[May I ask if I'm dazzled, otherwise how would I see the name of the world's No. 1 player in the standings? ] 】

【Qin Yuyang?? My Mom!! 】

[Give a little to the popular science I don't know, Qin Yuyang, game ID-sun, known as S God, people are ruthless, in ancient times, he and his mysterious little friend swept all the awards of FPS games, and he is a real big guy. 】

[Ahhh 】

[Whispering, according to this lineup, will it really be possible for Sister Qiao to win? ] 】

However, netizens haven't finished whispering, Luo Qiao's Weibo has been updated again, and the last member of the team has been directly and quickly announced.

——Ming Siran, President of Mingshi Group.

When you see these words.

Netizen: ???

Luo Qiao herself: ???

What's going on?

She immediately wanted to delete Weibo, but her phone told her that she couldn't log in to her account.

Luo Qiao closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and rushed upstairs directly-

"Ming Siran !!"

The man looked away from the computer screen, looking at her with gentle and sultry peach blossom eyes, and his voice was low and sexy: "Huh? My brother is here. ”

Luo Qiao rolled up her sleeves: "I must kill you today!" ”

Ming Siran raised her eyebrows lightly, watched her run towards him, slightly hooked her lips, and a small laugh rolled out of her throat, catching her rushing body: "So fierce? ”

Luo Qiao grabbed him by the neck, and really wanted to clean him up like this.

"Didn't you make my Weibo!"

He didn't move, just looked at her like this, his lazy eyebrows and a smile, and he quickly admitted: "Hmm." ”

Luo Qiao: "......"

She pinched him, but he didn't react, Luo Qiao hit him twice in the chest, but he smiled and grabbed her hand: "It hurts, pretty sister." ”

"......" He hurts a fart, and he knows how to pretend!

"You can't play again, what if you lose?"

Ming Siran put his arms around her waist, and his voice was careless, sounding a kind of frivolous and casual: "Who said that my brother can't fight?" ”

He said: "My brother can fight, and he is very powerful. ”

Luo Qiao: "What is it that you are better than me, I want a professional player!" ”

He used a child-like tone: "That brother is better than a professional player." ”

“……”

Luo Qiao grabbed his neck and shook it: "You made me miserable, I'm going to lose, I'm going to be slapped in the face, it's all your fault!" ”

Ming Siran chuckled and didn't pull her away: "Well, it's all my fault." ”

Luo Qiao was about to be angry with his appearance of not being able to eat oil and salt, and asked him, "Why are you doing this?" ”

Ming Siran leaned back slightly, his Adam's apple slid slightly, and his smile was sultry: "Of course, the pretty sister is always with your classmate, and my brother is jealous." ”

Luo Qiao's expression was stunned.

She understood the meaning of his words, and slowly frowned: "You eat Han Yan's vinegar?" Why? ”

Ming Siran didn't say anything and looked at her.

Luo Qiao was inexplicable: "I was at the same table with Han Yan when I was in junior high school, don't you know?" ”

“……”

She didn't seem to realize what she was talking about, Ming Siran looked at her for two seconds, turned her face away, and couldn't help but chuckle.

Luo Qiao was stunned: "Are you nervous?" What to laugh at? ”

The man lifted his eyelids and looked at him directly: "You mean I am qualified to be jealous?" ”

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

He looked at her, and his voice was even more rippling: "Are you explaining to me, pretty sister?" ”