Chapter 390： I really like you, sister Qiaoqiao

As soon as his words fell, Luo Qiao's whole body suddenly said: "..."

Ming Siran continued: "In this world, there are not many men who are still young at the age of my brother, don't you think?"

"..."

Ming Siran sighed softly: "I feel embarrassed to say it."

Luo Qiao couldn't bear it, turned around and stretched out his hand to cover his mouth: "Close your mouth."

Did he start again?

Ming Siran laughed muffledly, and the laughter made her chest vibrate. The breath swept across the skin on her hands, making it slightly itchy.

Perhaps it was because he had just woke up, the lazy aura on his body was even more substantial, just looking down and focusing on the person is enough to make people's heart moving.

Luo Qiao looked at him for a while and couldn't help but withdraw her hand.

Ming Siran slowly moved towards her, touching her forehead, her voice was very soft, gentle and loose: "I really like you, sister pretty..."

Luo Qiao's eyelashes moved, listening to his words that almost melted into her heart, she gently pursed the corners of her mouth.

Ming Siran raised her eyes and glanced at her, and asked slowly: "Does the pretty sister like me?"

Luo Qiao: "..."

Bumped her head gently: "Huh?"

Luo Qiao don't open her eyes, her voice is inaudible: "Yeah."

Ming Siran heard it clearly, but deliberately said: "What? I didn't hear it clearly."

Luo Qiao: "..."

But she said it again.

Ming Siran had already curled the corners of his lips, and the smile of his eyebrows was about to spread, but he still said, "What? Loud."

Luo Qiao glanced at him, then suddenly rushed to his ear and said loudly, "I like it!!"

Ming Siran didn't use any strength to support at all, or that he deliberately fell down when she leaped over, and she was successfully thrown onto the bed by her, with a low laugh, peach blossom eyes gleaming, and the corners of his eyes The brows are rippling.

He slightly lowered his eyelashes, put his hand on her waist, his eyes focused, and his voice was exceptionally gentle: "Yeah. Brother knows now."

Luo Qiao lay on his chest, looking at his focused and gentle brows.

After knowing him for so many years, his kindness to her has not changed.

From beginning to end.

A heart suddenly became soft, Luo Qiao looked at the delicate buttons on his clothes, touched his fingers unconsciously, and whispered: "I have nothing to do with Shen Jikong. I did spend some time with him abroad, but it was only based on friends. It’s even more okay after the trouble broke out."

There is no one else except him.

Ming Siran's eyes fell on her face, his gaze softened, he reached out his hand to touch her head, and put his hand on the back of her head. With a little effort, the voice reached her ears, and he whispered: "More Come closer."

Luo Qiao moved her throat, and saw what he wanted to do, so she moved closer to him.

The man's eyes were burning, his eyes were dark and deep. When Luo Qiao wanted to lower his head, the sound of the film being played suddenly rose.

The women inside even have a tendency to shout more and more.

Luo Qiao: "..."

Ming Siran: "..."

The man couldn't help it anymore, his shoulders trembled with a smile.

Luo Qiao blushed and kicked the laptop off the bed. With a snap, the notebook fell on the carpet and there was no sound.

What kind of ghost movie is this! !

Ming Siran glanced at the thing she kicked down, laughed enough, and lazily said: "Is that ruined my laptop?"

Luo Qiao disagrees: "You can't afford to pay."

"Oh?"

Luo Qiao glanced at him, her eyes curled: "I have money anyway."

She looked like this for granted, Ming Siran couldn't help but leaned over and kissed her, smiling low, with gentle brows: "Why are you so cute? Huh?"

Because I like her, I think she is cute everywhere.

...

In a manor with beautiful scenery.

The maid came out from the kitchen with the meal and walked all the way to Shen Jikong's room. She glanced at the hand guarding the door of the room and whispered: "Has the master not come out yet?"

The subordinate glanced at the closed door and shook his head slightly.

Since returning to the hotel where Miss Luo Qiao lives, the master has never come out of the room again.

"The master hasn't eaten anything lately, so I have to find a way to let the master eat a bit."

Since Miss Luo Qiao left, the master hasn't eaten a good meal, and the lights in the room are often on all night. If you don't eat or sleep, your body will be worn down sooner or later.

He shook his head and glanced at the talking maid: "You don't know the master's temper, who dares to persuade you."

"..."

The maid reached out and knocked on the door, lowering her voice, "Master, I made your favorite meal. Would you like to eat a little bit?"

After waiting for a long while, no sound came from inside.

The two looked at each other, and the maid sighed lightly, then hesitated for a while at the door, and could only turn around and leave with the dinner plate.

In the room, the man sits behind his desk, his eyes are looking at the vegetation outside the window, and the slightly lighter pupils can't see any emotions.

What flashed in front of him was the scene of the two cuddling intimately. His fingers on the table moved. Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in his temple. His body slowly supported the tabletop, and he bent down and placed it on the tabletop. The fingers with distinct joints on the upper part were pale, and the back of the hand was bruised.

Gradually, Shen Jikong's forehead oozes a fine layer of sweat, and he buried his head deeply by himself. Because of the pain, his shoulders and back could not help but tremble slightly.

It was so quiet outside that no sound could be heard, and it seemed that he was the only one in the huge manor.

It's not like him, he is the only person from beginning to end.

After a long while, this pain gradually faded, Shen Jikong slowly raised his head, a face with superior facial features was as white as paper.

He calmed down for a long time before he opened his eyes. Those eyes were covered with red blood, and the pale face was lined with them, and his breath became deeper and deeper.

At night, the guards outside heard footsteps coming from inside, and the door to the room was finally opened from the inside.

The subordinate bowed his head respectfully: "Master."

The man changed his clothes, quiet and indifferent, with a completely different temperament from Ming Siran.

He didn't say a word, and his subordinates couldn't help but glance at him. The man was expressionless, but the coldness all over his body was even more obvious, and the deep coldness was even more shocking.

"Are they going to leave in these two days?" The man stretched his long legs and cut a suit that fits the body, outlining the coldness of his body.

Naturally knowing who they were referring to in the master's mouth, the subordinates hurriedly said: "Yes. I was going to leave yesterday, but because of Ming Siran's health, it was delayed."

Shen Jikong's eyes were calm and waveless, and he said lightly: "Since it has been delayed, then don't leave."

The subordinates heard what he meant and were taken aback: "But where is the chairman..."