Knocked to the election boss today

Chapter 478 You Are Fragrant (1)

Long Beijue let out a shallow smile, his brows and eyes filled with a gentle gleam.

He took the opportunity to preach, "Knowing that you will get better soon after taking the medicine, why don't you go to the hospital for a cold, huh?"

Qiao Luo choked, "..."

She lacked confidence and said, "Don't talk to me, let go quickly, isn't it cold to be shirtless?"

"After taking the medicine, shall we go to the hospital?" Long Beijue chased after the victory.

The smile on the corner of Qiao Luo's lips froze, turned around, and looked directly into those deep black eyes.

"I'm really fine. I was a little sleepy just now." As she spoke, she grabbed his hand and put it on her forehead, "If you don't believe me, touch it again."

There seemed to be nothing abnormal about the temperature touching the palm, Long Beijue was slightly relieved.

He pinched the tip of her nose, "Why are you so stubborn."

Slapping his hand away, Qiao Luo raised her eyebrows, "Do you start to dislike me?"

Long Beijue remained silent, his arms holding her tightened suddenly.

Caught off guard, Qiao Luo was so strangled that he couldn't help coughing.

Slapped his chest with no force at all, "You're going to strangle me so you can marry me again, right?"

The four eyes met, and a low-pitched laughter overflowed from his throat, "Do you think I'm hugging you so tightly, does it look like you're disgusted?"

"Now you can see if I have feelings for you. If not, then I'll hold you tighter."

As he spoke, his arms were about to tighten.

"Don't, don't make trouble." Qiao Luo was afraid of him, and said softly.

"I can see it, if I hold it tighter, I'm probably going to die."

Long Beijue smiled dumbly, and the hand around her waist gradually loosened.

Qiao Luo laughed while talking, "Long Beijue, do you think I was confused at the beginning, why didn't I see the essence of you as a rascal?"

"You should be honored."

That's the only way he treats her. If it's someone else, don't even think about it.

Qiao Luo clicked his tongue, "Narcissist."

Breaking away his hand, Qiao Luo turned to look for the ointment.

Take a step, Long Beijue follows.

Qiao Luo opened the drawer and rummaged through the ointment, "Long Beijue, are you childish, why are you following me?"

"I like."

After finishing the words, he took a step forward, and his well-defined chest pressed against her back.

The shoulders sank, Qiao Luo glanced sideways, and the handsome profile of the man was close at hand.

She couldn't help laughing, "Stay away, don't come next to me, I'm looking for something."

"No."

"Long Beijue, are you a dog skin plaster, why are you so close to me?"

"You are fragrant." After saying that, he tilted his head and kissed her face.

Qiao Luo, "..."

Who is the kid?

……

All around, eerily quiet.

In the corner of the wall, three figures stood side by side, their bodies straight, like taut strings, motionless.

Knowing that something was wrong, the chatty Yu Feifei also became quiet.

After standing for a while, Yu Feifei began to peek at the young man beside her, her black eyes rolling around.

She called softly, "Yi'an."

Waited for a while, no response.

She turned her face, and saw the young man with his head down, his broken hair hanging on his forehead, and he couldn't see the emotion on his face.

In my impression, Long Yi'an is always fearless, he is more courageous than anyone else.

It's rare to see him so... depressed.

Yes, it is decadence.

She raised her hand and tugged at his sleeve, and asked cautiously, "Yi'an, are you okay?"

Before the words were finished, a drop of golden peas fell down.

Yu Feifei was dumbfounded, her hand holding his sleeve froze in the air.

As soon as he...

Cried?

She was at a loss and comforted, "Yi'an, don't cry, just face the wall for an hour, and it will pass in no time, it will be fine."

On the side, Qiao Luo looked over with a bit of astonishment on his face.

Will the little devil cry too?

The words of comfort did not have any effect, Yu Feifei turned to look at Qiao Yuan, and asked for help, "Qiao Yuan, what should I do?"

Qiao Yuan stepped forward, walked around her, and walked to Long Yian's side.

Lowering his body, he tilted his head to look at his face, and when he touched his wet black eyes, he was shocked from the bottom of his heart.

I really cried.

He grabbed his arm and asked dumbfoundedly, "Long Yi'an, what a big deal, why are you crying?"

He is usually more courageous than anyone else, and he was punished to face the wall without seeing him cry when he was attacked. There is nothing to cry about.

The forbearable crying gradually tended to amplify, Long Yi'an lowered his head, his shoulders trembling slightly.

"Why are you crying?" Qiao Yuan felt helpless and wanted to laugh, "Don't feel ashamed to be a man in class."

Those who didn't know thought that the two of them had bullied him, crying like a doormat.

As soon as he said it, Long Yi'an not only didn't hold back his tears, but cried even more joyfully.

He cried intermittently, "Brother yelled at me, and he got angry at me."

Qiao Yuan and Yu Feifei looked at each other, seeing his tear-stained face, wanted to laugh but felt it was unfair.

"Look, brother-in-law should be angry if you hurt him." Seeing him crying pitifully, Qiao Yuan comforted him softly.

"Besides, my brother-in-law didn't beat you, but just made you face the wall and think about it, so don't cry."

Immersed in grief, Long Yi'an couldn't listen to his words at all, and Jin Doudou jumped out as if he didn't want money.

"Brother has never been so angry. He must hate me. Brother doesn't like me anymore..."

"puff."

Yu Feifei covered her mouth and suppressed her laughter.

She didn't laugh on purpose, it was just too funny.

She stood on tiptoe and touched his head, "Oh, don't cry."

"When did my cousin say he hated you? Don't scare yourself."

This one-brain circuit, why is the idea so clear.

Long Yi'an didn't listen, just kept crying.

Yu Feifei's head hurt from his noise, and she covered her ears with her hands.

She urged, "Qiao Yuan, hurry up and persuade me."

If they cried any more, both of them would be drowned by his tears.

Qiao Yuan shrugged and spread his hands, there was nothing he could do.

Yu Feifei raised her forehead, took out her mobile phone from her pocket, turned her back, and secretly sent a message to Qiao Luo.

"Long Yi'an, please don't cry. Are you ashamed to cry?" Qiao Yuan handed him a tissue, "How about I get you ice cream?"

Long Yi'an pushed away his hand, crying even more fiercely, "I want you to take care of it."

"Boom boom boom——"

There was a knock on the door, and Yu Feifei ran to open the door.

Seeing Long Beijue, she seemed to have seen a savior.

Hearing the crying sound from inside, Long Beijue's upturned eyes curled into a smile.

This bastard.

"Sister" saw Qiao Luo and Qiao Yuan, and Qiao Yuan stepped aside.

With his back to Qiao Luo and the others, Long Yi'an was still crying loudly, not knowing that Long Beijue had also come.

Qiao Luo didn't believe Yu Feifei's message just now.

This was the first time she saw Long Yi'an crying like this, she couldn't help but want to laugh.

She reached out and touched Long Beijue's hand, signaling him to coax him quickly.

Long Beijue cleared his throat, "Long Yi'an, you are so wronged by letting you face the wall for an hour?"

The tone was cold, and there was a hint of a smile hidden under the careful listening.

(End of this chapter)