Mr. Han, it was not the first time Qiao Luo met, but when she met that time, she just took a look from afar at the banquet and had never had a conversation.

She shouted, "Old Han."

Mr. Han nodded and looked at her secretly.

Unlike the famous ladies from those aristocratic families who wear heavy makeup and gorgeous clothes, the little girl looks plain and arrogant, but her arrogant and cold temperament is outstanding.

Moreover, if Lao Su values ​​it so much, this little girl should have other outstanding features.

"Qiao Luo, come, sit down and have a cup of tea." Mr. Su said.

There are four stone benches, only one left is empty.

Unfortunately, it was next to Long Beijue.

Qiao Luo didn't feel embarrassed, and sat down generously.

"Qiao Luo, it's really not easy to find you." Mr. Su handed her a cup of tea and said with a smile.

He didn't expect that she would move to Huacheng, after all, she was wandering around before.

Qiao Luo took the teacup, stopped after savoring, and said in a low voice, "I have heard Li Dong mention the insomnia of Mrs. Su. Aromatherapy cannot be used casually. I will see Mrs. Su's condition later, so I can prescribe the right medicine."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Su nodded repeatedly, "Qiao Luo, if you cure my wife's insomnia, please give me any conditions."

Qiao Luo said, "There is no need for conditions. This is to fulfill the promise you agreed to before."

Long Beijue turned his head, his eyes swept across Qiao Luo without hesitation, and the curve of the corners of his lips became intriguing.

She is getting along with Mr. Su, and it’s getting more and more difficult.

"Are you a doctor?" Mr. Han asked casually.

Qiao Luo said, "No."

Her medical skills are only half-baked, not at all at the level of a doctor, she is just interested in making aromatherapy.

Mr. Han was surprised. Mr. Su explained, "Old Han, Qiao Luo is very good at making aromatherapy. A Meng has insomnia. I wondered if I could use aromatherapy to help her fall asleep and make it easier for her to fall asleep, so I asked Qiao Luo for help."

So that's it, Mr. Han suddenly realized.

"Is there an aromatherapy that makes people feel gentle?"

A magnetic voice suddenly rang, with a hint of ridicule.

Long Beijue has always been cherishing his words as precious as gold, and it is rare to talk to him. The two old men are not used to it, and the eyes of looking at him are full of surprise.

The venue was inexplicably cold.

The horrifying silence seemed to have no end.

Mr. Su came to his senses and smoothed out, "Qiao Luo, Beijue is joking."

Qiao Luo didn't say anything, Yu Guangdi gave Long Beijue a knife.

However, Long Beijue did not mean to restrain himself.

Even at the angle that the two old men could not see, they raised their eyebrows at Qiao Luo.

Extraordinary arrogance.

He said word by word, "That's right. I know someone who has a cold and violent temper. I wonder if Miss Qiao can make a fragrance that makes her temper gentle?"

No doubt, she was sure that the person he was talking about was pointing to her.

Qiao Luo, “…”

Maybe she should take that task.

This guy deserves to be beaten and learns a lesson.

Without shy away from the two old men here, she retorted coldly, "Young Master Long is talking about yourself?"

He started his head first, and he still wanted to count on her to hold it in?

Long Beijue held back his laughter, "Miss Qiao seems to be very hostile to this young master?"

Qiao Luo met his gaze head-on, "Is there any?"

When my eyes hit, an invisible smell of smoke spread.

"Isn't there?" he asked back.
Chapter completed!