Knocked to the election boss today

Chapter 485 I had to take you to the streets (2)

"It's okay, there are enough of us, you go sit outside, it's not good to smoke when you're pregnant with a baby." Han Ru pushed Qiao Luo out, smiling authentically.

"It will be fine soon, you go outside and watch TV."

Being pushed out of the kitchen, Qiao Luo smiled helplessly and walked towards the living room.

Over there, Yu Feifei was playing mahjong with Mrs. Long and the adults, while Long Yi'an and Qiao Yuan were playing games together.

Finding a place to sit down, she casually looked at the snow scene outside the window.

The heating lingered around her, and she dozed off in a daze.

After the video conference, Long Beijue came downstairs and saw his child dozing off on the sofa, with a gentle smile in his eyes.

He quickened his pace and walked over, approaching cautiously.

Falling into a warm embrace in a daze, the familiar smell has already been carved into the depths of the soul.

Qiao Luo leaned into his arms, struggling to open his eyelids, "Is the meeting over?"

Long Beijue hummed, looked down at her, and let out a faint smile on his lips, "Sleepy?"

"A bit."

Long Beijue took the opportunity to flatter himself, "Look, I'm not here, how boring are you?"

Qiao Luo laughed, raised his hand and grabbed his collar, "Everyone is here, you are not ashamed to say that."

"My voice is very low, they can't hear you." Long Beijue lowered his head cooperatively, and his thin lips brushed the tips of her ears vaguely.

Qiao Luo rolled his eyes at him, straightened up, his whole body suffused with laziness, "One year older, how does Young Master Long feel?"

Long Beijue squinted his ink eyes, and carefully tasted the word "old".

It's really unpleasant.

An iron arm was clasped around her waist, locking her in his arms, "It seems that you said that I look average and ordinary, you said that from the bottom of your heart, huh?"

Bringing this up again made Qiao Luo go crazy.

She rested her elbow on his chest, noticing the others around her out of the corner of her eye.

She suppressed a smile and said, "I've already said this matter, have you changed the story, Long Beijue, he's a year older, can you stop being so childish."

"Who said that the story has been turned over? My heart is still panicked and uncomfortable." Long Beijue grabbed her hand and pressed it on his heart, "If you don't believe me, touch it."

The corner of Qiao Luo's lips twitched, and he tried his best to break away from his hand.

She looked at Long Yi'an who was the closest, and greeted, "Yi'an, your elder brother's heart is uncomfortable, come over and rub him."

Just after finishing a game, Long Yi'an turned around suspiciously when he heard Qiao Luo's words.

Bewildered.

He blurted out, "Brother, do you have angina?"

Qiao Luo couldn't hold back for a moment, and smiled wantonly, "Hahaha."

Meeting his younger brother's sincere eyes, Long Beijuejun's face turned dark.

"Play your game, it's none of your business."

Long Yian snorted, turned around obediently and continued playing games.

Qiao Luo secretly thought something was wrong, but he was a step slower when he wanted to run.

Looking at the iron arm tightly clasped around her waist, she laughed wildly with the strength of a dead pig not afraid of boiling water.

"I'm just repeating what you said, what are you staring at me for?"

As she spoke, she tilted her head and hid aside, revealing a hint of cowardice.

Long Beijue chuckled, "You speak so cheerfully, why are you hiding?"

Qiao Luo said stubbornly, "I can't hide, the heater is on in this room, you hug me like this, it's too hot."

"Really?" Long Beijue said with a smirk, "It's just right, my hands are cold, you can cover them for me."

After the words fell, a big slender hand like jade slipped in from under the corner of her clothes.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Qiao Luo blushed and burned badly.

She quickly pressed his hand, glanced at the others, and was relieved to find that no one noticed their side.

She shrugged her shoulders and bumped into him, "There are so many people here, Long Beijue, please beat me up."

With his blushing little face reflected in his eyes, Long Beijue smiled maliciously, "Hit if you want to, I will never hide."

Qiao Luo turned his eyes, "Hiss, my stomach hurts, my stomach hurts..."

"This trick is kind of bad," he said.

Qiao Luo frowned, bent down slowly, and said in a weak voice, "Really, I was out of breath just now."

Long Beijue stared at her, his concern was confused, "Really?"

Qiao Luo hummed, grabbed his hand, and acted well.

Long Beijue put away his playfulness and asked nervously, "Is the pain severe? Let's go to the hospital."

Qiao Luo clutched his belly, his voice hoarse, "No, you pour me a glass of water, I'll drink slowly."

Long Beijue didn't dare to delay, let go of his hand, got up to pour water.

With his back to her, he naturally missed the flashing smile on Qiao Luo's face.

After pouring a glass of warm water, Long Beijue squatted in front of her, "Here, drink it quickly."

Qiao Luo snickered from the bottom of his heart, took the cup, and took a sip of water unhurriedly.

"Is it better?" Long Beijue asked anxiously.

After taking a few sips in a row, Qiao Luo put down the cup, with a slight arc on the corner of his mouth, "It's much better, I'm fine."

Long Beijue was taken aback for a moment, how many sips of water would he heal so soon?
The long and narrow black eyes narrowed slightly, carrying a trace of suspicion.

"My stomach doesn't hurt so soon, huh?"

His penetrating eyes are extremely penetrating, and Qiao Luo panics when he sees them.

She coughed lightly, and added, "Well, I just laughed a bit, and I'll be fine when I get over it."

Long Beijue took the cup and put it back on the coffee table.

Turning his head, he looked at her with a half-smile, "It turns out that a cup of hot water has this effect?"

Qiao Luo raised his eyebrows, "Why, do you suspect that I lied to you?"

Long Beijue squatted down, propped the sofa with both hands, and approached him bullyingly, "Are you really kidding me?"

The deep black eyes are like a whirlpool, as if it wants to suck the soul of a person into it.

The words that fooled him stuck in his throat, and Qiao Luo laughed dryly.

"Then what, I'll go to the kitchen to see if the food is ready."

The topic turned too bluntly, Long Beijue still didn't understand.

He pretended to have a cold face, and said in a low voice, "Trick me with this kind of thing, see me nervous, is it fun?"

Rarely seeing his sullen expression, Qiao Luo secretly thought it was over.

She grabbed his hand and pulled him to sit on the sofa.

Holding his arm, she leaned on his shoulder, "Are you really angry?"

Long Beijue remained silent, with a serious face.

Upon closer inspection, there was no trace of anger in the deep eyes.

Acting, who can't.

Qiao Luo glanced at him, his face smelly.

She had a flash of inspiration, touched her abdomen, and said to herself, "Baby, your daddy is angry and doesn't want us anymore. It seems that Mommy will have to take you to the streets tonight."

The moderate voice was only heard by the two of them, and it was clearly meant for him.

Long Beijue laughed angrily, rolled his iron arms, wrapped her in his arms, and pinched her face punishingly.

"You're the one who bullied me, and even said bad things about me to the baby, you're fat."

Qiao Luo frowned with a smile, "Aren't you angry?"

Long Beijue pressed against her forehead, pretending to be fierce and said, "Next time make fun of this kind of thing, be careful..."

Qiao Luo was curious, "How?"

Long Beijue approached her and whispered in her ear, a trace of embarrassment flashed across Qiao Luo's face.

She patted his chest, "Go away."

(End of this chapter)