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Chapter 81 Is This Taking Advantage of My Master (2)

Qiao Luo spread his hands, "Car keys."

Long Beijue hooked the car keys and joked, "Didn't you ask me to take you back?"

Qiao Luo didn't say a word, and went straight to grab the key, and his fingertips inadvertently touched his hand, which was frighteningly cold.

She raised her eyes to look at him, and a trace of complexity flashed across her indifferent eyes.

Long Beijue joked, "Boss Qiao seems to like to stare at this young master?"

Qiao Luo frowned, opened the car door, and got into the car first, "You can still joke, it seems that the stomach pain should be gone."

Long Beijue was stunned, a stream of light flashed in his well-understood eyes, and the arc of his lips gradually became deeper.

Rong Tian and the others didn't see it, but she knew that he had an upset stomach?
The car lights flickered, and Qiao Luo looked out the window, "Aren't you going to get in the car?"

Long Beijue pursed his lips, walked around to the other side and got into the car.

Seeing him fasten his seat belt, Qiao Luo started the car and drove away.

Neon lights flashing colorful lights, black luxury cars gallop on the road.

The people around him didn't say a word, Qiao Luo was not used to being too quiet.

There was a red light ahead, and she took a distracted look at him while the car was parked.

I saw the man leaning against the car window with his head slightly lowered, unable to see the expression on his face, his hair was sticking to his forehead with sweat, and his breath was slightly turbulent.

Qiao Luo's eyes darkened, and he reached out to touch his arm, "Long Beijue, are you okay?"

"It's okay." Long Beijue sat upright, his voice hoarse.

Qiao Luo hesitated for a few seconds, then stretched out his hand to his forehead, feeling cold sweat.

Oops.

The warm palm was about to leave, Long Beijue's eyes flashed with reluctance, and he joked, "Boss Qiao is taking advantage of my young master?"

Qiao Luo withdrew her hand, the red light in front turned to green, she started the car and left.

Long Beijue noticed that this was not the way to Xiyun Pavilion, and turned to look at her, "Where are you going?"

"Hospital," she said.

Thinking of the pungent smell of disinfectant alcohol, Long Beijue was very disgusted, "No, it's just a small problem."

Qiao Luo ignored him and accelerated the car towards the hospital.

After a while, the car arrived at the hospital.

After closing the car door, Qiao Luo walked around to the other side, opened the car door, and looked at the man sitting in the co-pilot.

"Come down."

Long Beijue half-closed his eyes, his voice hoarse, "Stomach hurts, I have no energy."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand weakly towards her.

"Boss Joe, please send Buddha to the West."

The corner of Qiao Luo's eyes twitched faintly, did he do it on purpose?

Looking up, I saw the thin sweat dripping from the corner of his forehead, and the words of refusal stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say it immediately.

She grabbed his hand in a mysterious way, and her thin body supported the man's tall and slender body.

Very heavy.

She lowered her head, just missing the curve of Long Beijue's lips, and the faint smile disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Qiao Luo grabbed his arm and put it on her shoulders, and walked into the hospital with slow steps.

Most of Long Beijue's body was leaning on her, and it was a bit difficult for her to support him.

"I carried you last time, but this time it's you carrying me. Does that count as even?" Long Beijue said with a low smile.

The thin lips opened and closed, and the warm breath lingered in her ears, and the pinnae immediately burned.

Qiao Luo squinted at him, "Quiet."

After all this, he still keeps talking, why didn't he see that he was still a talker before.

Long Beijue pursed his lips into a smile, moved his gaze upwards, and he immediately understood that the crimson ear tips broke into his vision.

It turns out that she also has weaknesses.

Long Beijue was of extraordinary status, and when he learned that he had come to the hospital, the dean came out to receive him in person.

After careful inspection, it was really a stomachache caused by eating cake.

Hanging needles were arranged, and Qiao Luo accompanied him in the ward.

During the whole process, the dean and the doctors looked at Qiao Luo with strange eyes.

After all, she should be the first to give Long Beijue a cold look.

Before leaving the ward, the dean said in a humble tone, "Young Master Long, rest well, and if you need anything, just tell us."

Long Beijue nodded, and after taking the pills, his face had recovered a little rosy.

"Since someone is taking care of you, I'll go first." Qiao Luo got up, planning to get out of the way.

Before he finished speaking, his wrist was suddenly grabbed.

Qiao Luo looked down at him, and said in a cold voice, "Let go."

"How can they know how to take care of people?" Long Beijue smiled, "Boss Qiao is a good person to the end, please take care of this young master."

The dean and his party said, "..."

Are the nurses in their hospital just watching?
Qiao Luo exerted force on his wrist, trying to free his hand, "There is a nurse in the hospital, you can ask the nurse to come and take care of you."

Long Beijue suppressed the smile on his lips, and glanced coldly at the dean and the others, "Does your hospital have any nurses?"

The dean and the doctors swallowed and took a step back reflexively.

Murderous.

In the end, the dean was the most knowledgeable, "Well, the hospital is short of staff recently, so..."

Long Beijue interrupted him, his tone softened a little, "Since there are not enough people, forget it, you guys go out first."

Before the words were finished, the dean gestured to the doctors, and a group of people left the ward in a hurry.

The corners of Long Beijue's lips curled into a satisfied smile, and he turned to Qiao Luo, "Now I can only trouble you to take care of me."

Seeing that he was on purpose, Qiao Luo snorted and shook off his hand.

"I can help you inform your family."

Wanting her to be his caregiver is so—difficult—ah.

Hearing this, the smile on Long Beijue's face faded, and Qi Ruziye's eyes gradually dimmed.

"Forget it, you go, I'm fine here alone."

The calm and breezy tone sounded a little sour.

The phone Qiao Luo took out froze, she looked down at him, and the man had already closed his eyes.

Is he angry?
For a long time, there was no movement in the room.

There was a slight sound of closing the door, and the man lying on the hospital bed slowly opened his eyes, his obsidian-like pupils were dim.

An inexplicable sense of depression welled up in his heart, and Long Beijue looked at the dark night and suddenly became a little irritable.

Fortunately, he stayed in the bamboo forest that night, a heartless guy.

He sat up suddenly, stretched out his hand and pulled out the hanging needle in his hand, bright red blood came out.

He took out a tissue and wiped the blood on the back of his hand casually, and quickly put on his shoes.

Picking up his coat, he walked quickly to the door.

Opening the door, he almost bumped into someone, and when he saw the figure at the door, he froze in place.

"you……"

She didn't go back, why is she still here?
Qiao Luo looked at him fully dressed, as if he was about to leave.

Noticing that the back of his hand was bleeding, she frowned, "You haven't finished hanging the needle yet, where are you going?"

A gleam of light flashed across Long Beijue's gloomy eyes, and he pretended to be indifferent, "Didn't you go back?"

"I'm thirsty, buy coffee." Qiao Luo picked up the canned coffee in his hand and said softly.

Long Beijue coughed lightly, and said forcefully, "I don't know what happened to the needle, and the needle water couldn't go in. I'm going to see a doctor."

"There is a bell at the bedside." Qiao Luo reminded you faintly.

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(End of this chapter)