Yue Er tilted his head, "Mr. Ming, please."

Mingyuan glanced at him and resisted the urge to tear the air tickets.

Turning around, his face turned gloomy as ink, and his eyes were filled with a cold light.

Long Beijue, the more you care about that stinky girl Qiao Luo, the more obvious your weaknesses will be.

Sooner or later, he will make him Long Beijue pay a heavy price for what he is today.

Yukiji stood at the door, watching him pack his luggage, and a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It’s not good to provoke anyone, but they just go to provoke their young wife, which is the reverse scale of his young master.

...

The luxurious crystal lamp reflects soft light, setting off the dark night outside the window, and the room is a bit more warm.

The bedroom door was open, and a bright light slipped in unscrupulously.

The figure on the bed moved, Qiao Luo slowly opened his eyes, and there were stars in his eyes.

She raised her hand and pinched her eyebrows, and her confused eyes gradually became clear.

The memories before the coma were reflected in my mind like a flash of flowers. Qiao Luo looked at the white ceiling in a daze, and the light in his eyes gradually disappeared.

She still hurt him.

At this time, a tall figure appeared at the door.

The sound of footsteps gradually approached.

"woke up?"

The low voice was a bit surprised and very eye-catching.

Qiao Luo turned his head and the man had already walked to the bed.

He stretched out his long arms and was pulled into his arms with the man and the ground.

Long Beijue held her and sat by the bed, raised his hand to her forehead, and still had a low fever.

He looked down at her and asked softly, "Does the head still hurt?"

Qiao Luo shook his head and glanced across his neck. His cold and white skin was covered with bruises, which was very dazzling.

He, a fool, knew that she had lost her mind, so why didn't he hide some?

Seeing her gaze, Long Beijue raised his hand to cover her pale face and gently stroked his fingertips, "It's okay, it'll be gone tomorrow."

Qiao Luo lowered his head, his voice slightly hoarse, "Everyone said he would keep you away from me, why are you so stupid?"

If she had confiscated her hand at that time and had accidentally injured him, what would he do if he wanted her?

Long Beijue tugged his lips and smiled, "For the sake of his wife, it's worth it to be stupid once in a while."

Knowing that he wanted to make her happy, Qiao Luo curled his lips, "Who is your wife? It's all nonsense."

"Who else can you?"

After the words came, Long Beijue lowered his head and pecked her lips lightly.

"I'll make ginger tea for you, I'll heat it up for you."

Qiao Luo's eyes swept at him suspiciously, and his tone was full of doubt, "You can cook ginger tea?"

It’s not that she underestimates him, but that he really has no talent in cooking.

He cooks things, wouldn't he fry the kitchen?

Long Beijue raised his eyebrows, "Look at this young master?"

Qiao Luo stopped talking, which was the default.

She didn't want to underestimate him either, but reality didn't allow it.

Long Beijue was so excited that he pulled open the quilt, hugged her and stood up and walked out.

When passing by the living room, Qiao Luo smelled a mushy smell in the air.

It seems that something was cooked.

She looked up at him, "Did you cook something?"

A hint of embarrassment flashed in Long Beijue's eyes. He put her on the sofa and changed the subject, "Sit here, I'll get you ginger tea."

Without giving her a chance to ask, he turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

Qiao Luo looked at his fleeing back and frowned. Could it be that he really exploded the kitchen?

Thinking of this, she slid down the sofa and walked barefoot to the kitchen.

The moment I stepped into the kitchen, the smell became heavier.

Long Beijue saw her walking in barefoot, frowned slightly, "Why are you here?"

He walked over quickly, hooked her waist with one hand, and lifted it up easily.

Qiao Luo hugged his neck reflexively with his hands, and wrapped his straight legs around his waist.

The next second, she realized that this posture was too easy to imagine.

She struggled to get off, and Long Beijuehuan's hand on her waist suddenly tightened, her voice low, "Don't move around, the ground is cold."

Qiao Luo froze, and the tips of his ears hidden between his hair were quietly dyed red.

Yu Guang accidentally glanced at the two pots in the sink, and her lips couldn't help but twitch.

“…”

No wonder it smelled like a mushy smell. It turned out that both pots were burnt and the bottom of the pot was darker than coal. I could see it carefully and it was probably scrapped.

Seeing that he couldn't escape, Long Beijue explained with little confidence, "I originally wanted to make some porridge for you, but the eggs were just laid, and I don't know what happened to it all at once."

He tried twice, but he always couldn't master the timing well.

Qiao Luo curled his lips slightly, glanced at him, and joked, "Is the ginger tea also boiled?"

When she met the joking smile on her face, Long Beijue immediately found the place, "It's not."

As he said that, he stepped on his long legs and reached out to pick up the bowl on the table and handed it to Qiao Luo like a treasure.

"Look."

The strong ginger smell jumped into the tip of the nose, with a faint brown sugar sweetness.

Qiao Luo glanced at the steaming ginger tea in the bowl, and his lips curled slightly.

Judging from the appearance, it was still somewhat successful.

Long Beijue held the bowl in one hand and held her in the other, and turned around and walked out.

As soon as he got stuck in the sofa, Qiao Luo's body softened and he chose a comfortable position to nest into the sofa.

"Drink while it's hot." Long Beijue sat aside and handed it to her with the bowl.

Qiao Luo raised his eyes and quipped, "Will I have diarrhea after drinking it?"

He said this, but he still gave face to his actions.

She reached out to take the bowl, leaned to her lips and took a sip.

The temperature was just right, and she raised her head and drank it in one sip.

After taking the empty bowl, Long Beijue couldn't wait to ask, "How is it?"

Qiao Luo raised his eyebrows and pretended to be confused, "What's the matter?"

"Ginger tea." He stressed.

Qiao Luo smiled with a smile on his lips, deliberately teasing him, "It's a bit bitter."

Long Beijue frowned, "Treat?"

He put a lot of brown sugar, and he tasted it once just now, it could not be bitter.

Capturing the cunning smile in her eyes, Long Beijue suddenly realized.

It turns out that it was deliberately teasing him.

Avoiding her injured hand, he reached out and rolled her into his arms.

Qiao Luo thought to himself that it was not good, and the man's hoarse voice fell into his ears.

"I think it's better for me to try it myself."

Before he finished speaking, his slightly cool lips pressed up.

Qiao Luo's eyes opened slightly, and the man's delicate face was reflected in the depths.

At that moment, my mind was blank.

Her breathing gradually became thinner. She slowly closed her eyes, her bandaged hands grabbed his clothes, and fell into his domineeringness and tenderness.

It took me a long time, just when Qiao Luo thought he was going to suffocate, Long Beijue let her go.

He lowered his head and buried it in her neck, breathing slightly, calming down the restlessness in his heart.

Qiao Luo leaned motionlessly in his arms, his pale face dyed a little rouge red.

After a moment, Long Beijue raised his hand and rubbed her head, "What do you want to eat, I'll order it for you."

Both pots were burned, and today I had to make a meal for her.

She said, "Everything is OK."

She is basically not picky about food, anyway, it's fine.
Chapter completed!