Chapter 98： Grind

More than an hour later, Ming Siran arrived home.

He parked the car, picked up the contents of the car, opened the door and walked in.

In the living room, Luo Qiao had just finished taking a shower, with a computer on her lap, her face was white and delicate under the light, she looked up at him when she heard the sound.

"What are you holding?"

Ming Siran didn't answer, only said: "Come and see."

Luo Qiao put down the computer and walked over. When she saw the contents of the box, she opened her eyes slightly.

It's actually a little milk cat!

"Have you bought a cat?" Luo Qiao asked in surprise.

She hurriedly took the kitten out of it, the little milk cat squeaked softly and the pad was soft, and Luo Qiao was so cute as to be so cute: "Ahhhhh, I love cute!"

Ming Siran looked down at her and chuckled.

Luo Qiao was excited, and smiled and raised her head to meet Ming Siran's eyes: "But don't you like small animals? Why do you suddenly think of buying a cat?"

The man looked lazy, perhaps because he had drunk, and his eyebrows were a bit gentle: "Don't you like it."

"..."

He looked away, raised his hand and passed the bag in his hand to Luo Qiao: "There is cat food in the bag, you feed it, I'll take a shower first."

Luo Qiao returned to her senses, and slowly sighed.

Ming Siran has turned upstairs.

The puppet cat is very beautiful, maybe it's so hungry, it almost got into the rice bowl when eating cat food.

Luo Qiao smiled and pulled it back.

After eating, it is also very clingy, rubbing its pretty legs and meowing quietly.

"What's a name for you, okay?"

After Ming Siran took a shower, she saw Luo Qiao hugging the cat, and from time to time she lowered her head to kiss it, too much.

He looked at her for a while, his eyes were deep, and he raised his leg and walked over.

Seeing the cat owner coming, Luo Qiao reluctantly handed the kitten to him. Ming Siran put the cat on her lap and took the file on the table and looked at it.

The kitten is very good, and sleepy after eating, rests on Ming Siran's lap to sleep.

Luo Qiao couldn't help the furry temptation, and she would reach out and touch it from time to time. Ming Siran looked at it and didn't say anything.

After a while, Ming Siran moved suddenly, and the kitten woke up as soon as the kitten awoke. Luo Qiao had been paying attention to the little milk cat, fearing that it would fall, and quickly reached out to hug it, but accidentally collided with the lowered Ming Siran.

The little milk cat jumped onto the sofa flexibly, lowered her head and licked her fur.

The air is quiet, eyes facing each other.

Ming Siran's eyes were extremely dark, as thick as ink, Luo Qiao looked at him, swallowed subconsciously, her eyelashes trembled, and she was about to withdraw immediately.

However, before she could make this action, the man kissed him without hesitation in the next second.

Luo Qiao's heart missed a beat, and the blood quickly poured over her head.

There was a faint smell of wine between Ming Siran's lips, and the smell on her body was familiar and good. Luo Qiao's fingers were trembling, and she hurriedly backed away, but he held the back of her head strongly, and she couldn't resist her.

...

The kitten turned around on the sofa, rubbed her hand with her head, and meowed aside, but Luo Qiao's breathing almost stopped. I don't know how long it took before the man finally let go of her.

But he didn't let her go. He pressed his face against her and rubbed gently, just like the little milk cat beside him.

Luo Qiao's entire back was numb, and she couldn't tell which of the two was more boring.

"Qiao Qiao..."

He called her name softly in her ear, in a deep and **** voice, sultry, loudly.