Too lazy to pay attention to him, Qiao Luo picked up the broom and swept the debris on the ground in a slight manner.

Is he being ignored?

Long Beijue curled his lips slightly, glanced at the wreath in his hand, and threw it into the garbage can.

There was a rustling sound behind him, Qiao Luo's eyebrows frowned slightly, and he slowly turned around.

The man's slender back broke into her vision, and she was slightly stunned.

The soft halo swayed around the man, his sleeves were gently rolled up, revealing a piece of his forearm, his skin was cold and white, full of explosive power.

At this moment, the big hands with distinct joints were holding the broom, and the movements of sweeping the floor were a little unfamiliar, and inadvertently they were a bit clumsy.

Qiao Luo came to his senses and the corners of his lips curled up quietly.

That smile, light, exists truly.

Unexpectedly, Long Beijue suddenly turned around and she hurriedly pressed down the corner of her lips.

Long Beijue lifted the garbage basket with one hand and swept his eyes at her in a scattered manner. Where are these thrown?"

Qiao Luo walked up to him without saying a word, "I'll do it myself."

Dodging her hand, Long Beijue raised his eyebrows slightly, "Why, are you afraid of owing me a favor?"

"That's right, Young Master Long is worth a lot of money, I can't afford to pay." Qiao Luo answered.

Long Beijue carried the basket, without saying anything to give it to her, "This basket is not easy. Boss Qiao wants this young master to keep carrying it?"

After hesitating for a few seconds, she said, "Over there, the blue trash can."

Long Beijue curled his lips, carried the garbage can, and walked over her to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Qiao Luo turned his head and looked at his back with complicated eyes.

What is his purpose?

After a while, all the smashed items were cleaned up and the store was cleaner again.

The man sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and the relatively spacious sofa chair became narrow in an instant.

Long Beijue leaned back, his long legs overlapped casually, lazy and elegant.

Suddenly, the aroma of coffee beans filled the air and rushed into the tip of his nose.

As the footsteps approached, the aroma of coffee became stronger and stronger.

"Give."

The white canvas shoes came into view, Long Beijue raised his head and handed a cup of coffee in front of him.

He raised his eyebrows, and looked at the woman with a hint of a hint of smile, "I'll give this young master a cup of coffee?"

Qiao Luo said nothing, put the coffee on the table, and then sat down on the sofa chair opposite him.

She took a sip of coffee and looked out the window casually.

Long Beijue glanced at the coffee on the table and smiled hoarsely.

He leaned slightly, reached out and picked up the coffee cup, put the mouth to his lips, and the heat swayed, diluting the emotions in his eyes.

Take a sip and the mellow aroma of coffee remains in your mouth for a long time.

He took another sip and felt that the coffee he had drunk before was inferior to this cup of coffee.

"Melody score, give me back." The cold voice of a woman came from the opposite side.

Long Beijue looked up at her, his eyes full of confusion, "What music score?"

Four eyes are opposite.

Qiao Luo frowned, "Young Master Long wants to pretend to be confused after stealing something?"

"Steal something?" Long Beijue pretended to be innocent, "What does Boss Qiao mean? I don't have anything, and I need to steal it?"

Acting skills are perfect.

It's just about to award him the title of Actor.

Qiao Luo was so cool, he continued to pretend.

"Although this young master is kind-hearted, Boss Qiao has repeatedly bullied this young master, it seems that he is not very kind, right?" he continued.

Kind heart?

She bullies him?

It's simply nonsense, making something out of nothing.

Qiao Luo glanced at him coldly, and mocked her tone, "Young Master Long will be bullied?"

Long Beijue pulled his lips and his fingertips touched his neck quietly, "The wound on his neck seemed to hurt again."

Qiao Luo, “…”

Is he really Long Beijue?

Why are they two different from rumors?

"You can leave after drinking the coffee."

Tsk, drive him out again.

Long Beijue picked up the coffee cup and smiled a little more seriously, "Qiao Luo, are you interested in entering the league?"

"Or to put it more bluntly, are you interested in doing things under my hands?"

Qiao Luo's eyes paused slightly, "Reason?"

He believed in her and was not afraid that she would do anything unfavorable to the league.

"You are very strong." Long Beijue rarely praised people.

Not only is she good at it, but she said she bought those strange medicines, but he wouldn't believe it.

He had a premonition that she would have much more skills than he thought.

Qiao Luo sneered, "Do you mean I have the courage to criticize you, or have the ability to beat people?"

He asked, "Qiao Luo, are you planning to stay in this store for the rest of your life?"

"Is it bad to have food and drink, and have free will?" Qiao Luo said seriously.

Now she only wants to live a stable life and does not want to be involved in the right and wrong again.

Long Beijue stared at her, and in a moment, the corners of his lips curled up again, "Qiao Luo, we are all the people, aren't we?"

This kind of life is not suitable for her, which is too dull and boring.

She should have been dazzling.

"Long Beijue, don't think you know me very well." Qiao Luo's eyes were dark, his voice was gentle and cool, and he hid his alienation.

"I'm just a little boss of a coffin shop, and you are the young master of the Long family. We have never been a member of the same place, and there will be no intersection."

After anticipating her reaction, Long Beijue smiled disconcertedly, "Since Boss Qiao doesn't want to, this young master will not do anything to force others."

He picked up the cup and drank the coffee in one go.

He stood up and said, "Let's go first, come here to ask for coffee when you have time."

Qiao Luo turned his gaze away, and after a while, the door closed.

She turned her head and her eyes fell in the position where Long Beijue had sat, looking dazed.

Very strong?

As if she had thought of something, she laughed mockingly.

Just because she is very strong, do they all betray her?

It's really ridiculous.

She fell back and stared at the gray ceiling, with a light red curly red at the corners of her eyes.

...

Qiao Yuan thought that skating was good enough, but he didn't know what a great god was until he saw Long Yian skating.

Looking at the figure like a flying swallow in the ice rink, Qiao Yuan was stunned.

The person next to him suddenly bumped into him, "Is my cousin awesome?"

Qiao Yuan came to his senses, turned to look at her, nodded, and the light of admiration flashed in his eyes.

"sharp."

No wonder he is on the school's storm, he is indeed a great god.

"What's this? Cousin Yi'an has so many things to do, this is just a little bit." Yu Feifei said proudly. People who don't know thought she was praising her.

Before he finished speaking, a sarcastic voice came from beside him.

"Haha, so what if you have more things, you're not an idiot."

Although he was silent, he could not match Yu Feifei's ears and heard it right away.

She turned her head and looked at the talking boy angrily, "What are you talking nonsense?"

The boy was overheard when he was overheard when he said bad things. He was also stunned and reacted and felt guilty.
Chapter completed!