Chapter 50： My dear ex-girlfriend

The Internet suddenly exploded.

Although it was one o'clock in the morning, there were many netizens who stayed up late, and they all said:

【? ? ? ? 】

【what's the situation? Damn it! ! 】

[Luo Qiaofa? No...]

[What's wrong with my sister Qiao? Fainted in the middle of the night? 】

[If I read it right... this is a secret photo... it feels a bit scary. 】

Ke Fen always regarded Luo Qiao as an enemy, and now she couldn't sit still, and immediately began to insult Luo Qiao frantically, such as stigma, pervert, and stalker.

The picture was deleted two minutes after it was released, but netizens even believed that she made a mistake in sending the wrong number. Some people intercepted the picture. This matter became more and more troubled on the Internet, and marketing accounts reposted them and said they were afraid Confidence.

Luo Qiao is accustomed to mute her mobile phone at night, and Mu Lan couldn't get through to her, and she was in a hurry.

And Luo Qiao herself woke up naturally when she fell asleep, she stretched out comfortably, did not immediately take a look at the phone, went to the bathroom to take a shower, and then went downstairs to have breakfast.

Ming Siran had just returned from a run, her tall and slender figure bathed in the morning light, her forehead was slightly wet, and her dark eyes were clear. Seeing her come down, her beautiful peachy eyes narrowed slightly, and she smiled loosely.

Sweat beads slid down his **** neckline, and this smile seemed even more enchanting.

Luo Qiao felt that if she had hair on her back, she must have exploded at this time.

She avoided the sight he was looking at and walked quickly towards the restaurant.

Ming Siran looked carelessly, stretched out his hand when she passed by, clasped her wrist, and brought it to his side.

Luo Qiao's heart jumped suddenly and looked at him with wide eyes.

Ming Siran approached slowly, and the thin, hot breath rubbed her face and fell to her ears, her voice lazy and sexy: "Good morning..." After a pause, he chuckled softly, "My dear ex-girlfriend ."

Luo Qiao: "..."

When he finished speaking, he let go of her and walked upstairs to take a shower.

Luo Qiao stared at the man's sloppy and elegant back, for a long while, rubbed her red ears hard, and whispered: "Asshole..."

After taking a shower, Ming Siran sat down opposite her and ate elegantly.

Luo Qiao ignored him and took out her phone while drinking milk.

After unlocking the screen, she was stunned, dozens of missed messages, and WeChat messages from Mu Lan.

At this time, Mu Lan called again, and Luo Qiao quickly answered: "Hello? Baby, what's the matter?"

Ming Siran glanced at her.

baby.

"Quickly go to Weibo." Mu Lan said anxiously: "Qiao Qiao, someone used your account to post things indiscriminately."

Send something messy?

Luo Qiao frowned, hung up the phone, and logged onto her Weibo.

However, the login fails.

At this time, Mu Lan sent her a dynamic screenshot of her account released in the early morning.

Luo Qiao saw Ke Bozhou's photo at a glance.

She frowned, quickly calmed down, and took the shortest time to understand what happened, and her eyes became cold.

She hasn't started to trouble these two people, they are not idle.

Looking at the Weibo that could not be logged in, Luo Qiao pursed her lips, and slowly turned her gaze to the man on the opposite side.

"Ming Siran..." she yelled softly.

Ming Siran's slicing of food slowly stopped. He raised his head and glanced at her, and said casually, "Huh?"

"...I remember, have you been a hacker before?"

He chuckled loosely, with picturesque eyebrows: "So what?"