Chapter 282： Qiao Qiao sister is good or bad

Yoha!

There are such benefits?

This sudden accident immediately excited netizens.

In the villa, both Luo Qiao and Ming Siran were a little stunned.

Luo Qiao's back stiffened instantly, feeling the man's strong thighs and the temperature passed by, swallowing saliva, and her pupils began to quake.

She bounced off him quickly as if she had been electrocuted, but because she got up too fast, she couldn't stand firmly, and her body crooked, and she sat back next to her ass.

Luo Qiao: "..."

The air was deadly silent.

Ming Siran chuckled suddenly, his face was slightly turned away, the laughter overflowing from his throat was lazy and sexy.

Luo Qiao's face quickly rose to the temperature, and her whole body was not well.

Ming Siran leaned closer to her, her beautiful and gentle peach blossom eyes filled with a small smile, her voice was light, and deliberately said: "So many people are watching, don't make trouble."

Luo Qiao:! ! !

Who is having trouble with him!

She immediately wanted to stand up, but at this moment Ming Siran stretched out his hand to embrace her waist. He obviously didn't use much effort, but she couldn't walk away.

Luo Qiao tilted her head: "You let me go."

Ming Siran's warm breath spilled on her neck, and she couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Huh? You didn't sit on it first?"

Luo Qiao: "..."

At this time, the netizens off the screen were laughing to death.

[Sister Qiao is so proactive? 】

[Ming me, my father is embarrassed about it. 】

【in? Pretty sister? When will I arrange my father's first night? 】

Luo Qiao realized that she was still live streaming, hurriedly turned her head, regardless of the blockade of netizens, raised her hand to turn off the live broadcast.

After turning off the live broadcast, she went to Laminsiran and put her hand on her waist: "Let go of me."

Ming Siran now let go, there will be ghosts, watching her chuckle: "Don't let go."

Luo Qiao shook his hand hard, but her strength was not worth mentioning to him, she turned her head and stared at him.

Ming Siran raised his eyebrows lightly, just about to speak, but Luo Qiao unexpectedly lowered his head and bit his neck.

Ming Siran snorted, and the hand around her waist tightened a little, and her charming voice had indescribable meaning: "Wow, sister Qiao Qiao is so bad."

"..."

...

In the hospital full of the smell of disinfectant, Jiang Qingyu was wearing a hospital gown and sitting on the bed, looking very pale.

When the agent came in from the door carrying something, he saw Jiang Qingyu holding a mobile phone, watching something quietly.

The agent glanced at the screen and found that she was watching Luo Qiaoming's live replay.

She walked over and wanted to remove the phone from her hand: "Okay, there is nothing to look at. You have to rest now."

Jiang Qingyu avoided her, coldly avoiding her hand.

The line of the woman's face is soft, but at this moment, the whole body is full of coldness, her thin lips are tightened, and her breath is so cold that she dare not look directly.

Jiang Qingyu stared at the phone coldly.

On the screen at the moment, the man's eyes are gentle and doting when looking at the woman, even if the woman she is looking at is looking down on her and humiliating her.

Jiang Qingyu breathed tightly, fingers tightly gripping the white sheet, and the joints were pale.

Seeing her state, the agent was a little worried, and stepped forward: "Okay, Qingyu, don't look at it..."

Jiang Qingyu ignored her.

In the live broadcast at this time, Luo Qiao sat down on Ming Siran's lap.

That kind of intimacy.