Chapter 242： Do I have a boyfriend?

Who knows this sentence?

The barrage seemed to have been agreed, and they all sent out:

[My boyfriend. 】

[My boyfriend. 】

[My boyfriend. 】

...

Luo Qiao: "..."

She sat down on the soft sofa next to her and raised her eyebrows: "Boyfriend? Do I have a boyfriend?"

[It started, she started to be proud again. Here @明爸爸】

[Listen to this, can you bear it? @明爸爸】

[Hey, hey, I don’t know who it is. We had to hold hands, hug, and kiss during the live broadcast. It was all we remembered wrong, didn’t Qiao sister? 】

[Should I push her onto the bed at this time to clean up? What do you say? @明爸爸】

Looking at these barrage, Luo Qiao: "..."

She brushed her hair casually: "Oh, you said that, you are drunk, you can't take it seriously. It's too early. Let's end today's live broadcast. Goodbye everyone."

After ignoring the outcry from barrage netizens and the rows of question marks, she turned off the live broadcast.

On the side, Rui Ze took the game controller and passed the level cleanly. Hearing Luo Qiao's words, he came slowly: "Bad brother Siran is so miserable..."

Luo Qiao: "..."

...

In the evening, Luo Qiao returned home.

Ming Siran has returned from the company, and is watching with a mobile phone in his hand.

His slender legs overlapped gracefully and his posture was lazy. He didn't look up when he heard the sound of her opening the door.

At this time, Luo Qiao, who bowed her head and changed her shoes, just heard a sentence from her phone: "Boyfriend? Do I have a boyfriend?"

she was:"……"

Ming Siran raised his eyes and glanced at her at this time, but there was an unspeakable emotion in his lazy eyes.

Luo Qiao stepped into the house after changing her shoes.

The man's sight followed her all the time, and the voice of the live broadcast on the phone continued.

"...You said that, you are only drunk, you can't take it seriously..."

When Luo Qiao passed by Ming Siran, she heard him humming lowly, in a dangerous tone that made people's ears numb.

She paused.

Ming Siran put down the phone and got up, walking towards her with his long legs.

He came to her, slipped one hand into the pocket of his trousers, and looked down at her: "Sister pretty."

"..." Luo Qiao raised her face: "What?"

She has a small face that is white and delicate in the light, and her long eyelashes drop a small shadow on her eyes. She lifts her chin and looks deliberately aggressive, looking proud and charming.

Ming Siran looked at her carelessly, and took a step closer to her, with a soft, soft voice in his voice: "Don't want your brother anymore?"

Luo Qiao couldn't help but took a step back. He reached out and put his arm around her waist and took her into his arms.

"..."

Looking down at her, the man slowly said: "I went back to the old house to see Grandpa today. I didn't expect to find something interesting in my room."

Luo Qiao looked at him uncertainly.

Then he saw Ming Siran free up his hand and took out a letter from his pocket without any haste.

This letter is obviously a few years old, and it has not been opened. The color is pink, and there is a lovely love painted on it.

When Luo Qiao saw this letter, her pupils shrank instantly.

Ming Siran chuckled lightly, in a sloppy tone: "It seems that someone has written a love letter to my brother before~"

Luo Qiao swallowed, and subconsciously reached for it.

But he didn't want to be gently avoided by him, and avoided.

She raised her head.

The man has beautiful features, peach-eyed smile, and sloppy look like a wicked evildoer. He whispered: "That person didn't remind me, it was caught in my book, so I haven't seen it for so long."

Luo Qiao: "..."

Ming Siran glanced at the date marked on the envelope and raised his eyebrows lightly: "This seems to be sister Qiaoqiao... wrote it when she was in fifth grade?"

He chuckled, looking at her with a playful look, and the **** and pleasant ending pierced her ears: "So precocious, pretty sister?"

! ! !

Luo Qiao was ashamed to death for an instant, and she quickly reached out to grab it, but the man relied on his height to not allow her to touch him. He chuckled lightly, and slowly opened the letter as he walked to the sofa.

Luo Qiao also tended to follow him, the roots of her ears were red: "You are not allowed to see! Ming Siran, did you hear that, you are not allowed to watch!!"

"Why can't I read it for me?" Ming Siran's slender finger nodded on the not neat handwriting.

A few words were written on it:

Ming Siran personally opened.

Luo Qiao: "..."

He opened the letter, read the content of the first line and suddenly chuckled: "My dear brother Siran..."

Luo Qiao: "..."

The man turned his eyes and glanced at her, playfully, "I was your dear when you were in fifth grade? Did you covet me then?"

Luo Qiao bit her lip to retort: ​​"...Who covets you!"

"That's not what you said in fifth grade." Ming Siran's eyes fell on the letter, and his **** voice read word by word: "I am Qiaoqiao, the longer the better, I like you- "

He seemed to find her description particularly interesting, and after reading it, he couldn't help laughing.

Luo Qiao's face turned red!

Public punishment is no more than that.

She turned her head and walked upstairs, this **** bastard bastard!

Ming Siran opened his legs and followed behind her, her voice lazily continued: "Do you like me? I will never scare you with snakes anymore, I just want to attract your attention..."

Luo Qiao stretched out her hand and slammed her ears, moving faster.

"...That girl named Xixi, she always clings to you, I'm not happy anymore, can you stay away from her?"

Speaking of this, Ming Siran raised his eyebrows lightly: "Oh? Do I know a girl named Xixi? Why don't I remember?"

Luo Qiao turned her head and glared at him: "You are at the same table!"

The man looked at her quietly, his eyes uncontrollable.

Luo Qiao immediately turned her head, strode forward, and soon reached her room, she immediately opened the door and went in, raising her hand to close the door.

However, before the door was closed, the man raised his hand against it.

Ming Siran leaned against the door with a sloppy attitude. He watched the letter and continued to lazily read the next content.

"...Although everyone says she has a very good figure, I don't think she can compare to me. Don't like her. My figure will be better in the future, mine..."

Speaking of this, Ming Si had a pause.

The air is quiet.

Luo Qiao only remembers that she was very ashamed to write this letter, but she had forgotten the specific content a long time ago. At this moment, seeing the man stopped strangely, she subconsciously looked at him.

"My what?"

Ming Siran looked at this letter and licked her lower lip when she heard it. Under her question, she paused for a while before continuing to say: "...the chest will become very big."