Knocked to the election boss today

Chapter 63 Stay Here With You

Without missing the surprise in the woman's eyes, Long Beijue curled up his fingers and knocked on the window again.

"咚咚-"

Qiao Luo came back to his senses, only to see the man's thin lips move slightly.

Through the glass window, he couldn't hear the sound, but Qiao Luo guessed what he said just by the shape of his mouth.

- Open the door.

Qiao Luo put down the spices in his hand, without getting up, stretched out his hand to open the hidden lock of the French window.

With a click, the window slit gradually opened.

Long Beijue put away the umbrella, put it in the corner, and walked into the shop.

The wind and rain poured in through the window, and when he entered the house, Qiao Luo stretched out his hand and closed the window again.

She turned her face, and the wicker chair on the opposite side was already occupied by the man's tall body, "It's so late, what are you doing here?"

Long Beijue unhurriedly rolled up his sleeves, glanced at her, and said teasingly, "Don't worry, my young master is not ostentatious."

Qiao Luo smiled coldly, "Sorry, I don't have any money either."

Hearing this, Long Beijue laughed, glanced at the things on the table, and picked up a medicinal herb, "What is this?"

Qiao Luo said nothing, and looked at him fixedly.

Before he could answer, Long Beijue raised his eyes to look at her. Her indifferent eyes were somewhat alienated, and the cold eyes were shocking.

Inexplicably, he felt a little stuck in his heart.

He reached into the pocket of his coat, and soon, he produced a bottle and placed it on the table.

"Give."

Qiao Luo looked down and saw that it was a bottle of cough drops.

She opened her eyes slightly, and a star point of astonishment appeared in the depths.

He came here in the rain just to give her this bottle of cough drops?

Is the sun coming out west?

After a brief absence, she came to her senses and suppressed the leaked emotions on her face.

"Do not……"

Guessing that she would refuse, Long Beijue interrupted her, "My young lord braved the rain to bring you this bottle at night, are you going to refuse it cruelly?"

Qiao Luo pursed his lips, but did not answer.

"Apart from anything else, we're half friends now, aren't we?" he went on.

"It should be normal for friends to send cough drops, right?"

friend?

A mocking sneer flashed across Qiao Luo's eyes. He raised her with his own hands and taught her that anyone like his own father could kill her with his own hands. The brothers and sisters who grew up with her also betrayed her. Who else could she trust?

friend?
No, she doesn't need it, and she won't trust anyone anymore.

Unknowingly, traces of hostility leaked from her, and Long Beijue, who was sitting opposite her, clearly felt the overwhelming despair and murderous aura.

What has she experienced?
Qiao Luo raised his head, and his usual indifference returned to his face, as if the hostile Qiao Luo just now was just an illusion.

"I'll take the cough drops, thank you." She said calmly, "As for friends, Young Master Long has a noble status, and I can't afford it."

Long Beijue's face darkened slightly, and his straight lips showed a bit of sternness.

Just when Qiao Luo thought he would be pissed off, the man suddenly asked, "Want to have supper?"

Qiao Luo was stunned.

He wasn't angry?

"Since we're not friends, a thank you is not enough for my young master to bring you medicine in the rain." Long Beijue raised his eyes, and his pretty eyes were charming.

"Supper, you treat me." He spoke so confidently that Qiao Luo suddenly became speechless.

"..."

Long Beijue raised his eyebrows, "Don't say that you don't have money for a supper."

Qiao Luo lowered his eyebrows, but still didn't say a word.

"Let's go."

The warm and cool big hand suddenly put on her wrist, Qiao Luo didn't have the slightest defense.

She was startled, and was in a trance for a moment.

It wasn't until the cold wind blew across her cheeks that she realized that she reflexively wanted to break free from his hand.

"Long Beijue, let go."

However, as soon as she struggled, the big hand around her wrist tightened even more.

Long Beijue pretended not to hear, clasped her wrist with one hand, walked behind her, and unconsciously turned into Qiao Luo in his arms.

However, the two of them haven't realized how imaginative their posture is at the moment.

"You have the nerve to be stingy for a supper." Long Beijue pushed her out, and quickly closed the window.

Never being suppressed like this by anyone, Qiao Luo's ears were quietly stained red, and he tried to break his hand away with the other hand.

"Long Beijue, let go of your hand."

The hostility could not be compared, so he had to use force.

She raised her foot and stepped on his foot with a clear goal.

He grabbed her wrist and she dared to step on his foot.

That strength is sour.

Long Beijue frowned slightly, and slowly loosened his grip on her wrist.

He moved his feet to relieve the pain in his back, "You are so fierce, be careful that no one will dare to marry you in the future."

Qiao Luo snorted coldly, and said with strength, "Both each other, Young Master Long's mouth is so poisonous, be careful that no one will marry you."

If she continued to fight, maybe she was going to fight him, and Long Beijue would accept it as soon as he was good.

He picked up the umbrella, reached out and pulled her aside.

It was so sudden again.

Qiao Luo staggered and hit his head on his arm.

The corners of her lips twitched, she gritted her teeth and said, "Long Beijue, just speak as you say, can you not attack suddenly."

Seeing her reddish forehead, Long Beijue sneered, "Mistake."

Qiao Luo, "..."

"Let's go, don't wait for it to rain heavily." Long Beijue changed the subject.

"The restaurant in front is good, do you want to try it?"

Qiao Luo stood still, staring at him for a while, she said, "After supper, you go back immediately?"

Long Beijue raised his eyebrows, smiled flamboyantly, and deliberately misinterpreted her words, "How about staying here with you?"

He clearly knew that she didn't mean that. This bastard definitely distorted her words on purpose.

Qiao Luo's face darkened, and he had the urge to kick him away.

"My young master was just joking, so Boss Qiao shouldn't take it too seriously." Long Beijue added, leaning the umbrella in her hand to her side.

Qiao Luo squinted at him and snorted coldly.

Xiyun Pavilion is located in the center of Hwaseong, surrounded by high-end restaurants.

The car was parked across the road, and the two walked on foot.

The street lamps on the street glowed with dim light, and the misty rain blurred the distant scenery, and only a vague outline could be seen vaguely.

With the cold wind blowing on his face, Qiao Luo glanced at the people beside him from the corner of his eye, thinking about why he agreed to come out for supper with him.

"Stinky tofu, pure stinky tofu, don't miss it when you pass by."

The yelling came out from the loudspeaker in a loop, adding a bit of fireworks to the night.

Qiao Luo looked up, his eyes turned, he didn't know what he thought of, and his red lips curled up slightly.

"Long Beijue." She called him suddenly.

The person holding the umbrella responded, "Huh?"

"Go over there." Qiao Luo stretched out his finger, and a wicked smile flashed across his eyes.

Long Beijue followed her gaze, frowning coldly.

Stinky tofu?
The delicate eyebrows showed a bit of disgust, "Are you sure, eat that?"

Qiao Luo hooked his lips and said provocatively, "Don't you dare to eat?"

(End of this chapter)