Chapter 157： Who did not like it

Luo Qiao did not lift her head: "Yeah."

"I promised to sleep and I regret it, and now I want to go out with other men?"

"..."

Ming Siran propped his head with his hands, with lazy eyebrows: "Sister Qiaoqiao, don't you think your brother won't be angry? Brother Siran gets angry but it's terrifying."

Luo Qiao glanced at him speechlessly: "For some reason, Han Jin doesn't like me, so why are you angry for no reason?"

He raised his eyebrows: "Don't like it?"

Luo Qiao put down the chopsticks in her hand and looked at him directly: "When I was in junior high school, the first love letter he wrote to others was handed to him by me. Han Jin likes Xiaoniaoyiren's girls, so it's not interesting to me, okay? ?"

Ming Siran looked at her for a long while, not knowing what he thought, and chuckled, he leaned in slightly: "Really? You handed him the first love letter he wrote?"

"Yeah!" Luo Qiao nodded, her cheeks were white and delicate, and she looked innocent and beautiful: "I heard that he has a crush on someone for a long time, and I haven't dared to say it, so I helped him pass the love letter."

The corners of her lips were bent, and her eyes were a little proud. Ming Siran looked at her for a long while, turning her face away, and couldn't help but laugh out loud, her expression could not hide her joy.

Luo Qiao picked up the chopsticks again and started eating.

After the meal, Luo Qiao changed her clothes to go out.

Ming Siran leaned at the door and looked at her, pulling her wrist when she was about to go out.

Luo Qiao struggled for a while and frowned, "Didn't I tell you that people are not interesting to me."

The man copied his pocket with one hand, his temperament was pure and noble, and his **** voice made his heartstrings: "Huh? But the pretty sister looks so beautiful, who doesn't like it?"

"..."

His eyes fell on her face, his thin lips slightly hooked, his fingers gently rubbed the skin of her wrist, and he confessed softly: "Like me, I like you more day by day."

Luo Qiao immediately raised his hand and took a bite on the back of his hand.

Ming Siran looked at her back decisively walking forward, slid her hand into the pocket of her trousers, squinted, and lazily said, "When will you reunite with me?"

Luo Qiao paused slightly.

He smiled slowly: "My brother is getting older, so he should marry a wife. Isn't it?"

Luo Qiao felt like being scratched by a cat, her ears were hot, and she ran away without daring to turn her head back.

...

The place agreed with Han Jin was at the gate of the mall. Luo Qiao hadn't been shopping for a long time since entering the entertainment industry. She put on a hat and mask and met with Han Jin.

Han Jin was eight-eight-eight-foot-eight, he was very eye-catching at that station, but he was born cold, and the girls didn't dare to talk to him even if they recognized him.

Luo Qiao ran over, revealing only a pair of cat-like eyes: "Let's go."

Han Jin glanced at her, hummed, put away the phone.

"What do you want me to pick for you?" Luo Qiao asked.

"necklace."

"Who is it for?"

Han Jin pursed his lower lip and replied two seconds later: "My mother." After a pause, his gaze fell on her: "Thank you."

"No trouble, don't you help me play the game?"

Han Jin glanced at Microsoft and gently twitched the corner of his mouth.

As a woman who has studied all kinds of clothes and jewellery, it was easy for Luo Qiao to pick a necklace. She soon found an elegant and feminine necklace. She turned to Han Jin with this one. Said: "Look, this must be suitable for Auntie, what do you think?"

Han Jin glanced at the necklace, no comment: "Just this."