Luo Qiao can easily leave you, presumably to her the relationship with you for so many years is nothing, why do you bother to guard such a affectionate woman, why do you have to be her? ”

The hand that cut the steak was slightly harder, and the more he talked about the back, the heavier each syllable of Jiang Qingyu fell, and the unwillingness in his eyes was so full that it was about to overflow.

Ming Siran's tone was understated, and all her dissatisfaction caused by jealousy was shattered in one sentence: "Not everyone is worthy of being compared with her." ”

Unworthy......

Jiang Qingyu was stunned, she chewed these two words, her long hair fell, and the hand holding the knife and fork was white everywhere because of the force.

She slowly raised her eyes, and her face was slightly pale: "Unworthy?" Is Luo Qiao so good, I have the love for you with her beauty and figure, I have what she has, I don't think I lose to her much,"

Ming Siran was already impatient, his good-looking brows were wrinkled, and he said expressionlessly: "You only have this nonsense?" ”

All her heart-wrenching confessions are nonsense to him, but it is clear that he is patient and gentle with Luo Qiao to the extreme.

Jiang Qingyu clutched the knife and fork tightly, her palms were painful, she bit her lip tightly, looked at him for a while, for a long time, before she slowly let go of her hand, a very faint smile rose on her lips, and she looked away and said, "Okay, I won't say this, don't you want to know what happened to Luo Qiao at the beginning......

She lifted her chin: "Sit first." Eye-catching with the man, she said, "I won't say a word until I finish this meal." ”

Ming Siran looked at her coldly.

Jiang Qingyu hooked her lips and said: "Or you choose to investigate by yourself, but it will be a long waste of time, and ...... I don't think anyone is going to give you that time to investigate. ”

Someone......

Hearing the meaning of her words, Ming Siran's eyes moved lightly, he squinted, and after a while, he pulled out a chair and sat down unhurriedly.

The candlelight is romantic, setting off a man's face more and more bewitching and extravagant, and what is wanton is the charm that makes people's hearts move, Jiang Qingyu glanced at him deeply, and her heart was unprecedentedly full and satisfied.

She reached out and took the red wine and opened it, poured two glasses of red wine, one for herself and one in front of Ming Siran.

"I think this wine tastes good, but I don't know if you like it or not." Seeing that Ming Siran was sitting there coldly, without touching it, she bent her lips and smiled, took a sip, and said softly: "Some things are easier to say when you drink alcohol, drink more and maybe it will tell you unexpected information in a while, are you sure you won't drink with me?" ”

The corners of Ming Siran's eyebrows and eyes were indifferent, this kind of unpopular woman was in front of him, and he felt dirty at a glance.

Jiang Qingyu stared at his expression, sensing what he was thinking, she slowly clenched the red wine glass in her hand, and there was a gloomy chill in her eyes: "On the day I was insulted by them, I called you, but you couldn't connect." ”

She still remembered how panicked and helpless she was that day, but what was waiting for her on the other end of the phone was always a cold busy tone, but if he listened to her more, everything would be different, and she would not become a plaything of those people.

Raising her head and drinking the red wine in one gulp, Jiang Qingyu put the red wine glass on the table, glanced at him, and suddenly pulled her lips and smiled: "You don't like me, but you and Luo Qiao can never be together, never." ”