His fair little face was pressed against his chest, Qiao Luo half-squinted his sleepy eyes and said tricked, "Why don't you forget it."

Long Beijue was amused and laughed, and bent his fingers and flicked her forehead, "No."

How can I forget this kind of thing? It's really a waste of time.

Qiao Luo snorted lightly, lowered his head and buried it in his neck.

Long Beijue smiled and hugged her and stood up.

Putting on his slippers, he raised his foot toward the bathroom.

With steady steps, Qiao Luo didn't feel bumpy when he hung on him.

Long Beijue asked while walking, “What do you want to eat?”

"Corilla." The jaw rested on his shoulder, and Qiao Luo looked out the window with his eyebrows lazily, "Carrots are OK, too."

They are all the food he dislikes the most, and she deliberately did it a little deliberately.

Long Beijue raised his eyebrows and raised his hand to rub her long hair.

"You."

There is really nothing to do with her.

After a moment, the two came out of the bathroom together.

Qiao Luo went straight to the other side of the sofa, turned on the computer, and poured a glass of water and drank it.

Over there, Long Beijue changed his clothes and turned around to prepare her clothes. "Come here and change the clothes first."

"Wait." Qiao Luo held the computer and typing the keyboard quickly with his ten fingers.

"I'm sending a message here."

No need to guess, Long Beijue also knows that it must be related to the Yun family.

He put his clothes beside the bed, raised his foot to her, and jokingly said, "Then should I change my words and call you Mr. Qiao in a few days?"

Once the Yun family group changes its ownership, it will inevitably cause a storm.

Qiao Luo looked at the files on the computer in a blank look, and his red lips curled up a casual smile.

“That’s OK.”

Long Beijue chuckled and sat next to her.

He reached out to grab the cup on the table and poured water slowly.

His eyes swept through the files on the computer, and the smile in his eyes became stronger, "It's fast enough."

The private information within the Yun Group was obtained so quickly, and he is worthy of being his child.

The sound of typing on the keyboard kept coming, Qiao Luo pulled the corner of his lips, "You must be trustworthy when you are a person."

It was agreed that the Yun Group would change its owner in the next two days, and they all agreed to Yun Ruoxiang, and she must fulfill her promise.

Long Beijue smiled knowingly and picked up the cup to drink water.

This is indeed the reason.

Qiao Luo was busy with work, so Long Beijue simply asked the hotel staff to deliver food to his door.

Shortly after finishing breakfast, Duan Fan came to the door.

He walked in with the medicine box and saw the woman sitting on the sofa with a bit complicated look on his eyes.

Just as I was having breakfast, Lan Xi mentioned to him about playing mahjong last night.

However, he still felt that it was just a coincidence that although Ye Qi was not proficient in card skills, she almost won every game with her luck.

In comparison, Qiao Luo's card skills are much worse, so I don't know if she is deliberately hiding her strength.

Seeing the exploration in Duan Fan's eyes, Qiao Luo met his gaze in a calm manner and greeted him lukewarmly, "Sister Duan."

Duan Fan nodded, but he was still always aloof.

Qiao Luo has long been used to seeing his cool and cold style since he was a child, and even wants to laugh a little.

Duan Fan is cold and arrogant in the eyes of outsiders, but in front of these acquaintances, Duan Fan is more arrogant and awkward.

She said, "Please sit down."

Duan Fan put the medicine box on the coffee table and sat down slowly.

"Please stretch out my hand and I'll take my pulse."

Qiao Luo stretched out his hand and gently placed his fingertips on her wrist with a thin calluse.

Long Beijue glanced at Duan Fan, then his eyes fell on Qiao Luo's wrist, and a rare sense of tension surged into his heart.

After waiting for a while, Duan Fan frowned slightly and looked at Qiao Luo with a strange look.

He withdrew his hand and asked in a warm voice, "What's wrong with Miss Qiao?"

Knowing Duan Fan's character well, Qiao Luo confessed with confidence, "The headache is difficult to control his emotions when it occurs."

"I've looked for many doctors before, but they can't tell the truth."

He then asked, "Have you had a headache for a long time?"

"It's about once a month, and it usually lasts for most of the day when the attack occurs." Qiao Luo said.

Long Beijue stared at Duan Fan and asked urgently, "What's the situation? Can it be cured?"

Duan Fan shook his head and said slowly, "I just took my pulse and there was no problem with Miss Qiao's health. This headache is special. It is the first time I have heard of it."

No wonder Qiao Luo said that she couldn't tell the truth even after looking for those doctors. He just took her pulse and showed that she was in good health, so there was no problem at all.

If Long Beijue hadn't been anxious and what Qiao Luo said, he would have suspected that the two of them were tyrannical.

Upon hearing this, Long Beijue's face darkened, and his deep eyes were filled with a rare panic, "Is there no other way?"

"Jue." Qiao Luo held his hand. She knew that he felt sorry for her and was reluctant to see her suffer.

Long Beijue looked sideways, met her smiling eyebrows, and his gentle voice soothed his emotions, "Don't worry, am I fine now?"

Long Beijue frowned slightly, and his thin lips were slightly anxious.

"When did Miss Qiao's headache start?" Duan Fan asked.

Qiao Luo hesitated and thought for a while. She said, "It's been more than a year now."

More than a year?

Duan Fan's eyes opened slightly, like a small stone pouring into his heart, causing a ripple.

Could it be that it fell into the sea?

This idea was just released, and he quickly rejected it again.

Even if Qiqi has strong recovery ability, he suffered so many injuries on the cliff that time, and it would be impossible for him to recover as before in more than a year, without any sequelae.

He said, "Miss Qiao's headache is too rare. I have to go back and check the ancient books to see if there is any record of this situation."

Long Beijue nodded, Duan Fan stood up, "But Miss Qiao's constitution is cold and needs to be properly conditioned. I will go back and prepare some medicine. Young Master Long just sends someone to my place to get it."

Long Beijue thanked him and stood up to see him leave.

Walking out of the room, Long Beijue stopped him, and said with a clear voice, "As long as you can cure her headache, you can just take the conditions."

Duan Fan said, "Young Master Long, don't worry. Since I owe you two favors, I will naturally do my best to heal Miss Qiao."

After saying that, he left with the medicine box.

Long Beijue turned around and walked back to the room. As soon as the door was closed, the woman's thin figure crashed into his arms.

He reached out to hold her, his eyes drooping, "What's wrong?"

Qiao Luo raised his head and bent his lips, "Don't be bitter, am I okay? The boat will naturally straighten when it reaches the bridge."

She reached out and pinched his face, "Come on, laugh first."

Long Beijue pulled his lips and his smile seemed a little stiff.

How could he not worry? It will be the end of the month soon.

Qiao Luo held his face, tiptoed, and quickly kissed his lips, "Let's go and go out for a walk."

The haze between Long Beijue's eyebrows was swept away and he pulled her into the inner room, "It's windy outside, find a coat to wear."
Chapter completed!