The light darkens the side of his face, and the lines of his face are even more diffuse and charming, revealing an indescribable sexiness.

After a few seconds, he chuckled lowly.

The seductive laughter is lazy and pleasant.

……

At the end of the film festival awards ceremony, Luo Qiao walked out of the venue, Jiang Qingyu walked behind her and stopped her: "Qiaoqiao." ”

Luo Qiao stopped, but didn't look back.

Jiang Qingyu stepped on high heels from behind and slowly came to her side, and her gentle tone was like a breeze, which made people unconsciously relaxed and comfortable.

"I still want to say it again, you're really good."

Luo Qiao glanced at her, her eyes were cold, and she didn't speak.

Jiang Qingyu looked at her, she was slightly taller than Luo Qiao, so she did look like a gentle big sister, stretched out her hand slightly, and brushed her somewhat messy hair for her.

"It's much better than me."

Luo Qiao's chin was pointed, and her voice was very light: "If you are talking about this, you don't have to, because everyone can see it." ”

Jiang Qingyu couldn't help but smile lightly: "Yes, that's right, I'm really not as good as you." After a pause, she looked at her face and said, "Whether it was before or now." ”

Luo Qiao felt bored as soon as she was with this woman, and she raised her legs and was about to leave.

She stretched out her hand and grabbed her, and when she saw Luo Qiao impatiently about to wave her away, she said very quickly: "Don't you want to know what happened to me and Ming Siran?" ”

Luo Qiao paused.

Jiang Qingyu looked at her expression, and a smile appeared in her eyes: "Actually...... You saw it all that day, didn't you? ”

Luo raised his eyes sly: "What do I see?" ”

Her tone was cold, and her words seemed to be smashed on people's hearts, quite like her demeanor.

Jiang Qingyu didn't speak for a while, staring at her.

Luo Qiao is two years younger than her, but she is a girl who is excellent everywhere and much better than her peers.

She has to stay awake and work hard all the time in order to improve her homework to a level that others can't reach, and she can easily get the first place in the grade, and she can't even see her reading outside of class, either playing this or that, but she can play everything very well.

is as good as her is her childhood sweetheart, Ming Siran.

When Luo Qiao didn't appear in high school, her classmates often put her and Ming Siran together, and they often heard people say that they were golden boys and girls, born a pair and so on.

The selection of school grass and school flowers is also the two of them every year, they do their homework well, they grow well, and even the teacher acquiesces that they are a couple.

Even sometimes even she feels that it is a matter of time before she is with Ming Siran.

Until later—

In the class, Ming Siran's brother put his hand on his shoulder and said casually: "Si Ran's girlfriend is called a beautiful, smart, as cute as a kitten, Si Ran likes her to death, everyone should not mess with Si Ran, be careful that her little kitten is fierce, Si Ran is going to be unlucky." ”

Everyone was shocked to find that the school grass male god who was loved by countless people had already been famous.

She was also confused at that time, and subconsciously looked at Ming Siran, but found that he lowered his eyes and smiled, and he also looked happy.

At that time, she didn't actually feel much, probably because her girlfriend only appeared in occasional words and didn't see it with her own eyes, she just felt that life was still the same as before, and her relationship with him hadn't changed in any way.

Jiang Qingyu looked at Luo Qiao's face in front of her.

She suddenly remembered the first time she had seen her.

Not in school, but in the theater.

The little girl waited impatiently, and Ming Siran, who was still a teenager, coaxed her softly, such a gentle whisper, although he was usually lazy and light-hearted, but she had never seen him speak so gently, and looked at Luo Qiao with lowered eyes, as if she was the only one in the world.

The devil sent the gods, and she followed.

There weren't many people in the theater, they sat in the front row, and she followed them, sneaking around like a voyeur. The film is not very interesting, it makes people sleepy to watch, and just when she is a little sleepy, she sees the scene where Ming Siran kisses her.

The man's eyebrows are focused and meticulous, his eyes are light, and his peach blossom eyes are smiling, kissing from her eyebrows to the corners of her mouth.

She couldn't see what Luo Qiao looked like, but she could feel the strong possessiveness and affection of the man from a distance.

She couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be kissed by such a man.

Since then, she has heard Luo Qiao's name more frequently from his brother, and his brother has a good impression of Luo Qiao, and there is no lack of praise in his words, as if only Luo Qiao is worthy of Ming Siran.

This is a treatment she has never had.

Later, Luo Qiao was a year older and came to their high school.

From then on, no one would say that Jiang Qingyu was a golden boy and a jade girl, but would say that Luo Qiaoming was born a pair.

Two equally excellent people, with the same good family background, are still childhood sweethearts, and even the woman who chases Ming Siran the most in the school feels that it is a dead end when she encounters Luo Qiao.

Can't win.

How to win?

The most important thing is that Ming Siran still likes her.

Yes, love her.

Everyone can see that Ming Siran likes Luo Qiao, his liking is undisguised, the boy gradually grows into a man, sexy and lazy, and his gestures are elegant, but what remains unchanged is his attitude towards the girls around him.

Gentle to make people jealous.

She always thought that no one could destroy their relationship, until that incident happened-

"What do I see?" At the exit of the award ceremony, Luo Qiao stood on the steps and asked again, with aggressive eyes.

Jiang Qingyu finally pulled out of her memories, and she glanced at Luo Qiao.

A few years have passed, and the girl in front of her doesn't seem to have changed, she is still proud and proud, and she is so high that people are enviable.

Jiang Qingyu casually pulled the strands of hair that slipped into her ears behind her ears, tilted her head slightly, and smiled softly: "I hugged Ming Siran, didn't you see both?" ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw the girl in front of her purse her lips, and her hand hanging on the left side of her body was about to be raised.

Jiang Qingyu glanced at it, the smile on the corner of her mouth deepened, and said softly: "What, do you want to beat me?" ”

Luo Qiao clenched her fingers and breathed slightly.

Jiang Qingyu stood at the tuyere, the evening breeze was not very cool, her figure was outlined by the long skirt more gracefully and moving, her every move was amorous, she lowered her eyes and looked at Luo Qiao: "I'm curious, when you broke up with Ming Siran, was it because of me?" Or ......"

She leaned over slightly and said meaningfully, "Because of others? ”

Luo Qiao's long eyelashes fluttered violently, and she didn't speak.

Jiang Qingyu stared at her, and after a moment, stood up straight with a chuckle.

At this time, a car came not far away, the door closed and made a noise, followed by a slender and tall man with long legs.