"Long Beijue, don't be more greedy."

Long Beijue tugged his lips and smiled harmlessly, "Is there any? The two conditions should not be too much, right?"

A low voice was in her ears, and Qiao Luo's steps staggered almost invisibly, and everything in front of him gradually became blurred.

Including that very owed smiley face.

Her thin body fell backwards as she turned black.

Almost at the same time, the figure on the opposite side moved.

The vigorous and slender big hands surrounded her thin shoulders, and gently moved the woman's cold forehead to his collarbone.

Long Beijue lowered his eyes and looked at the sleeping person in his arms, and tickled, "It's really stubborn."

He is obviously exhausted and is still showing off his strength.

"I am a rare compassionate young master, it's a good deal for you." He muttered and picked her up.

Unexpectedly light.

He raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the wooden house, and walked away.

...

The rain gradually stopped and the autumn wind was cold.

A hint of coolness slipped into the wooden house, carrying a faint fragrance of grass.

On the simple wooden bed, the woman curled up in a ball, frowned, and was not sleeping soundly.

"Even you betray me?"

"I didn't, A Qi, believe me, I really just..."

"Enough, don't say anything more."

"Ye Qi, if you want to blame, you can only blame your extraordinary talent, which is what led you to a dead end."

"A Qi, I'm sorry, I was wrong..."

The heartbroken cry woke her up, and Qiao Luo sat up suddenly and gasped.

She raised her hand to hold her forehead and felt a little sweat.

Not knowing what she thought of, she suddenly raised her head and glanced around her, and then she realized that she had returned to the wooden house.

How did she come back?

Qiao Luo lifted the blanket on his body, and he was still wearing the wet clothes.

"Ahem."

She raised her hand and kneaded her forehead, her head still in a daze.

Suddenly, an untuned piano sound came from outside.

She walked out barefoot without caring about wearing shoes.

When he lifted the bamboo curtain, the man's tall and tall back broke into her sight.

Qiao Luo's eyes were frozen, and his expression became strange.

She seemed to know how she came back.

The man opposite suddenly turned around and placed his slender big hands on the strings casually.

Long Beijue looked at her and said with a smile, "I thought you were going to sleep until night."

Qiao Luo's nose moved slightly, and there was a scent of burnt smell in the air.

She frowned, her voice hoarse, "What have you burned out?"

Long Beijue said, "You are too simple here, you don't even have a dryer, so I can only burn a torch and bake my clothes."

When Qiao Luo heard the disgust in his words, the corners of his lips trembled slightly.

"By the way, can you cook?" Long Beijue asked bluntly.

Qiao Luo looked at him coldly and answered the question irrelevantly, "You can leave now."

Long Beijue laughed softly and looked at her leisurely, "Boss Qiao is so skilled in destroying bridges across the river."

"I have carried you all the way before I took you back. If you are not grateful, I will rush me to leave?"

Carry?

Qiao Luo grabbed the key words in his words and shot him with a knife.

He was also embarrassed to sarcastic about her weight, why didn't he say he was powerless to tie a chicken?

"Or maybe, Boss Qiao misunderstood something, so he was eager to rush the young master to leave." Ignoring her "unkind" eyes, Long Beijue continued.

Qiao Luo had a premonition that what he was going to say next was definitely not a good thing.

As expected.

He said oh, and his eyes looked at her a little more cramped, "If Boss Qiao is worried that I will take advantage of you when you are unconscious, then you can be willing to let me rest as much as possible."

"After all, if you are as ugly as Boss Qiao, it is still difficult for this young master to take action." As he said, a embarrassed expression appeared on his face.

Qiao Luo's pale face showed a bit of blush, obviously he was angry.

Ugly and distinctive?

Fuck.

She was so angry that she laughed, "We are each other, and Young Master Long is no different from the rumors."

Hurt each other, whoever is afraid of whom.

He said, "I wish to hear it carefully."

"I heard before that Young Master Long has a good face and his temper is harder to handle than anyone else. Now it seems that I think it's more than that. Young Master Long also likes to meddle in other people's business, and likes to mess with others when you have nothing to do." She retorted without hesitation.

"Is that true?" Long Beijue smiled jokingly, "Is there any worse temper than Boss Qiao?"

Qiao Luo was immediately speechless when he was rebelled against the generals.

She glanced at him, her eyes uncovering her disgust towards him.

Thinking of himself still wearing wet clothes, Qiao Luo frowned and turned around and walked towards the inner room.

When Qiao Luo noticed the person following behind him, he paused and turned his face, and had the handsome face that was very owed.

She asked fiercely, "What are you doing with me?"

"I'm hungry." Long Beijue said with confidence.

Qiao Luo sneered, "What does it have to do with me if you are hungry? If you are hungry, go back."

"At least I've carried you back, so it's not too much to invite me to have a meal, right?"

After a moment of silence, she said coldly, "There are instant noodles in the cabinet over there."

"I don't like to eat that thing," he said.

I wanted to disperse him with a broken instant noodles, and I thought it was beautiful.

Qiao Luo was speechless, "If you like to eat or not."

He still dislikes him if he wants to eat something. He wants to eat delicacies, so he goes back to eat it by himself and don’t stay here.

Long Beijue smiled a bit of a slight smile, "That young master has to follow you all the time."

Qiao Luo stared at him, his eyes sore.

In the end, she was defeated.

"Go and sit there and wait."

What kind of evil did she do, she met him.

A successful smile flashed in Long Beijue's eyes, "Then where are you going now?"

Joe Locke restrained his fists and gritted his teeth and said, "Do you think I don't need to change this outfit?"

Long Beijue knew it and stopped talking to her.

Qiao Luo snorted coldly and turned into the inner room.

"Bang--"

The wooden door was closed and locked.

Long Beijue raised his eyebrows, his character is not that bad, right?

Do you still need to lock it to prevent him?

I was bored, Long Beijue walked back and forth in the house, fiddling with the objects on the table from time to time.

There are not many other instruments, but there are many musical instruments.

Guqin, violin, pottery, flute...

He has a wide range of interests.

Afraid that Long Beijue would move her things, Qiao Luo quickly washed up and came out.

The wooden door was pushed open, making a "creaking" sound.

Long Beijue looked back at her, touching her clothes, and smiled at the corners of his lips.

"You seem to like black and white clothes?"

I just wore black clothes and black pants, but now I have turned into white short-sleeved and black trousers.

He even suspected that her wardrobe was covered with these two colors of clothes.

Her hair was not blown dry and was casually spread over her shoulders, making her face as big as a palm, smaller.

Qiao Luo raised his hand and pushed away the broken hair in front of his forehead. His eyes as bright as glass glanced at him, "You have to care."
Chapter completed!