It seems that once his side no longer takes the initiative to maintain, this relationship will be completely broken.

He leaned back, thinking, what to do.

is with Qiaoqiao, but if he wants to return to his previous state, he can't do it alone.

Under the sun, the man is wearing a shirt and trousers, and the Adam's apple is curved and sexy.

His eyelashes drooped and his expression was lazy and indifferent.

After a moment, Ming Siran sighed softly and slowly looked away from his phone.

……

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it's a week.

On this day, Ming Siran received a call from Mr. Ming early in the morning.

After a brief chat about the company, the old man coughed a few times and said in a deep voice: "How are you today?" ”

Ming Siran paused slightly, and then said lightly: "It's been many years, grandpa, I'm fine." ”

The reason why Old Man Ming said this is entirely because this day, which is ordinary in the eyes of ordinary people, is very special to Ming Siran.

Maybe it's the past experience, Ming Siran in his childhood would lock himself in the house all day on this day, not eating or drinking, he never said the reason, and others couldn't find out, and then he grew up, but he would no longer have such a move, but the mood on this day would still be unavoidably bad.

It wasn't until he fell in love with the little girl of the Luo family that the situation improved, but then the two broke up, and Si Ran had no one to accompany him again, and in the eyes of outsiders, he finally felt that he was lonely and pitiful.

Old Man Ming said in a low voice: "Don't force yourself. ”

"yes, I know."

Hanging up the phone, Ming Siran clicked on the call log, and his fingertips paused on Luo Qiao's phone number, but thinking of what she had said before, he pursed his lips, put it away again, put the phone in his pocket, and walked out of the villa with long legs.

Today's arrangements are extraordinarily large, and the meeting and entertainment fill every time gap, and Ming Siran has no time to think about anything else.

It's just that there is still a faint but non-negligible haze in my heart, which makes people feel unhappy.

On the wine table, pushing the glass and changing the lamp, Ming Siran rubbed the wall of the glass, looking faint and lazy.

His hands rested casually on the back of his chair, his eyelashes drooped slightly, and he looked at a gentle gesture, but not many people dared to toast him.

After a while, Ming Siran got up to say goodbye to the customers at the wine table and got up to leave the table.

Recently, he has been socializing a lot, so he leaned back in the seat when he got into the car and closed his eyes to rest.

"Mr. Ming, are you not feeling well?" Looking at his slightly furrowed brow, the assistant asked softly.

"It's fine." Ming Siran raised his eyes and looked at the road in front of him, and said lightly: "Go back to the villa directly." ”

"Yes."

Forty minutes by car, it was already nine o'clock in the evening when Ming Siran returned to the villa.

"Mr. Naming, you rest early, I'll go first." The assistant was a little relieved to see that he didn't look like he had drunk a lot, but he could see that Ming Siran was in a bad mood today, but unfortunately this was not within his control.

Ming Siran hummed, took off his coat, reached out and unfastened the cufflinks, and walked gracefully in the direction of the kitchen with long legs.

When the little puppet saw him coming back, he immediately came over and meowed at his feet, clingy and cute.

Ming Siran took the cat food and poured it to it, and re-got water for it, watching its head almost buried in the rice bowl, he hooked his lips slightly.

The little puppet has grown into a big puppet, with fluffy and beautiful hair, and when Ming Siran touches its head, it rubs his fingers, very affectionately.

Ming Siran looked at it for a moment, then straightened up and walked to the sofa and sat down.

He took his phone from his trouser pocket and glanced at it.

There was not a single phone call.

After a while, Ming Siran locked the screen of his mobile phone, his slender fingers rubbing the fuselage, and his expression was as waveless as water.

In fact, in countless long days of separation, he was used to it.

It's just that people are like this, habit is one thing, and inevitable hope is another.

He closed his eyes.

Over there, the well-fed Ragdoll jumped on Ming Siran's lap and nested on him affectionately.

"Meow~"

The lights in the living room were very bright, illuminating people's skin tones even whiter, and Ming Siran sat on the sofa and played with the cat for a while, then got up and walked upstairs with long legs.

Pulling off his tie, he walked into the bedroom and habitually walked into the bathroom.

It was quiet all around, and Ming Siran entered the bathroom without squinting, and then there was the sound of gurgling water in the bathroom.

At this moment, the door was suddenly gently pushed open from the outside, and a fair, slender foot fell on the carpet, and she entered lightly, glancing in the direction of the bathroom, and then she walked to the soft bed, paused for two seconds, and reached out to lift the quilt...... Got into the man's quilt.

-

After Ming Siran finished taking a shower, he only put a bath towel around his waist, and he wiped his hair as he walked out of the bathroom.

After all, he didn't hold back, and after he came out of the bathroom, he found his mobile phone and dialed the woman's mobile phone number.

After a few waiting tones, it finally connected.

Ming Siran stretched out his hand and pressed his eyebrows, and said hoarsely: "Pretty and pretty, I ......"

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a male voice over there, in a casual tone: "Pretty and pretty? Pretty is relaxing and dancing on the dance floor, do you have anything to do with her? ”

Hearing who was answering the phone, Ming Siran twisted his eyebrows: "Why are you?" ”

Luo Zelan crossed his long legs, his eyebrows were tightly tightened, and his tone towards Ming Siran at the moment was unprecedentedly cold: "If you have something, just say it, it's okay." ”

“……”

Ming Siran naturally heard what he said about Luo Qiao relaxing and dancing on the dance floor, and his voice paused, and over there, Luo Zelan was already impatient to wait for him, and hung up the call directly.

Ming Siran looked at the hung up call and slowly pursed her thin lips.

On the other side, Luo Zelan was full of grumpy Zelan, threw the phone, and cursed in a low voice.

Uncle Ming's Ran!

……

Ming Siran's eyes fell on the phone, and after a while, he leaned back.

An inaudible sigh overflowed his lips.

The bedroom was so quiet that even the sound of breathing seemed to be audible.

Ming Siran didn't go to sleep for the first time, he took the document casually and flipped through it.

But maybe it was the effect of alcohol, after watching it for a while, Ming Siran felt that his head hurt a little, he leaned back on the sofa and calmed down for a while, got up, put down the papers, and prepared to go to sleep.

When he came to the bedside, he lifted the quilt and lay down in it.

Almost as soon as he lay in, Ming Siran noticed that something was wrong, no, it should be said that after unconsciously glancing at the bed, he should have immediately noticed that something was wrong, under the effect of various emotions, he was so slow that he didn't notice that there was another person in the bedroom.

Ming Siran's face changed slightly, he got up suddenly, and lifted the quilt!