Chapter 297: When Ming Siran sees this, will he still want you?

Luo Qiao also noticed Jiang Qingyu's gaze, and after hanging up the phone, she took off her sunglasses and did not dodge or avoid looking at her.

The agent also wanted to prevent Jiang Qingyu from clashing head-on with Luo Qiao, but as soon as her hand touched Jiang Qingyu, she threw her away.

She took a step towards Luo Qiao.

Luo Qiao sat in the car and raised her eyebrows to see her approaching.

Jiang Qingyu stood still beside the car, looking down at Luo Qiao, and after a few seconds, her anger seemed to have calmed down, and her voice was as soft and delicate as ever, calling her: "Qiaoqiao......"

Luo Qiao's eyes were cold and he didn't speak.

Jiang Qingyu leaned over slightly and leaned closer to her, like a best friend, and said softly: "Don't you think, have you done too much to me?" ”

"Is there one?" Luo Qiao raised her eyebrows: "To deal with the little slut of the White Lotus, I still don't think it's enough." ”

Jiang Qingyu looked at her for a long time, not knowing what to think, she suddenly laughed, this laugh was cold and cold, like a poisonous snake swimming through the skin, making people shudder.

Even Wu Fang and Rui Ze couldn't help but look at her.

Jiang Qingyu stared at Luo Qiao for a few seconds, and then she reached out and took out a photo from her bag.

She hooked her lips, her body moved closer to Luo Qiao, the overly sweet fragrance accompanied her exhaled breath brushed Luo Qiao's ears, she lowered her voice, and said playfully: "Qiaoqiao, you say...... If Ming Siran saw this, would he still want you? ”

This sentence drilled into her ears, Luo Qiao subconsciously raised her eyes and looked at Jiang Qingyu's hand stretched out towards her.

The woman was holding a photo in her hand, which, at first glance, was a little blurry.

However, Jiang Qingyu saw that at this moment, Luo Qiao's pupils suddenly contracted, and something in her eyes quickly cracked.

Jiang Qingyu only let her look at it for a short time, and then immediately put the photo back, she looked at Luo Qiao's face that had faded all blood in an instant, and smiled lowly: "To be honest, I'm really curious......"

Luo Qiao stared at Jiang Qingyu, her hands holding the steering wheel tightened inch by inch, and her bones were white.

Wu Fang Ruize glanced at each other, and sensitively noticed that something was wrong with Luo Qiao at the moment.

Jiang Qingyu didn't say anything more, and after saying this, she put the photo away, turned around and walked elegantly to her nanny car.

Wu Fang propped up his body and sat directly in the front seat, he glanced at Jiang Qingyu's back, frowned, and said, "Pretty and pretty? What did that woman show you just now? ”

Luo Qiao didn't answer, her breath was messed up, and there were red bloodshots spreading under her eyes.

The nanny car slowly drove away from sight, Luo Qiao stared in that direction, and after a while, he suddenly stepped on the accelerator to the end and rushed directly in the direction where the nanny car left.

The speed of the car was frighteningly high, and there was even a sense of pain when the wind swept against his face.

Although Luo Qiao usually drives fast, he has never been so fast, as if he is out of control.

Wu Fang's hair was blown by the wind, and looking at her, her eyebrows couldn't help but tighten.

It didn't take long for the nanny car to reappear in Luo Qiao's field of vision.

Seeing that the distance between the two cars was getting closer and closer, Luo Qiao still kept speeding up.

In the nanny's car, the driver's hands holding the steering wheel were sweating, and his voice trembled with fear as he looked at the fiery red sports car that was getting closer and closer: "What's going on with that car?" She's not going to bump into it, is she? ”

The light in the car was dim, and half of Jiang Qingyu's face sank in the shadows, and when she heard this, she moved, raised her eyes and glanced in the rearview mirror.

In the convertible sports car behind, the woman's long hair was flying, her face was cold, and she was wrapped in a terrifying momentum.