Chapter 286： Prosperous White Lotus

He gently rubbed the ring with his fingertips, his eyelashes drooping, and after a while, his deep eyes looked at her, with a deep breath: "Responsible, really?"

Luo Qiao nodded hurriedly.

Ming Siran stared at her, his Adam's apple moved, and his voice was a little dumb: "This is what you said."

Luo Qiao wanted to take a small breast and promised, and immediately said: "I said!"

The man smiled, his eyebrows stretched out, and the moon was as clear as the moon, and he was very beautiful.

Luo Qiao stared at his enchanting face for a moment, and then stretched out her hand to him: "You also wear it for me."

Ming Siran lowered his eyes, took the ring from the box, held her hand, and slowly put it on.

A pair of rings, worn on the hands of two people, is a perfect match.

Luo Qiao admired with satisfaction for a while, stretched out her hand to embrace him, and raised her head: "Then let's sleep."

Ming Siran chuckled lightly, with a loose and attractive tone, and deliberately asked, "Which way to sleep?"

Luo Qiao was extraordinarily bold and waved her hand directly, saying: "You go take a bath!"

Ming Siran: "..."

He coughed lightly with his hand against his lips, looked at her for a few seconds, couldn't help but smile, and nodded: "Okay."

Luo Qiao watched Ming Siran's slender and tall back enter the bathroom, touched the ring, and then threw herself on his big bed.

The phone in her pocket vibrated slightly, and Luo Qiao slowly took out and took a look. It was a message from Mu Lan asking if she had made it home safely.

She clicked a few times to reply. After three or four seconds, Mu Lan sent another message: Baby, is this Jiang surname connoting you?

Luo Qiao turned her head and stared at the screenshot of Weibo sent by Mu Lan.

The rusty key, and a connotation map that said she didn't know herself.

Two pictures, each of them slammed on Luo Qiao's explosive spot.

After Luo Qiao saw it clearly, she sat up from the bed and got up too quickly. She was a little dizzy in front of her eyes. After holding her head to calm down for a while, she clicked on Weibo.

It just so happened that Jiang Qingyu hung up on the Weibo hot search interface.

She was discharged from the hospital today, and it was her birthday. Jiaying Company held a live broadcast event for her.

In Jiang Qingyu's live broadcast room, fans gathered, the barrage floated past countless rainbow farts, and the interface was filled with various gifts.

Jiang Qingyu wore a light-colored skirt today, his hair was loosely tied, and he looked elegant and gentle.

Compared to before, her face looked a little pale, but her weak appearance made the fans feel distressed.

Luo Qiao looked at this woman for a moment, squinted her eyes, and then opened the gift-giving interface.

Recently, several kinds of gifts have been newly launched on the live broadcast. They are very beautifully made, but the prices are very expensive and ordinary people can't afford them.

In the live broadcast room, Jiang Qingyu was chatting with fans, and she said softly and softly: "Don't give me gifts anymore, save yourself some delicious food."

The barrage is a piece of my sister's kind praise.

At this moment, the live broadcast room suddenly rang out with a sound effect that can only be achieved with the highest gift.

Jiang Qingyu's fans were instantly excited when he heard it.

[One hundred thousand gifts, damn, which local tyrant really loves fans? 】

[Woo woo is our sister, really welcome! 】

As soon as the words of the fans fell, a huge white lotus flower slowly opened in the center of the screen. At the same time, the blessings of this "local tyrant true love fan" also floated over:

A prosperous white lotus is given to my sister, and my sister is full of bitterness today! !

puff……

The onlookers almost spit out water.