As soon as his words fell, Luo Qiao's whole person was stunned: "............"

Ming Siran continued: "In this world, there are not many men who are still young children at my brother's age, don't you say? ”

“…………”

Ming Siran sighed lightly: "I'm embarrassed to say it." ”

Luo Qiao couldn't bear it anymore, and directly turned around and reached out to cover his mouth: "Shut your mouth." ”

He's starting again, isn't it!

Ming Siran laughed sullenly, the laughter caused her chest to vibrate, and the breath swept over the skin of her hands, a little itchy.

Maybe it's because he just woke up, and the lazy and casual breath on his body is even more sufficient, just the appearance of lowering his eyes and staring at people is enough to make people's hearts move.

Luo Qiao looked at him for a while, and involuntarily withdrew his hand.

Ming Siran slowly leaned over and pressed against her forehead, her voice was very soft, gentle and casual: "I like you so much, pretty sister......"

Luo Qiao's eyelashes moved, listening to his words that almost melted into his heart, and gently pursed the corners of his mouth.

Ming Siran lifted her eyelids and glanced at her at this time, and asked slowly, "Does my pretty sister like me?" ”

Luo Qiao: "......"

Gently hit her head: "Huh? ”

Luo Qiao opened his eyes, and his voice was inaudible: "Hmm." ”

Ming Siran obviously heard it, but said deliberately: "What? Didn't hear clearly. ”

Luo Qiao: "......"

But she said it again.

Ming Siran had already curled the corners of his lips, and the smile on the corners of his eyes and eyebrows was about to overflow, but he still said, "What?" Be louder. ”

Luo Qiao glanced at him, suddenly pounced on his ear, and said loudly: "I like it!" ”

Ming Siran didn't use any strength to support him at all, or he just deliberately fell down when she pounced, and the whole person was successfully thrown on the bed by her, laughing lowly, the peach blossom eyes were shining, and the corners of the eyes and eyebrows were rippling.

He lowered his eyelashes slightly, put his hand on her waist, looked intent, and said in a particularly gentle voice: "Hmm." My brother now knows. ”

Luo Qiao leaned on his chest and looked at his focused and gentle eyebrows.

After knowing her for so many years, his kindness to her has not changed.

Throughout.

A heart suddenly softened, Luo Qiao looked at the delicate buttons on his clothes, touched his fingers unconsciously, and said softly: "I have nothing to do with Shen Jikong, I did get along with him for a while abroad, but it was only based on the position of a friend, and it was even more so when I broke up." ”

People who have had feelings, except for him, there is no one else.

Ming Siran's eyes fell on her face, his gaze was gentle, he reached out and touched her head, his hand fell on the back of her head, with a little effort, his voice reached her ear, and he said softly: "Closer." ”

Luo Qiao's throat moved, and when he saw what he wanted to do, he leaned closer to him.

The man's eyes were scorching, and his eyes were dark and deep. When Luo Qiao wanted to bow his head, the voice of the video being played suddenly became high-pitched.

The women inside even have a tendency to scream more and more.

Luo Qiao: "......"

Ming Siran: "......"

The man couldn't help it, and his shoulders trembled with laughter.

Luo Qiao blushed and kicked the notebook off the bed directly. With a snap, the laptop fell on the carpet and there was no sound.

What the hell is this movie!!

Ming Siran glanced at the thing that she kicked down, laughed enough, and said lazily: "Just ruined my notebook like this?" ”

Luo Qiao disagreed: "It's hard to compensate you." ”

"Oh?"

Luo Qiao glanced at him, and his eyes bent: "Anyway, I have money." ”

She looked like this, Ming Siran couldn't help but lean over and kiss her, chuckling, with gentle eyebrows: "Why are you so cute?" Well? ”

Because I like her, I think she's cute everywhere.

……

Beautiful manor house.

The maid came out of the kitchen with the meal and walked all the way to Shen Jikong's room, she looked at the subordinates guarding the door of the room, and said in a low voice: "Hasn't the master come out yet?" ”

The subordinate looked at the closed door and shook his head slightly.

Since returning from the hotel where Miss Luo Qiao lived, the master had not come out of the room again.

"The master hasn't eaten well recently, so I have to find a way to let the master eat a little."

Since Miss Luo Qiao left, the master has not eaten a good meal, and the light in the room is often on all night, so if you don't eat or sleep, your body will be dragged down sooner or later.

The subordinate shook his head and looked at the maid who spoke: "You don't know the master's temper, who dares to persuade him." ”

“……”

The maid reached out and knocked on the door, and lowered her voice: "Master, I made your favorite meal, how much can you eat?" ”

I waited for a long time, but there was no sound from inside.

The two looked at each other, and the maid sighed softly, hesitated at the door for a long time, and could only turn away with the dinner plate.

In the room, the man sat behind his desk, his eyes looking out the window at the grass and trees, and his slightly lighter eyes did not show any emotion.

What flashed in front of him was the scene of the two of them snuggling intimately, his fingers on the table moved, and there was a sudden sharp pain in his temple, his body slowly supported the table, the whole person bent down, the knobby fingers placed on the table were white, and the green tendons on the back of his hand were bursting up.

Gradually, a layer of fine sweat oozed from Shen Jikong's forehead, and he buried his head deep alone, because of the pain, his shoulders and back couldn't help but tremble slightly.

It was so quiet outside that no sound could be heard, and it seemed like he was the only one in the vast manor.

It's not like, he's just one person all along.

After a long time, this pain gradually faded, Shen Jikong slowly raised his head, and his face with superior facial features was as white as paper.

He calmed down for a long time before he opened his eyes, those eyes were full of red bloodshots, lined with pale face, and the breath of the whole person became deeper and deeper.

It wasn't until evening that the men who were guarding the outside heard footsteps inside, and the door to the room was finally opened from the inside.

The subordinate bowed his head respectfully: "Master." ”

The man changed his clothes, and the silent and indifferent black was a completely different temperament from Ming Siran.

He didn't say anything, his subordinates couldn't help but glance at him, the man's face was expressionless, but the coldness around him was more obvious, and the deep coldness in his eyes made people even more shocked.

"Are they going to leave in two days?" The man stepped forward with long legs and cut a well-fitting suit, outlining the coldness of his body.

Naturally, he knew who they were referring to in the master's mouth, and his subordinates hurriedly said: "Yes." I was about to leave yesterday, but because of Ming Siran's health, it was delayed. ”

Shen Jikong's eyes were calm, and he said lightly: "Since it's delayed, then don't go." ”

His subordinates heard what he meant, and were stunned: "But the chairman ...... there"