Chapter 220： How is the investigation

As soon as her slender and white fingers touched the piece of paper, Luo Qiao's voice sounded at the door: "What are you doing in my room?"

Without waiting for him to speak, Luo Qiao walked in immediately with a strained face, slammed the cabinet door shut, stretched out her hand to pull him, and frowned: "Go out."

Ming Siran stood up straight, his eyes slowly falling from her white face to her.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

Luo Qiao was now wearing a waistless outfit, with a slender and soft waist. With just a small portion, human blood was pouring up to the top of her head.

He looked at her for a while, then slowly said: "Are you going to wear this out?"

Luo Qiao glanced at him: "What's wrong?"

Ming Siran didn't speak.

She took her mobile phone from the table, pushed him out, closed the door, and said cleanly: "I'm leaving."

As soon as he took a step, he was suddenly clasped by Ming Siran's waist and pulled in front of him.

He looked down slowly, his cool fingers clasped her waist, his fingertips followed her skin a little bit, slowly rubbing down...

Luo Qiao suddenly felt aroused, and immediately pushed him away, but the man's fingers increased his strength, and at the same time, his eyes flicked across her white tender waist.

His eyes were too dangerous, it was completely the aggressive look of a man, it was so hot that people couldn't resist.

Luo Qiao's face was flushed by him, although she only showed her waist, she suddenly felt as if her whole body was exposed in front of him...

She couldn't help backing slightly.

Ming Siran saw her movement and raised his dark eyes to look at her, his voice low: "If you go out in this suit, there will be countless men staring at you like this."

After a pause, he said, "Can you still wear it?"

Luo Qiao, who didn't care about such things at all, suddenly shuddered.

And if the subject is replaced by a wretched man...

She suddenly stood up with her cold hair, and without waiting for Ming Siran to speak, she pushed him away quickly, ran into the room and wrapped her coat out.

Ming Siran glanced at her, seemed to hook the corner of her mouth, and raised her eyebrows: "Where to go?"

Luo Qiao blushed: "You control me!"

After talking about his reaction, he turned around and left the house.

Luo Qiao made an appointment with Wu Xia and Rui Ze to go out to play.

The light and shadow flickered in the bar. The two men drank with each other. When they saw Luo Qiao coming out, the two suddenly laughed. Wu Xia said, "What is your dress? Will you cover it too much?"

Luo Qiao glanced at them and said nothing.

She glanced at the wine on the table and decided to drink it after taking a glass.

Wu Xia stopped her movement: "Come on, your wine is not good, I don't want to carry you back at the end."

Luo Qiao: "Why is my wine bad?"

"When I get drunk, I cuddle someone coquettishly and call my brother, isn't it you?

Luo Qiao: "..."

On the side, Rui Zexiu held the wine glass in his white hand and added lightly, "No, her name is Brother Siran, not us."

"Yes, yes, it's Brother Siran!" As soon as Wu Xia said this, she became interested in an instant: "When we come here this time, can we meet your legendary ex-boyfriend?"

Rui Ze glanced at Luo Qiao, and seemed to be somewhat curious.

Luo Qiao: "..."

Luo Qiao pulled the zipper upwards, covering half of her face, lowered her eyes, and didn't bother to pay attention to them.

The surroundings were dim, Wu Xia felt uncomfortable, and took off the black mask.

The outstanding facial features were immediately exposed.

The waitress who came to serve the wine glanced at him, and was shocked, followed by excitement: "May I ask you a witch... witch flaw?"

Wu Xia looked up at her.

The blue eyes, like sea water, are breathtakingly beautiful even in a dim space.

The waitress screamed uncontrollably, "You are really a witch! Have you come to China, my God...but, can you sign me?"

The woman's voice was very loud, and everyone around could not help looking at it when they heard the voice.

Especially when the word "Wu Xia" was introduced to everyone's ears, they were suddenly surprised.

Witchcraft?

Wu Xia came to China?

The people turned their heads to ears, and the bar suddenly became restless.

Luo Qiao glared at Wu Xia, lowered the brim of her hat, and said lowly: "Run."

Wu Xia regretted taking off the mask, and quickly took it over and put it on. She stood up on the table and jumped out, followed by Rui Ze next to her.

The man's figure was tall and straight, and he caught everyone's attention when he appeared.

The women were even more sure that it was him, the screams were louder, and the flashing lights of the phone came one after another.

After they chased them out, Luo Qiao quickly opened the car door, waited for the two to get in the car and sit down, stepped on the accelerator pedal to the end, and escaped from the bar.

"What kind of mask are you okay? How famous are you?" In the car, Rui Ze glanced at Wu Xia and accused.

Wu Xia was quite innocent: "I took it for less than two seconds, and who knew I would be recognized.

"..."

That night, entries such as #巫emia Bar# and #巫emia国家# were searched hotly.

To thousands of young girls, the word wuxia is like a stimulant, and the groundhog screams when they see it.

The word Wu Xia was ranked first in the hot search. Ming Siran leaned on the sofa, swiped Weibo, and saw this name.

He clicked in casually and paused slightly on the outgoing bar photo.

He clicked.

Although vague, he would never admit that Luo Qiao was wrong, and she was still wearing the coat before leaving.

Ming Siran looked at the two names of Wu Xia, and at Luo Qiao, who was walking with Wu Xia in the photo, slowly tightened her brows.

A few seconds later, his slender fingers quit Weibo and dialed a number.

Lazily tone: "How's the investigation?"

A voice came from there: "According to the results of the current investigation, Miss Luo's residence was uncertain during the two years abroad. The house Mr. Luo Zelan bought for her, she only lived once or twice a month, and Mr. Luo Zelan visited her. I only go there when I go there. I usually go to a lot of places, but also very complicated."

"Who does she know? Have you checked it out?"

"Many, and most of them are quite mysterious. Some people will even be blocked when I find out half of them."

Ming Siran squinted, blocking.

"For the time being, I only found so many."

Ming Siran gave a faint hum. Just as he was about to hang up, he listened to the man over there to continue: "There is another thing. When Miss Luo Qiao first arrived abroad, she seemed to be in a bad mood."

Ming Siran's fingers paused slightly, and a dark color flashed in his eyes: "Is the mood wrong?"

"According to neighbors, sometimes women's screams come from Miss Luo's house, which seems to be painful.

Ming Siran's brows frowned, he put down his overlapping long legs, and his voice was low: "Scream of a woman?"