Chapter 147： Miss you so much

Luo Qiao's temple suddenly jumped, "Who explained to you."

Ming Siran: "Okay, just treat it as not."

"..."

A few seconds later, Ming Siran stretched his tone and laughed lazily: "It turns out that my ex-girlfriend still has me in his heart..."

"..."

Luo Qiao was impetuous and couldn't wait to scratch his face.

She wanted to leave, but Ming Siran refused, clasping her waist, and narrowing her peachy eyes: "...Tell me, did you think about me during the two years you left me?"

Luo Qiao's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she lowered her head to break his hand.

Instead, he pinched his fingertips. He didn't use much strength, and his fingers rubbed her gently, slightly itchy, and his voice was warm, not aggressive at all: "Huh? Pretty?"

Luo Qiao's voice is hard, don't look at him: "No."

His voice went up, his appearance was evil: "Really not?"

Luo Qiao: "No."

Ming Siran looked at her and chuckled for a while: "I don't believe it."

"..."

The study was very quiet, only the slight noise from the computer equipment could be heard, and his eyes fell on her face as if it were real.

After a few seconds, Ming Siran's Adam's apple rolled slightly, making a laugh, and his voice was lighter: "I think you are pretty."

Luo Qiao's body paused.

Ming Siran looked at her white and delicate face, and gently curled her lips: "Whether you want me or not, I miss you, and I miss it very much."

Luo Qiao slowly raised her eyes.

The man in front of him has beautiful facial features, has the most beautiful and gentle face, and speaks the most emotional words.

There is no woman in the world who can't be moved.

Her eyes moved lightly, and some didn't know what to do.

Ming Siran's eyes are still smiling, and the tail of the eyes is fluttered, and the most affectionate person is saying the most affectionate words: "I don't have many requests, don't leave anymore, okay?"

For a moment Luo Qiao's heart seemed to be squeezed by both hands, and the feeling of sourness and swelling filled her heart.

After a long while, she pursed her lips, her voice was low and inaudible: "Where else can I go..."

Ming Siran laughed softly: "There are so many places you can go, and you won't let me find you."

"..."

Luo Qiao was held by his hand, and his temperature passed from her fingertips to her heart, and even the ironing made her heart soft.

He said slowly: "I always thought we just had a quarrel, but I lost you. I regret it. I should have treated you better if I knew it, so as not to regret the past two years."

He was originally the most dignified and arrogant person, but now he is telling her that he regrets it.

He was obviously smiling, but she clearly felt lonely.

Luo Qiao curled up her fingers uncontrollably and said dryly: "You, you are not bad to me."

Ming Siran raised his eyes, his thin lips curled up slightly, and his gentle voice said slowly, "Huh?"

Luo Qiao's eyes didn't know where to look, and she subconsciously wanted to clenched his fingers, but she couldn't help grasping his hand, "...well, will I talk to you for eight years?"

Ming Siran looked at her for a moment, and seemed to feel joy at this moment, "Really?"

Luo Qiao didn't know how to develop herself into comforting him, obviously she came up to kill him.

"..."

She nodded: "Really."

Ming Siran's eyebrows were smudged with a smile, and he curled his lips and said: "Then since your brother is very good, do you hold your brother?"

Luo Qiao: "..."

The picking tone: "Huh?"

This vixen who knows how to do it.

Luo Qiao grabbed his hand: "I'm leaving now."