Chapter 415： My pretty

During the video call, Ming Siran at the other end was obviously exhausted from successive work. Luo Qiao leaned on the bed, looked at the man's faintly red eyes, pursed his lips, and said softly, "Ming Siran."

The man changed his posture, his voice was very low, his tone was casual, but he was extraordinarily **** and beautiful: "Huh?"

"Don't call me again at night."

Ming Siran moved for a while, raised his eyes and looked over, with a dark and deep gaze: "What's wrong?"

"It's too late." He will be tired.

Ming Siran counted Luo Qiao's time and narrowed his eyes.

It's past eight o'clock, is it late?

Luo Qiao looked at his wrinkled brows and tired look, and urged softly: "Okay, I'm going to take a bath, you rest early."

Ming Siran was silent for a moment, looked at her deeply, and after her urging, he finally reached out and hung up, ending the video call.

Here, seeing him hang up, Luo Qiao put down the phone, took the clothes from the closet, and entered the bathroom.

In the next few days, even if Ming Siran called Luo Qiao over, in order not to affect his rest, Luo Qiao just chatted with him a few words and hurriedly urged him to end.

After coming down several times, Ming Siran seemed to know what she meant and stopped calling her every day.

Luo Qiao was slightly relieved.

On Wednesday, Luo Qiao finished her work early. Just after taking a shower and putting on the mask, her phone rang.

She glanced at it, Ming Siran.

Luo Qiao has the final say, four days have passed since he called last time.

Four days...

The mood that was not very pleasant for a few days suddenly improved. The corner of her mouth unconsciously brought a smile, and she tapped her white finger to get the phone.

"Hey?"

Ming Siran's voice was more lazy, hoarse: "It's me."

Luo Qiao's voice was brisk: "You haven't slept yet?"

In the domestic villa, Ming Siran had just returned, his exquisite eyebrows were tainted by the alcohol, and he helped him down the stair railing and stepped upstairs.

The leather shoes stepped on the stairs, making dull noises.

Hearing Luo Qiao's questioning, he hummed, frowned, raised his hand and pulled off his tie, pushed the door and entered the room.

Luo Qiao listened to his movement and couldn't help asking: "What are you doing? Just came back?"

"Sister Qiao Qiao..."

Luo Qiao was taken aback, and responded, "I am."

Ming Siran lay directly on the bed, his spotless white shirt lined him clean and handsome. He half-closed his eyes and whispered a few words softly between his lips. It sounded soft and gentle: "My pretty..."

...

She was holding the phone, and her heart jumped heavily because of his words.

The eyes seemed to be full of stars suddenly, and he couldn't help but bend.

She responded: "...Hmm."

In the villa at this time, Ming Siran moved his fingers, not knowing what he encountered, followed by a series of loud crackling noises.

Luo Qiao was interrupted when listening to the movement on his side, and asked, "What broke?"

Ming Siran: "Who knows."

Listen to his tone...

Luo Qiao finally realized something, "Siran, are you drinking?"

Ming Siran took off the lamp and didn't know it. He turned over without opening his eyes, still holding the phone, and said in a low tone, "Well, brother drank."

"How much did you drink?"

Ming Siran didn't answer, his voice was low and slow, just saying: "I'm drunk."

Hearing this sentence in his ears, he didn't know why, and suddenly Luo Qiao felt a little soft.

She took off the mask, her voice softened unconsciously: "Then... if you are drunk, go to bed early."

He heard these words and did not say anything for a while.

Luo Qiao glanced at the phone and the call was still going on. She thought he was tired and fell asleep, so she wanted to hang up the call. As soon as she put her hand to the hang up position, she heard a noise over there, very low. One sentence: "You don't take the initiative to like me..."

Luo Qiao's movements suddenly stopped, and some of him did not react to his words for a while, and subconsciously said: "What?"

Ming Siran's voice was vague, as if she was far away, "...I don't want to call me."

Luo Qiao was slightly stunned.

After she came back to her senses, she couldn't help but said, "I don't want to."

She just thought he would be tired, she didn't want him to be so tired.

It can be said that he hummed lowly, that kind of disdainful and somewhat proud hum, as if she was saying something ridiculous.

Luo Qiao: "..."

She took a breath, her eyes widened slightly, and she looked at the phone, feeling a bit strange in her heart.

She wanted to laugh a little, but also a little itchy.

She really... rarely saw him show such a side.

The usual Ming Siran is always a lazy appearance, most of the time he is just making her happy, but he rarely loses his attitude. From acquaintance, to love, to the present, what was shown to her seemed to be the perfect side, but now he inexplicably gave Luo Qiao a feeling that he was very bullied.

He seems to be complaining about her...

Luo Qiao pursed her lips, feeling a little itchy, "Siran?"

At first, he ignored her.

Luo Qiao continued to call his name: "Siran?"

He then answered her lazily: "Yeah."

"Let's video."

"..."

Luo Qiao's tone was a bit close to a coaxing feeling: "Good?"

Ming Siran slowly opened his eyelids.

And over there, Luo Qiao could not wait to dial him a video call.

After more than ten seconds, the phone was connected slowly.

At first, the picture was a little blurry, and after a while, Luo Qiao saw Ming Siran's face.

His hair is a bit messy, maybe because he was lying on the bed just now, a shallow mark was pressed out on a white face.

The pitch-black pupils with no variegated color fixedly looked at the camera, expressionless.

Luo Qiao looked at him like this, inexplicably wanting to laugh, her tone lightened: "What are you doing now?"

Ming Siran: "Video with you."

Luo Qiao wanted to laugh even more. His serious tone... she moved her fingers and couldn't help recording this video call.

I always think this picture will be precious in the future.

After Luo Qiao finished these operations, she couldn't help but raise her eyes and ask him: "Siran...Are you very dissatisfied with me?"

Ming Siran had beautiful and delicate peach eyes. He stared at the white woman in the lens, his apple was rolled gently, and he said, "No."

"But you just said that I don't actively like you."

Ming Siran: "What I said is the truth."

Luo Qiaowen said: "Then what should I do so that you think I am taking the initiative?"

Her words fell, and Ming Siran was silent over there. He lowered his eyes and didn't make a sound for a while. From the shooting angle, he could see that his slender eyelashes were even longer than hers.