Qiao Luo was speechless, and a row of crows flew over his head.

“…”

Is this considered a flirting with her openly?

She threw away the branches and glanced at the wound on his neck.

The bloody little hole was very shallow, but it only slightly cut a little skin.

"Young Master Long suddenly attacked me. I was in self-defense. Shouldn't it?"

"Attack you?" Long Beijue raised his eyebrows and said, "It seems that the only person who is injured now is this young master?"

Qiao Luo was speechless.

After a moment, she glanced at him, with a little contempt in her eyes.

Can it be considered an injury if you cut a little skin?

Pretentious.

"This little hole can be considered a wound in Young Master Long's eyes?" She said mockingly.

He tilted his head and approached him, putting the wound in front of her, and said with confidence, "It's all bleeding, why aren't it considered a wound?"

The distance between the two was closer, and the man's angular side face occupied her sight, with deep eyebrows and elegant smiles on the tips of his eyes.

For a moment, Qiao Luo couldn't help but be immersed in his sight.

After a few seconds of trance, she quickly reacted, took two steps back, and opened the distance between her and him again.

She took out her cell phone and said in a low voice, "Since that's the case, I'll call an ambulance for you, and I'll give the medical expenses."

Long Beijue's smile was fixed on the corner of his lips, and when he saw the number she pressed, a little helplessness appeared between his eyebrows.

Seeing that the phone was about to be dialed, he reached out to snatch the phone, "There is no need for an ambulance for this injury."

Qiao Luo looked up at him, spread his hands, "Back to me by cell phone."

Long Beijue's eyes turned and he put his phone in his pocket in his jacket.

Seeing her frowning, he tugged his lips and smiled, "It's okay to give it back to you, I'll help me treat the wound first."

Qiao Luo refused in a cold voice, "I'm not a doctor, I can't."

Just that little hole, it’s okay without taking medicine. It can be cured in three or four days at most. It’s obvious that she is deliberately causing trouble for her.

"Back to me with my cell phone." She said word by word.

I saw a trouble when I watched the show, I was so nauseous.

Hearing the anger in her words, Long Beijue laughed softly, "It seems that this is not a begging for others, right?"

Please him?

Oh, be his great dream of spring and autumn.

Qiao Luo's face sank, touching the man's smiling eyebrows and almost punched him in the face.

Depend on.

It's just a cell phone, she doesn't want it anymore.

Qiao Luo turned around and left, and Long Beijue was slightly stunned.

Just leave like this?

It doesn't match her temper.

"Qiao Luo."

Long Beijue stepped forward and followed, looking at her cold side face, inexplicably trying to laugh.

"You don't want your phone?"

Qiao Luo said nothing and walked straight forward.

After a look of dismay, Long Beijue was not discouraged. Instead, he thought Qiao Luo's angry look was quite interesting.

At least, there is a little more fireworks.

"You are not here to grow vegetables, where is the vegetable field?"

The young master Long, who has always cherished his words, will also take the initiative to talk.

"It doesn't seem like you can grow vegetables like this. It's hard to even sprout when you plant vegetables in your hands."

The man kept talking in his ears with a low voice, but Qiao Luo still didn't say a word.

She was calm on the surface, but she had already scolded Long Beijue hundreds of times in her heart.

A chatterbox.

I couldn't help it anymore, Qiao Luo stopped, glared at Long Beijue angrily, and called out his name, "Long Beijue, you have to force me to do it, right?"

"Is there any?" Long Beijue stopped, with a stubborn and evil smile on the corner of his lips.

He changed his subject, "It's getting late. If you send me back, the injury will be cancelled."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Luo's face turned dark and he was speechless to him.

Why did she send him back? She is not his driver.

"Long Beijue, don't mess around." She gritted her teeth and said authentically.

Long Beijue smiled with his lips pressing against the corners of his lips, and his fingertips touched the small hole in his neck.

He smiled playfully, "I lost too much blood. If something happens halfway, Boss Qiao will be responsible?"

Excessive blood loss?

Qiao Luo calmed down his emotions and almost cursed him.

His uncle's.

He was not ashamed to say that he had lost too much blood.

She said angrily, "Long Beijue, you are just trying to cheat me."

"You can't say this nonsense, otherwise you will ruin the reputation of the young master. Boss Qiao is responsible." Long Beijue joked calmly.

Hearing that he wanted to trick her into his words, Qiao Luo was so angry that he was so tight that he turned around and kept leaving.

The slow pace became fierce and urgent.

With a silence of laughter chasing behind her, Qiao Luo pursed his lips tightly, kicking away the fallen leaves on the ground with anger with his toes.

"Qiao Luo, if you don't send me back, I have to follow you all the time."

"Hiss, the wound seems to be bleeding again."

A magnetic sound echoed in the night sky, and something was quietly changing invisibly.

Qiao Luo's eyes twitched. What a young man who is unparalleled in the world is clearly a two-person guy and a chatterbox.

She walked in front, and he walked slowly behind, with an inexplicable harmonious style.

With Long Beijue following, Qiao Luo naturally would not be so stupid as to expose his wooden house.

The two of them left the bamboo forest, filled with mist, the gray night sky, and the bright moon disappeared.

Long Beijue looked around, and there were no signs of carriages.

"You're not leaving yet?" Qiao Luo looked at him sideways, his tone with a hint of disgust.

Long Beijue lowered his head, and the blood stains on the small hole in his neck had long been frozen.

He curled his lips and said, "No car."

Qiao Luo's eyes were slightly darker, "Call it up and ask your people to come and pick you up."

"I didn't bring my phone," he said.

Qiao Luo suppressed his temper and reminded, "My cell phone is with you."

"I never counted." Long Beijue said.

Qiao Luo blocked his throat in one breath and almost vomited an old mouthful of blood.

“…”

She couldn't help it, so she looked at Long Beijue and shot him with a cold knife, "Should you like, you can stand here as long as you like, I'm sorry I won't be with you."

She could tell that he was just a bad thing and deliberately teasing people.

"Don't want the phone?"

"No, I'll reward you." After getting angry, Qiao Luo was too lazy to play Tai Chi with him here.

The cold voice is full of anger, which makes people feel a little cute.

Long Beijue chuckled and had a really big temper.
Chapter completed!