Luo Qiao took a tissue and wiped her mouth, got up and prepared to leave.

When I passed by him, I was stopped.

Luo Qiao turned his head and saw his hand stretched out towards him, met Ming Siran's eyes, and heard him laugh casually: "It's all girlfriends, don't you hold hands?" ”

The three words of girlfriend came out of his mouth, smiling, lazy and sexy, setting off itchy emotions.

Luo Qiao: "......"

She looked at the man's slender white fingers like jade, paused for two seconds, and then put her hand up.

His fingers were warm, and he clenched them gently, his eyes staring at her: "So well-behaved." ”

Luo Qiao's ears were hot, and he pulled his hand: "You can't leave yet?" ”

How long are you going to sit here.

Ming Siran was dragged twice by her before getting up lazily.

……

Netizens still commented under Luo Qiao's Weibo, making her treat Ming Siran a little better, Luo Qiao nestled on the sofa and raised her eyes to look at the man answering the phone in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Ming Siran has a slender figure and a handsome and tall figure, looking at it like this, it is particularly eye-catching.

Suddenly I remembered the first time I met him.

The Ming family has a big business, but it is a pity that more than ten years ago, the Ming couple both died, and the old man Ming lost his son and daughter-in-law overnight, and the white-haired person sent the black-haired person, which was emotionally unacceptable, so he adopted Ming Siran.

The young man who didn't know the origin and even the name was given by Ming Lao, it wasn't like this at the beginning, celebrity banquets, he was outstanding, and as soon as he entered this circle, he attracted everyone's attention, but he was silent more often, and even the conversation with Ming Lao was pitiful.

Luo Qiao still remembered that when he first met him in the garden, he accidentally bumped into him, and met his eyes that were so black that he couldn't see through the slightest light, he just glanced at her indifferently, ignored her whispering sorry to him, and turned around and left directly.

After he left, Old Man Ming walked out, saw her stunned look, raised his hand and touched her head, and said gently: "This brother has suffered a lot before, and his temper is not very good, don't worry about him." ”

Luo Qiao still remembered that he shook his head at the time, and his milky voice was milky: "No!" ”

A good-looking person has a bad temper, she can understand.

Just like her brother.

What's more, this Brother Si Ran, he is not ordinarily good-looking.

After that, she often came to Ming's house, and the old man Ming felt that it was good to have someone who could talk to Ming Siran more, it was rare for Luo Qiao to be afraid of Ming Siran, and Luo Qiao had been soft and cute since she was a child.

Luo Qiao only remembered that Ming Siran didn't like to deal with her at that time, but with her unremitting efforts, he was finally caught by her.

Everything in the past slowly flowed in front of him like flowing water, Luo Qiao looked at him for a while, took his mobile phone, adjusted the mobile phone to photo mode, and aimed at his figure.

The man slipped one hand in his trouser pocket and didn't see what she was doing.

Luo Qiao clicked the photo button, and then heard an unusually clear and loud voice suddenly come from the quiet room:

"Click-"

The figure of the man who was on the phone paused, looking in her direction.

The candid camera was caught.

Luo Qiao: "......"

Ming Siran stared at her and didn't speak.

Luo Qiao silently put away her phone, coughed lightly and sat up straighter.

Ming Siran said a final word to the person on the other end of the phone, then hung up the call and walked towards her with long legs.

He stared at her, a thin smile in his peach blossom eyes, "What are you doing?" ”

Luo Qiao: "...... Didn't do anything. ”

Ming Siran leaned over slightly, and her tone reached her ear, with a happy chuckle: "Secretly photographing my brother?" ”

“……”

He sat down beside her and asked in a slow and soft voice, "Is my brother that good-looking?" ”

Luo Qiao: "......"

Suddenly I miss a little bit of his taciturn period.

Ming Siran stretched out his hand and loosened his neckline, Luo Qiao glanced at him, didn't speak, and after a few seconds, he glanced at him again.

Ming Siran noticed it and raised his eyebrows: "What?" ”

Luo Qiao slowly stretched out his hand and pulled his arm.

He was wearing his shirt, and after unbuttoning the cufflinks, he pulled them up a few times, and he saw the clear scar on his arm.

The man's complexion is pale, so it looks obvious.

Ming Siran knew what she was going to see halfway through her movements, and she didn't stop it.

When the scar was displayed in front of him, although he saw it yesterday, now Luo Qiao couldn't help frowning, and his fingertips fell on it: "Does it still hurt?" ”

Ming Siran's eyes fell on her face, and her expression at the moment could affect his mood more than this scar.

He curled his lips and said softly, "It doesn't hurt." ”

But less than a second after saying this, he added: "Actually, a little. ”

Luo Qiao raised her eyes.

He looked at her, and a smile was in his peach blossom eyes: "If only the pretty sister could kiss it, it might not hurt." ”

The next second after he finished speaking, he lowered his head when he saw Luo Qiao.

Ming Siran was slightly stunned, she just wanted to tease her on purpose, but she didn't expect it...... However, his thoughts were not fully formed, and he felt pain first than soft lips.

Ming Siran sensed what she was doing, her eyes were slightly curved, a low smile rolled out of her throat, her slender fingers reached over and clasped her chin, and her lazy and sexy voice said: "You belong to a puppy?" ”

Let him be sassy.

Luo Qiao bit his arm, naturally she didn't bite the wound, and she didn't bite hard, so he didn't have much strength to buckle her chin at the moment.

Ming Siran felt her soft lips touch her arm, bringing out a little moistness, his eyes were slightly deep, his fingertips gently rubbed her jaw, Luo Qiao raised his eyes, and at the same time, he felt that his eyes were dark, the man lowered his head, and his lips pressed over instead of his hand.

There was a clean and crisp smell on his body, and such a close distance gradually encroached on her breath.

At this moment, Luo Qiao suddenly heard his voice again: "Did the injury surnamed Shen also make you feel distressed?" ”

Luo Qiao was a little dizzy when she was kissed by him, and at this moment she suddenly heard him mention those three words, and she reacted for two seconds before realizing who he was talking about.

The image of his arm that had been ruined by him flashed in front of him.

She paused.

Ming Siran kissed the corner of her lips, feeling her reaction after he asked this sentence, the hand holding her tightened a little, and the always lazy and casual voice was particularly sexy and sultry at this moment, but it also carried a little imperceptible danger: "Does his injury make you feel distressed, or does my injury make you feel distressed, huh?" ”

It's not that I don't care, it's just that I didn't have a position at the beginning. I never forgot to wait here.

Maybe Luo Qiao didn't answer him for a long time, Ming Siran bit her lower lip, and with her muffled snort, he directly hugged her to his lap.