Jiang Qingshan raised her head, and her brain suddenly buzzed.

For a moment, only one sentence was repeated in her ear.

She's coming, she's coming, she's coming again......

Luo Qiao handed the umbrella to Sun Tesuke, reached out and pulled the broken hair in her ear behind her ear, she greeted the people in the living room elegantly, and then turned her smiling gaze to her.

Jiang Qingshan suddenly couldn't help but shudder.

The next second, she heard her smiling voice: "Eh, little sister, what a coincidence, I met you three times a day." ”

Jiang Qingshan's lips trembled, her eyes rolled, and she fainted directly on the spot.

……

Luo Qiao hadn't been home for several days.

After work that day, Ming Siran pulled off his tie, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and called the woman with a phone call.

The other party hangs in seconds.

Accustomed to his ex-girlfriend's arrogance and coldness, his lazy eyebrows and eyes did not change, he took the cat food from the table and poured it into the rice bowl for the little puppet, and added water, he touched the cat's head while lazily dialing it again.

It's still hanging in seconds, and then it's going to shut down directly.

Ming Siran stood up straight, his slender body leaning on the side of the stage, the tip of his tongue against his back molars, and couldn't help but smile.

Don't...... Did you really overdo it that day?

His ex-girlfriend got angry?

This is a bit difficult to do~

……

The Luo family.

Luo Qiao rolled on her big bed, grabbed her hair, and the curtains were drawn in the room, it was very dark, only the computer screen was glowing.

She slipped down and poured herself a glass of water, and an email popped up.

Luo Qiao clicked on it casually and looked at the content:

Little Qiaoqiao~

Your discarded computer was left with us, and we repaired it when we were idle, and we found a lot of good things.

We're better than we thought.

Licking her lips, Luo Qiao turned off the mail without raising her eyelids and continued to drink water.

And yet the email is still pouring out:

Little Qiaoqiao~

Your manuscript is really good, Lao Zhou took a fancy to it, and he asked if you want to sell it?

Luo Qiao put down the water cup and replied slowly: Not for sale.

The other party: Lao Zhou said that the price is negotiable.

Luo Qiao: Dad is not short of money.

After turning off the notebook, she tossed it aside and walked to the bathroom to take a shower.

Most of the underwear she is used to wearing is in the villa, not here, Luo Qiao took a shower, took the car keys, and went downstairs.

Luo Zelan sat on the sofa, the robot parts were at his feet, and his voice was as cold as ever: "Bring 089 when you come back." ”

Luo Qiao looked at the cruel parts under his feet, and his eyelids jumped: "What are you doing?" ”

Luo Zelan didn't raise his head: "It recognizes the thief as its father, it's time to repair it." ”

Luo Qiao: "......"

……

Back to the villa, the house was very quiet, Luo Qiao picked up the ragdoll cat that came over for a while, and walked to the room to pack up the clothes.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps behind him, and Luo Qiao heard the man's lazy and sexy voice: "I thought you forgot me." ”

“……”

"What have you been doing these two days?"

Luo Qiao didn't even look at him: "I'm engaged in a career, don't bother me." ”

Ming Siran: "......"

She pulled the cabinet open, took the clothes, pulled the bag, and carried it and was ready to go.

When he passed by him, he was unexpectedly clasped by Ming Siran's wrist, the man's fingers were slightly cold, slowly slid down, entangled with her, his eyes were fixed on her, and his voice was soft: "Pretty sister is really angry?" Let my brother coax you, okay? ”