When Luo Qiao opened Weibo and saw these comments:

Luo Qiao: ???

She just dismantled a new mobile phone, threw the mobile phone case into the trash can, looked at the comments of netizens, and felt that the whole person was not good.

"How can these people say that I look like a scumbag......"

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard the man next to her sigh softly, "Alas, isn't that it." ”

Luo Qiao: ???

She looked at him.

Ming Siran propped his head, holding the mobile phone in one hand, his two long legs overlapped elegantly, staring at the mobile phone screen with his eyes down, and said lazily: "My ex-girlfriend will burn high incense if she doesn't block me, and I still hope that there will be a response." ”

Luo Qiao: "......"

Seeing that she didn't speak, Ming Siran lifted her eyelids, a pair of slightly flirtatious peach blossom eyes stared at her, slowly opened her mouth, and her voice was lazy and casual: "I don't know when I can be pampered." ”

His eyes chased her, as if he had a hook, and as the sound entered his ears, the eyes tickled people's hearts.

When Luo Qiao heard what he said, he immediately looked away and said speechlessly: "What are you talking nonsense." ”

Ming Siran hooked the corners of her mouth slightly and looked at her: "Qiaoqiao, come here." ”

She walked over.

The man put the phone down and reached out to grab hers.

Luo Qiao's fingers are slightly cool, holding them in his hand like holding a piece of cold jade, his fingers are soft and slender, and his small nails are moist and cute.

Ming Siran glanced down, and then asked her gently, "Can you tell me what happened between you and Shen Jikong?" ”

It was obvious that her body paused slightly after he finished asking this sentence, and looked at him.

Ming Siran raised his eyes, there was no compulsion or any other questioning emotion in his eyes, just looked at her very gently.

Luo Qiao's eyelashes trembled slightly, but she didn't speak.

"Or not him." Ming Siran's fingertips inadvertently swept the back of his hand, and he slowly spoke: "Anything is fine, as long as it's about you." ”

He knew that she had concerns and other secrets, and she would not reject him, but he also knew that if she continued like this, she would never be able to enter her heart again, so she erected a wall for him, stuck to her own bottom line, and maintained a state where she could calmly withdraw at any time, making him feel that she could leave him again at any time, just like when they broke up before.

Luo Qiao's lowered eyelashes contained all the emotions in them, making it impossible to see what she was thinking.

There was silence in the room for a while, and then Luo Qiao heard the man's deep and pleasant voice slowly sounding: "Qiaoqiao, do you like me?" ”

What touched was his ink-like eyes, and the burning gaze burned over his heart, as if he could leave traces one after another.

Do you like it.

Luo Qiao's throat moved, and when he met his eyes, he only felt that his heart was hot.

He pressed her hand against his cheek, and Luo Qiao wanted to retract his hand, but he kept it.

He was still looking at her, Luo Qiao felt that he was pressed by his eyes, a little breathless, and his back seemed to slowly roll through a tingling sensation like a tide.

Breathing slows.

Luo Qiao was silent, and Ming Siran asked softly: "Do you not like it, or don't you want to say it?" ”

He asked her, "Do you not want to be in a relationship, or do you just want to talk to me?" ”

“……”

In the long silence, Ming Siran couldn't hear any of her answers, but sometimes not answering was also a disguised answer. He looked at her for a long time, and finally slowly withdrew his gaze, unable to hear emotion in his tone, and let go of her hand, "Okay, I see." ”

Luo Qiao suddenly felt empty in her heart, as if something had slipped away quietly, she couldn't catch it, she raised her eyes to look at Ming Siran, his expression was still faint, she couldn't see whether she was happy or angry, she stood up straight and walked to the desk, the man had his back to her, his figure was straight, his waistline was narrow and thin, and his spotless white shirt was tucked around his waist, making him look cold and abstinent.

After a few seconds, he said, "We'll go back tomorrow." ”

……

Coming out of Ming Siran's room, Luo Qiao walked in the corridor of the hotel.

The whole hotel was enveloped by them, except for them, who were the employees of the hotel, and the surroundings were extremely quiet, and even their footsteps could be heard clearly.

Luo Qiao reached out and pressed the elevator button, watching the numbers on the elevator slowly rise, and blinked his eyes a little slowly.

The mobile phone in her pocket vibrate, she took it out and took a look, it was a news push, not valuable information, she wanted to turn it off casually, but suddenly thought of something, she clicked into Weibo.

looked at the comments of netizens under her Weibo, swiped them one by one, and finally, her fingers paused slightly on a comment.

[It's really tiring to take the initiative for a long time, to tell the truth, it's not easy for Ming's father, just ask who can accept the rejection of others again and again, people's hearts are flesh and blood, Ming's father's character, he doesn't show it, it doesn't mean that he really doesn't feel it, although now everyone is joking about letting Sister Qiao cherish Ming's father, but I really want to say it seriously now, don't wait until you miss it to know how to cherish, there are a few days in people's lives, if you miss it, it's really late. 】

Underneath this comment is a +1 endorsement.

Luo Qiao looked at this comment, her fingers couldn't help but tighten, her eyes moved down, and she saw the Weibo account of netizen Aite's man.

@ksjdhkadsV

Luo Qiao still doesn't know what his garbled Weibo name means, and he never changes it.

She pursed her lips and flicked her fingers into his Weibo.

Weibo Certification: Ming Siran, President of Ming's Group.

Followers: 55.67 million

Concern:1

Luo Qiao stared at the 1 for a long time, clicked on it, and only saw a Weibo name.

- Luo Qiao V

At this time, the elevator rang and slowly opened. Luo Qiao raised her legs and walked in, her fingers gently sliding his Weibo page, and a few short Weibo posts were all related to her without exception.

An indescribable feeling suddenly surged in her heart, and as the elevator door closed, this feeling was also climbing little by little, making her a little confused.

Luo Qiao suddenly remembered that when she was in school before, at first, Ming Siran didn't agree to have a relationship with her, it was because of her soft grinding and hard bubbles, that man with a somewhat lazy posture seemed to be grinding to the point that he had no choice, and said a good word lazily.

Maybe she thinks that the little girl has poor patience and thinks it's fun, and she can't last long.

But that's how she persevered.

And time faded little by little, even she couldn't remember how she had abducted him step by step, only vaguely remembered the tenderness of the young man's eyes day after day, and the range that could accommodate her became wider and wider, and he let her enter his world until today.

The elevator went down, the screen went black, Luo Qiao slowly put the phone in her pocket, and when she raised her eyes, she saw her own shadow reflected in the elevator.