Beijue let out a low laugh, and walked out with her in his arms.

"Is there anything you want to eat, I'll let the kitchen do it."

The corners of Qiao Luo's lips pursed slightly. After thinking about it, she shook her head, not having any appetite.

She changed the topic, "When will grandpa and the others come?"

"It used to be in the afternoon, and it's probably the same this year."

"Then what else do you want to do after worshiping the ancestors?"

"No, there are not so many complicated things."

The two went downstairs while chatting, their moderate voices attracted everyone in the living room.

The surrounding voices suddenly fell silent, and probing eyes turned to the two of them.

There is curiosity and there is jealousy.

The two appeared at the same time, with the same heaven-defying appearance and matching aura, standing together, no one would say that they were a good match.

Qiao Luo didn't expect so many people to come suddenly, but he thought about today's ancestor worship, and immediately understood.

I almost forgot that the Long family is a big family, and there are countless collaterals.

(End of this chapter)