Chapter 315： The final counterattack 9

The man sits in the back seat of the car, in an exquisite and elegant suit, with his long legs elegantly overlapping, watching the people coming and going at the door of the building with unpredictable eyes.

He didn't even dare to get out of the air, holding the steering wheel, did not dare to look back.

A few minutes later, a woman walked out of the building. The man's expression moved slightly, staring at her, and his thin lips happily twitched.

The woman wears a work suit, a white shirt and black high heels, a tight waist, her hair pulled up, revealing a slender and beautiful neck, her appearance is bright and moving.

His eyes swept over here unintentionally, through the glass, as if he was looking at him, the man held his head, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Luo Qiao was talking to the employees around him, bending over into the car, took the documents, and closed the door.

The car moved forward steadily, and the man raised his eyebrows and lazily uttered two words: "Catch up."

"Yes."

...

Jiang Qingyu walked to the window, lifted the curtains with her snow-white hand, and squinted to look down.

The car stopped downstairs, the driver opened the door for Ming Siran, and the slender man got out of the car, seeming to notice something, and looked in her direction.

Jiang Qingyu dialed Ming Siran's number with his mobile phone, looked at his precious figure, and said softly: "I just want to talk to you alone, Siran, don't let your men come up."

She seemed to be able to feel his alienation and indifference across such a long distance. Jiang Qingyu slowly said, "I'm just a woman with little strength. Could you do anything to you? Siran, you don't need to be so guarded against me. ."

Ming Siran was expressionless, and his voice was particularly cold: "Are you deaf or have IQ problems? Hearing the words Siran from your mouth is really disgusting."

The smile on Jiang Qingyu's face condensed, and the hand holding the phone was a little stiff.

After hanging up the phone, Ming Siran turned his head coldly, quietly instructed his subordinates to wait outside and raised his leg into the apartment.

When the doorbell rang, Jiang Qingyu's spirits shook, put down the phone, quickly gathered her long hair, and looked at herself without any blemishes in the mirror, and then stepped forward to the door.

She reached out and opened the door.

The expensive man was standing at the door with exquisite features and perfect outline. Jiang Qingyu's eyes fell on him and looked at him for a moment. After a few seconds, he smiled and gave way to the side: "Come in."

The apartment where the single woman was, suddenly a man entered, and the space suddenly became narrow, and the act of stepping into her space made Jiang Qingyu feel inexplicably satisfied.

It's like the long-awaited wish of a young age has finally come true at this moment.

"sit."

Jiang Qingyu came to the table where the candlelight dinner was placed, and looked at Ming Siran expectantly: "Let's eat and talk."

Ming Siran glanced over the steak red wine on the table, smiled coldly, and the irony in his eyes was very strong: "I am here today, not for this."

Jiang Qingyu was already sitting on the chair. She lowered her eyebrows and her voice was clear and light: "I know, you are for Luo Qiao." She raised her face: "I want to talk to you while eating."

Ming Siran didn’t move, so she cut the steak on her own, “I like you from the first time I saw you. In terms of feelings, I am no less than Luo Qiao. I can even say that I love you more than her. Why do you Just can't see me."