Luo Zelan turned his head and narrowed his eyes: "Ming Siran." ”

Ming Siran didn't look at him, staring at Luo Qiao in front of him, his eyes were hot, and he saw that the ears of the woman he was staring at were hot, and he didn't look away, so he chuckled happily, and his voice was sexy and sultry.

Luo Zelan: ?

Seeing that this beast was seducing his sister in front of him, Luo Zelan raised his hand and loosened a button, and sneered: "Aren't you afraid that I will continue to watch if I gouge out your eyes?" Well? ”

Only then did Ming Siran slowly lift his eyelids and said lazily: "Brother Zelan is so fierce, the pretty sister is so good-looking, don't let people look at it?" ”

Luo Zelan pulled the corners of his lips, too lazy to take care of this, glanced at Luo Qiao, and said in a cold voice: "I'm home." ”

Ming Siran was tall and slender, a shirt and trousers elegant and elegant, and when the woman passed by him, he unmistakably clasped her wrist.

Luo Qiao's heart couldn't help but tremble.

When he raised his eyes, he saw the man's clean and good-looking side face, and at this time he lowered his eyes slightly and looked at her with a smile: "It's been so many days, isn't it time for my ex-girlfriend to come back to me?" ”

His fingers rubbed against her skin, and his voice was gentle: "It's weird." ”

……

Luo Zelan's dangerous gaze slowly swept over his hand, and his voice gradually sank: "Since you also know that it is your ex-girlfriend, you should let go of your hand." ”

Ming Siran smiled lowly: "The taste of our young people, you old man have to take care of it?" ”

“……”

He said: "It's been so many years, and you still can't find a girlfriend, shouldn't you reflect on your own problems?" ”

……

The air was dead silent.

Luo Qiao was dumbfounded.

Luo Zelan was silent for a long time, pulled his neckline with his head, and was successfully laughed at.

He took two steps forward, grabbed Luo Qiao's arm, and said in a deep voice: "Let's go." ”

Ming Siran naturally didn't let go, and said slowly: "Compete in a race car, and let Qiaoqiao follow me if you win." ”

Luo Zelan sneered: "There's no need for this. ”

"I'll give you the house if you lose."

“……”

Ming Siran turned his gaze to Luo Qiao, who was looking at him, and then said, "Don't entangle Qiao anymore." ”

Luo Zelan was stunned.

Luo Qiao was stunned and looked at the handsome and upright man in front of him.

Only the sound of the wind could be heard around, the sky was getting more and more gloomy, Luo Zelan's gaze slowly swept over the two of them, and he let go of his hand.

He straightened his cuffs, his eyelids did not lift, and his voice was cold: "This is what you can say." ”

……

A game is about to begin.

Ming Siran changed into his racing suit and leaned against the car.

The wind blew his forehead hair a little messy, and the exposed eyebrows and eyes were heartwarming.

Luo Qiao walked up to him: "Hey." ”

The man slowly raised his eyes, looked at her, and hooked his lips: "Huh? ”

“…… Do you really want to compare? ”

"Or else?"

Luo Qiao couldn't understand him: "You don't know how perverted my brother is, there is no word lose in the dictionary of his life, and you are still compared to him." ”

Ming Siran looked at her for a few seconds, her peach blossom eyes burst into laughter, and she snorted lazily in a low voice: "Don't you want me to compare with your brother?" ”

Luo Qiao: "......"

"Afraid I'll lose?"

“……”

He leaned closer to her, lowered his voice, and a thin hot breath swept over her ears: "You still want to see your brother Si Ran, don't you?" ”

Luo Qiao's ears were numb in an instant, and she unconsciously retreated.

A chuckle rolled out of his throat, and he reached out and gently rubbed her head: "Don't worry, with your words, Brother Si Ran can't lose." ”