In the afternoon, the sky was slightly dim.

When he arrived at the wooden house, Long Beijue was out of nowhere.

I searched around the wooden house but couldn't find Qiao Luo's figure.

Have you gone back to Xiyun Pavilion?

"Qiao Luo?"

Crossing the threshold, Long Beijue walked into the inner room and looked around the room.

The books on the table were placed at will, and the mobile phone was thrown on the bed.

Long Beijue frowned, walked to the bed, and reached out to pick up his cell phone.

I went wherever I went, and I didn't bring my phone.

He sighed softly, put down his cell phone, and took off his coat absent-mindedly.

Throwing his coat on the bed, he stepped out.

"Gugugugu—"

The two hens were close together, pecking at the raw rice sprinkled on the ground comfortably.

As if he noticed a strange aura, the two hens flapped their wings and ran away with their short legs.

Long Beijue glanced at them and walked straight towards the kitchen.

After entering the kitchen, a difficult question was placed in front of him.

I have zero cooking skills and can't do anything.

He opened the refrigerator and searched up and down. There were ingredients, but he didn't.

Finally, his eyes were on the snacks in the fresh-keeping box.

Without hesitation, he reached out to take two pieces, then walked to the dining table and sat down.

He took a piece of dessert and took a bite, which was not as sweet as the desserts he bought outside.

No wonder Yian and Feifei always like to eat snacks in Xiyun Pavilion.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded outside.

Long Beijue's eyes lit up, he put down the snacks that he had not finished, got up and walked out.

"You two run to the vegetable field again and stew you to the evening."

The cold tone, the words said were a little silly.

Qiao Luo sat on the stone bench, with mud on his trousers, and his shoes under his feet were even more terrible.

The white canvas shoes were covered with dirt and grass chips, and almost all turned into small black shoes.

Hearing the movement behind her, she turned her head and the slender and tall figure of the man disappeared into her vision.

A hint of surprise flashed through her eyes, "Why are you here?"

And it seems that he came out of the kitchen.

Could it be that she burned her kitchen?

Long Beijue did not answer. Seeing that she was dirty and messy, he hurried forward.

He leaned over, grabbed her hand, looked at her inch by inch, and said in an anxious tone, "Where did you fall?"

Qiao Luo was stunned for a moment, reacted and wanted to laugh for no reason.

"Who told you I fell."

Long Beijue frowned, "Then why are your clothes so dirty?"

"I went up the mountain and saw a hare. I wanted to catch it, but I didn't catch it." She explained.

Hearing this, Long Beijue breathed a sigh of relief.

The next moment, touching her short sleeves, her brows twisted again.

"It's such a cold day, wearing short sleeves makes it easy to catch a cold. Go in quickly."

Qiao Luo was helpless, "not that delicate."

"I think there is."

After the words came, he picked her up and walked inside.

The sudden princess hug made Qiao Luo's face burn.

She quickly reacted and struggled in his arms, "Long Beijue, I have my own feet, please let go."

Long Beijue looked down at her, with a charming smile on his lips, "It's not the first time I hugged her, why are you panic?"

I know he was referring to the time in Zhulin, but she was in a coma at that time. How could she compare with now?

Qiao Luo raised his hand and pushed him with a tense face, "Let me go down."

"Don't let go, otherwise you will hug me?" Long Beijue joked.

Qiao Luo, “…”

He is poisonous.

With the bickering, Long Beijue had already carried her into the inner room.

Qiao Luo hurriedly jumped out of his arms and asked about the serious matter, "Why are you here again?"

The rumors outside became more and more fierce as they spread, he was calm.

Long Beijue laughed and said, "I'm afraid you miss me too much."

After being teased again, Qiao Luo's forehead slid three black lines.

"Stay wherever you are cool." She reached out and pushed him out.

"Bang--"

Close the door and lock it.

The action was done in one go.

Long Beijue stood at the door, with a faint smile appearing in his eyes.

His boss Qiao's ears turned red again.

Worried that Long Beijue would burn her kitchen, Qiao Luo quickly took a shower.

As soon as I left the bathroom, I heard a sound of piano coming from outside.

The tune is very familiar.

She took up a towel and wiped her hair, and walked out on her slippers.

The clear and smooth sound of the piano echoes in the outer room, like flowing water, making people feel calm.

Qiao Luo paused and looked at the man sitting in front of the guqin, looking surprised.

I saw the man's slender fingers gently tweaking the strings of the piano, and his movements were as easy as I had learned before.

However, in this song, Qiao Luo narrowed his eyes and took a step forward.

"You don't admit that you got the music score now?"

This song is clearly the song score she didn't see, and he didn't admit it even though he took it.

The sound of the piano came to an abrupt end, and Long Beijue put his hands on the strings and smiled silently.

He raised his head and saw her long wet hair and frowned slightly.

He stood up and said, "Why didn't you blow dry your hair?"

Dodging away from his hands, Qiao Luo looked at him leisurely, "Don't escape from the problem."

He admitted openly, "I took it."

Qiao Luo snorted, "Don't the slap in the face hurt?"

"Where is the hair dryer?" Long Beijue grabbed her hand, and Qiao Luo passively followed into the inner room.

She broke away from his hand and pulled a chair to sit down.

After walking for a day, my feet were so sore.

Looking at the man walking in front of her, she asked him, "What did you do in the kitchen just now?"

Long Beijue walked to the dressing table, opened the drawer, and "take two snacks to eat."

Qiao Luo was surprised, "Didn't you eat at noon?"

Long Beijue nodded, found the hair dryer, turned around and walked back.

When he plugged in the hair dryer, Qiao Luo leaned back.

She said, "I don't need to blow my hair."
To be continued...