Knocked to the election boss today

Chapter 639

Zhang Dong glanced at the two of them, and finally his eyes stayed on Lan Xi's pale face.

After a long time, a low sigh sounded, "Then you have a good rest."

Lan Xi gritted her teeth, choked back the sound of pain, and nodded reluctantly.

After sending Zhang Dong to the door, Duan Fan stopped and closed the door with his hand.

Almost at the same time, a painful groan sounded behind him.

Duan Fan's face changed slightly, and he turned around quickly.

When he touched the curled up figure, he was about to rush over.

"do not come."

There was a soft heck sound, and the foot that had just stepped froze in the air before it landed.

Duan Fan took back his steps, stood where he was, and looked at the thin figure of the man with complicated eyes.

"Just stand there and don't come over."

The pain was excruciating, and intermittent words overflowed from the pale lips.

"Please."

Duan Fan lowered his brows and eyes, knowing that he didn't want others to see his distress.

Suppressing the worries in his heart, he stood stiffly in place.

Seeing that he didn't come over, Lan Xi breathed a sigh of relief and pulled the corners of her lips.

……

For two days in a row, Lan Xi's room door remained closed.

The effect of the medicine was more overbearing and stronger than Duan Fan expected, and it lasted for an extra day.

Fortunately, the result did not disappoint everyone, and Lan Xi's old illness was gradually improving.

Hearing the news, Qiao Luo dragged Long Beijue over immediately.

The sofa in the living room was full of people, and the laughter washed away the previous oppressive atmosphere.

"Open a few bottles of good wine tonight to celebrate." Yi Xuan brought a case of wine from outside and said with a smile.

"Everyone stays drunk."

When it came to drinking, Feng Wuze immediately regained his spirits and raised his hands in agreement, "I agree."

"I also agree." Lan Xi's old illness was gradually recovering, and Zhang Dong was in a good mood, so it was almost time to set off firecrackers to celebrate.

Qiao Luo looked sideways at the man beside him, with a sly smile in his eyes, "Do you want to drink?"

Long Beijue smiled dumbly, and curled his fingers to gently scratch the tip of her nose, "It doesn't matter if I drink it or not, you can't drink it anyway."

Even if she wasn't pregnant with her baby, she should stop drinking that much in one gulp.

Hearing the teasing meaning in his words, Qiao Luo got annoyed, reached out and twisted his arm.

She pretended to be fierce and said, "Why are you laughing?"

The curved eyebrows and eyes made the fierce expression not a little deterrent, but added a bit of softness.

Long Beijue let out a low laugh, grabbed her hand, and whispered from his throat, "I can't laugh anymore?"

"I can't." Qiao Luo snorted lightly, and broke away from his hand, "I'll settle the score with you when I go back."

How dare you laugh at her?

Long Beijue's thin lips hooked lightly, he stretched out his long arms, and his big, slender jade hands fell on her shoulders.

"Do you want to eat oranges, I'll peel them for you?"

I pissed people off, and came to coax them again.

"I still want to eat something else, huh?"

Qiao Luo glanced at him from the corner of his eye, and there was a flattering smile on that handsome face, making it impossible to harden one's heart.

She pursed her lips, determined not to be swayed by the beauty.

"Don't eat."

Long Beijue tilted his body, resting his chin on her shoulder, "Grandma asked us when we will take wedding photos this morning, what do you think?"

Qiao Luo said angrily, "Who wants to take pictures with you."

"You."

The warm breath penetrated into his ears, Qiao Luo blushed slightly, and glanced at the others without any trace.

Seeing that everyone was joking and not paying attention to the two of them, I was secretly relieved.

She poked his stomach with her elbow and whispered, "Sit down."

With a room full of people here, she still wants to save face.

Knowing that she was thin-skinned, Long Beijue straightened his body, and hooked her fingers with his big hand.

Ten fingers intertwined, Qiao Luo took a look, and a smile flashed in the depths.

Feng Wuze turned his head to see this scene, curled his lips in disgust.

He choked his throat and said sourly deliberately, "Hey, everyone in this room is regarded as transparent by the two of you, right?"

"While holding hands in the house, you won't be afraid of the heat."

After he said this, there were narrow smiles on everyone's faces.

Qiao Luo coughed lightly, concealing his embarrassment.

This Feng Wuze never stopped talking.

Long Beijue cast a sidelong glance at Feng Wuze, and said softly, "My young master, you don't have to watch it if you don't like it."

(End of this chapter)