Knocked to the election boss today

Chapter 193 Serving You Confinement (3)

"I see, my young master will send someone to guard." Long Beijue readily agreed.

"Thank you."

After thanking him, Duan Fan hung up the phone and turned to look at the unconscious man on the bed.

He stretched out his hand to check his pulse, frowning slightly.

At this time, a middle-aged man in gray clothes came over and said respectfully, "Master, the Patriarch is urging you."

Duan Fan gave him a cold look, "Shut up."

He withdrew his hand, turned his head to look at the middle-aged man and the others, and said in a cold voice, "Get out."

Lan Xi was suddenly attacked by someone. It was absolutely impossible to be an accident. He must investigate this matter thoroughly.

Asking Long Beijue to help can only save Lan Xi for a while, and he has to find a reliable person to come over.

"Master, but the Patriarch said..."

Duan Fan said with a straight face and a forceful tone, "I will go to my father and explain to him. I said half an hour before leaving, and I will leave in half an hour. Now let me all go out."

Facing his sharp eyes, the middle-aged man had to take a step back, "Yes."

He bowed slightly, and then left the ward with a few subordinates.

Duan Fan pulled up a chair and sat down, his eyes fell on Lan Xi's pale face.

If he hadn't arrived in time tonight, Lan Xi might not have escaped this catastrophe.

He took out his cell phone and made another call.

After waiting for a while, someone answered the phone, "Second Senior Brother, why did you think of calling me?"

The speaking voice was very hearty, and it was a man.

"It's been a long time since we got together. I was going to find you these few days."

Duan Fan frowned, and his tone became gentle, "Yi Xuan, Lan Xi was injured and hospitalized, something urgent happened at my house and I have to go back, can you come over and help me take care of Lan Xi."

If his father hadn't issued an urgent order, he would never have chosen to leave at this time. He knew his father's temperament very well. If he didn't go back, he might target Lan Xi.

In the current situation, he can't bet on Lan Xilai.

"How could the third senior brother be injured? Is it serious?" The sound of knocking over the cup came from the phone.

Duan Fan raised his hand and pinched the center of his brows, his voice sounded a bit tired, "It's a long story, I didn't figure it out for a while, I can only talk about it when Lan Xi wakes up."

"I see, I'll pack up and go there right away, and the third senior brother will leave it to me, you can go back at ease."

After finishing speaking in a hurry, the phone was hung up by the way.

Duan Fan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, why is this guy still as hot-tempered as he was when he was a child.

He looked at the man who hadn't woken up on the bed, his eyes were full of worry, and he said to himself, "Lan Xi, Yi Xuan is coming to trouble you again, you have to wake up quickly, lest he keep nagging."

……

the other side.

After hanging up the phone, Long Beijue told Qiao Luo what Duan Fan had said.

Hearing that Lan Xi was still unconscious, Qiao Luo frowned.

How could he be injured so badly? Who did it to him?

If Duan Fan left, wouldn't it be dangerous for Lan Xi to be alone?

As soon as she frowned, Long Beijue knew what was on her mind, and his tone became sour again, "Are you worried about Lan Xi?"

Qiao Luo looked up at him, with a playful smile on his lips, "Can't you?"

"No." Long Beijue grabbed her waist and said domineeringly, "You are mine, so you can only worry about me, not other men."

Qiao Luo looked up at him and said, "What do you mean I belong to you? Have I agreed?"

"Then I'm yours." Long Beijue changed his words obediently.

Qiao Luo, "..."

This thick-skinned, no one else.

"Are you going to go now?" she asked.

"It's a good idea. I'll send someone to protect him." Long Beijue snorted lightly.

I still want him to personally protect him, but there is no door.

"This young master is only serving as your caretaker."

Why does this sound so awkward, it's a bit of a curse on her.

She asked with a half-smile, "You mean to curse me to be hospitalized?"

Long Beijue stretched out his hand and gently scratched the tip of her nose, and smiled ambiguously, "From now on, you will be confinement, and this young master will serve you personally."

Joe Lore fell.

This guy is absolutely poisonous, what kind of thinking, is confinement involved?

She pulled away the hand at her waist, grabbed a pillow and threw it into his arms, "Long Beijue, get out of here."

She was afraid that she couldn't help but beat him up.

Long Beijue caught the pillow and watched her walk to the bathroom with a smile in his eyes.

The orange light shrouded every corner of the room, exuding a bit of warmth.

After taking a shower, Qiao Luo felt that the surroundings were eerily quiet.

His eyes swept away, and finally stopped at the sleeping figure on the sofa.

fell asleep so soon?

With suspicion, she walked over lightly.

Close to the sofa, she stood on tiptoe and glanced at him.

The soft light poured on the man's side face, and the clear outline was like a finely crafted artwork of God.

She was in a daze for a few seconds, almost lost her mind.

Could it be that you are too busy these two days, so you are tired?
Qiao Luo looked away, picked up the blanket beside him, and gently covered him.

The moment she turned around, the corners of the man's thin lips curled up slightly.

Back on the bed, Qiao Luo turned off the light, leaving only a small lamp on the bedside table.

She lifted the quilt, slid into the bed, curled up into a ball habitually.

I didn't sleep in the afternoon, and drowsiness hit me soon.

In the middle of the night, a slender figure got up from the sofa.

The almost imperceptible sound of footsteps was sucked away by the carpet, and the tall figure of the man moved to the side of the bed.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he approached, he woke up the sleeping person on the bed.

With the familiar breath, Qiao Luo knew who was coming even with his eyes closed, and his soft voice was somewhat hoarse, "Long Beijue, what are you messing with in the middle of the night?"

After being discovered, Long Beijue stopped hiding. He lifted the quilt and lay down on it naturally.

"The sofa is too small, it's too cramped."

Still a bad reason as always.

Qiao Luo stared at him sleepily, and couldn't help but yawned, with steam seeping from the corners of his eyes, "Stop nagging, get down quickly."

Long Beijue came to her side, rolled his long arms, and pulled her into his arms without any doubt, "It's cold, I'll help you warm the bed."

Qiao Luo, "..."

shit.

Long Beijue freed one hand to turn off the bedside lamp, and then pressed her into his arms, "I'll accompany you, so there's no need to turn on the lamp."

The big hand with well-defined bones patted her back lightly. The movement was like an adult coaxing a child to sleep.

Qiao Luo laughed angrily, struggled to raise his head from his embrace, and emphasized, "Long Beijue, I'm not a child."

Long Beijue smiled, and still patted her back with his big hand, "It's not in front of others, but it is in my place."

He is willing to spoil her as a child, no matter how willful she is.

Qiao Luo's eyes dimmed, he was too kind to her, what should she do if she got used to it?
As if guessing her thoughts, Long Beijue patted her head, "Don't worry, I will always rely on you."

Her willingness to stay in Huacheng proves that she is willing to take a step towards him, and the rest can be done slowly.

(End of this chapter)