The man's fingers were a little cold, rubbing the skin on her back, making people shudder, Luo Qiao couldn't help but shrink forward, and before he could turn around, his soft lips had already replaced his fingers and landed on the snow-white skin on her neck.

Ming Siran's voice was low and sexy, teasing people's nerves: "Happy birthday, pretty ......"

Luo Qiao turned around slowly and met the man's scattered and beautiful peach blossom eyes.

She looked at her for a moment, and then, rightfully holding out her hand to him.

Ming Siran looked at her and raised an eyebrow.

"Don't play dumb." The corners of Luo Qiao's lips curled, obviously in a very good mood: "What about the birthday gift you prepared for me!" ”

She had urged her a few days ago.

Ming Siran's gaze fell on Luo Qiao's snow-white palm, and after a few seconds, he took out a box from his trouser pocket.

Luo Qiao didn't wait for him to hand it over, and took it, "Let me see what this is!" ”

As soon as the box was opened, an extremely delicately designed necklace appeared in front of her eyes, Luo Qiao wowed softly, took out the necklace, put the box aside, compared it to the mirror, and then turned back with bright eyes: "It fits the dress I wore today." ”

The woman's complexion is fair, her face is exquisite, her face is bright and moving, Ming Siran was flashed by her big smile, his heart moved, and his eyes were a little deeper: "Do you like it?" ”

Luo Qiao nodded without hesitation: "I like it." She handed the necklace to Ming Siran: "Help me put it on." ”

Ming Siran put the necklace on Luo Qiao, a thin necklace, simple but without losing the sense of design, it really suited her very well.

Luo Qiao looked at the mirror for a few seconds, then turned his head and looked Ming Siran up and down.

The man's white shirt was spotless, his legs were long and straight, and his waistline was thin ......and beautiful. What's wrong? ”

Luo Qiao stretched out her little white hand towards her and looked at him: "What else?" ”

Ming Siran looked at her: "What else?" ”

Luo Qiao: "What about other gifts?" ”

"What other gifts?"

Luo Qiao's eyes widened suddenly, and he said in surprise: "Isn't it, Brother Siran, the things you usually give me when you come back from a business trip are more innovative than this necklace, and you only give me this on my birthday?" ”

Ming Siran chuckled: "Only this is the only one you are not satisfied with?" ”

Luo Qiao: "This is very different from you." She looked at him suspiciously, "Is this really the only one?" ”

Ming Siran's eyes were dark, he leaned over slightly and approached her, staring into her eyes, and his voice was light and seductive: "My brother has been very poor recently, and my pretty sister is considerate of me?" ”

Poor?

She believed in him!

Luo Qiao snorted twice, turned his head and looked at himself in the mirror again: "...... But forget it, I don't care about you, I like this necklace anyway! ”

Luo Qiao is very good-tempered, she is happy again when she looks in the mirror, she has crooked cat eyes, she looks pleasing and cute.

Ming Siran watched Luo Qiao walk out happily, hooked the corners of his mouth, and then took a long step out of the cloakroom.

"You're okay." Luo Qiao muttered to him as he walked: "Do you know how speechless my brother is, on my birthday, he actually sent me money directly, and he didn't choose one of the gifts, it's really perfunctory, I also gave him money for his birthday this year, and I didn't choose a gift for him, who let him do this to me......"

Ming Siran leaned against the door and watched her mutter, his eyes lowered, his fingers fell into his trouser pockets, and when he touched a small box, his eyes moved slightly.

The sun was shining all over the room, and it was a good day.

Luo Qiao: "...... Si Ran! Si Ran! ”

Ming Siran suddenly came back to his senses and looked up at her.

Luo Qiao was wearing earrings, and while wearing them, she looked at her curiously with those eyes: "What do you want to be so engrossed?" ”

Ming Siran slowly opened his eyes, he coughed lightly, and pulled his hand out of his trouser pocket: "It's nothing." ”

Luo Qiao looked at him and walked over, staring at him with small eyes: "I think you are very wrong today." ”

The man chuckled casually and came up to her: "Oh? What's wrong with me? ”