There is everything to say on the Internet, Luo Qiao finished posting on Weibo, refreshed, at this time, the mobile phone vibrate, and Ming Siran sent a message, urging her to get him the documents.

Luo Qiao dragged the document from the table and went upstairs with her legs.

She pushed open the door, and Ming Siran had already started the meeting, she paused, lighted her steps, and quietly walked over.

The man is still wearing the suit in the company, his fingers are clean and distinct, and the buttons are strictly tied to the top, which is rare to reveal a bit of abstinence.

Luo Qiao put the document in his hand, and was about to leave, when he suddenly hooked his fingers.

Luo Qiao: ?

She turned to look at him.

Ming Siran didn't look at her, she spoke fluent French to talk to people, her voice was low and serious, but her slender fingers gently scratched her palm.

Luo Qiao: "......"

Although he didn't turn on the camera, as long as she made a slight movement, others could hear it, Luo Qiao could only push him and signal him to let go with his eyes.

However, Ming Siran didn't let go, he glanced at her while he was in a meeting, and dragged a chair with his other hand and motioned for her to sit down.

“……”

He couldn't break his hand, and Luo Qiao gestured to him: "I'm going to shout!" ”

Ming Siran looked at her with a pair of lazy peach blossom eyes, thin lips and a smile, as if she was desperate.

Luo Qiao: "......"

She sat down on the chair depressedly, but before she could sit down, he pulled the chair over, Luo Qiao almost fell into his arms, very close, he held her shoulder, the thin hot breath in her ears, and said to her in a voice that was so light that she could barely be heard: "Be nice, huh?" ”

Half of Luo Qiao's face was dyed hot by his breath, and she looked up at him.

He lowered his eyes slightly, looked at her for a few seconds, and suddenly leaned over and kissed her in the corner of the eye.

Luo Qiao immediately reached out and pinched him.

The person on the other end of the remote meeting asked a question, and Ming Siran smiled on her lips, grabbed her messy hand, and answered methodically in a still calm voice.

Shameless, shameless, why is this beast so shameless!

Luo Qiao really wanted to talk and interrupt her remote meeting, but she was not as cheeky as him.

After glaring at him for a while, I saw Ming Siran's hand slowly slide down, intertwining her fingers.

“……”

Luo Qiao turned her face away and pursed her lips lightly.

After Ming Siran finished answering the question, lowered her eyes, and began to kiss her fingertips carefully, Luo Qiao was so teased by him that she couldn't help but tremble, she wanted to pull away, but was blocked by him.

The man's eyelashes were long, and the gesture of kissing her fingers was quiet and reverent.

Luo Qiao felt that the strength in her body was being drained away little by little, she bit her lip and looked away in shame.

Fingertips, fingers, wrists...... It was too light to touch, like a feather plucking, and finally Luo Qiao's neck began to redden, and he stopped this torture.

The meeting was still in session, but Luo Qiao couldn't hear what Ming Siran was saying, she was sitting there like a red tomato.

Ming Siran looked at her like this, with a shallow smile in her peach blossom eyes, and shook her hand lightly, signaling her to get closer to him.

“……”

Luo Qiao ignored him.

The meeting was supposed to last a long time, and after a while, Ming Siran was clearly starting to work, and when he saw Luo Qiao sitting there dryly, he let go of her hand, and the man who had eaten enough tofu said that she could go.

Luo Qiao: "......".

She got up and left, and walked to the door, she turned her head to see Ming Siran's eyes looking at the computer screen intently, and her heart suddenly began to be irritable.