Chapter 417： Got into the man's quilt

It seems that once his side no longer actively maintains this relationship, the relationship will be completely broken.

He leaned back, thinking, what to do.

Qiaoqiao and Qiaoqiao are now together, but he wants to restore her former state, but he can't do it alone.

In the sun, the man wears a shirt and trousers with a **** curve of his Adam's apple.

His eyelashes drooped lightly and his expression was lazy and indifferent.

After a while, Ming Siran sighed softly and slowly moved his eyes away from the phone.

...

Time flies quickly, in a blink of an eye it is a week.

On this day, Ming Siran received a call from Mr. Ming early in the morning.

After talking briefly about the company, the old man coughed a few times and said in a deep voice, "How are you today?"

Ming Siran moved for a while, and then said quietly: "It's been many years, Grandpa, I'm fine."

The reason why the old man Ming said this is completely because this day, which is ordinary people, is very special for Ming Siran.

Perhaps it was a past experience. Every day when he was a child, Ming Siran would shut himself in the house for a whole day without eating or drinking. He never said the reason, and no one else could find out. Later he grew up, but There will no longer be such a move, but the mood will inevitably be bad this day.

This situation was not improved until after falling in love with the little girl of the Luo family, but after the two broke up, Si Ran was no one to accompany him again. In the eyes of outsiders, he felt lonely and pitiful after all.

Master Ming whispered: "Don't force yourself."

"Ok, I know."

Hanging up the phone, Ming Siran clicked on the call log, his fingertips paused on Luo Qiao’s phone number, but thinking of what she had said before, he pressed his lips, put it away again, put the phone in his pocket, and walked away. Long legs walked out of the villa.

Today’s arrangements are exceptional. The meeting has filled every gap in time for entertainment, and it has left Ming Siran no time to think about other things.

But there is still a faint but indisputable haze in my heart, which makes people feel unhappy.

On the wine table, pushing the cup for one, Ming Siran rubbed the wall of the cup with a lazy expression.

He put his hands on the back of the chair casually, his eyelashes drooped slightly, and he looked at his gentle gesture, but not many people dared to toast him.

After a while, Ming Siran got up to say goodbye to the customers at the wine table, got up and left.

Recently, he has been socializing a lot. When he got in the car, he leaned on the back of his chair and closed his eyes to rest.

"Ming, are you uncomfortable?" The assistant asked softly, looking at his slightly frowned brow.

"It's okay." Ming Siran raised his eyes and glanced at the road ahead, and said lightly: "Go straight to the villa."

"Yes."

Forty minutes by car, Ming Siran returned to the villa at nine o'clock in the evening.

"Then, Mr. Ming, you should rest earlier. I'll leave first." The assistant was a little relieved when he saw that he didn't look like he had drunk a lot, but Ming Siran was in a bad mood today, but he also noticed it, but unfortunately this But it is not in the scope of his control.

Ming Siran gave a hum, took off his jacket, stretched out his hand to unlock the cufflinks, and walked elegantly towards the kitchen with his long legs.

Seeing him coming back, the puppet immediately came over and meowed at his feet, clingy and cute.

Ming Siran took the cat food and poured it to him, and then gave him water again. Seeing his head almost buried in the rice bowl, he slightly curled his lips.

The little puppet has grown into a big puppet, with fluffy and beautiful hair. When Ming Siran touches his head, it rubs his fingers and is very relative.

Ming Siran looked at it for a moment, then straightened up, walked to the sofa and sat down.

He took the phone from the pocket of his trousers and glanced at it.

There was no rosy phone call.

After a while, Ming Siran locked the screen of his phone, rubbing his slender fingers on the body, his expression as smooth as water.

In fact, he got used to it during the countless long days of separation.

It's just that people are like this, habit is one thing, and unavoidable hope is another.

He closed his eyes.

Over there, the satiated puppet cat jumped on Ming Siran's lap and nestled affectionately on him.

"Meow~"

The light in the living room was very bright, illuminating people's skin color even more white. Ming Siran sat on the sofa and played with the cat for a while, then got up and walked upstairs with his long legs.

Pulling off his tie casually, he walked into the bedroom and walked into the bathroom habitually.

It was quiet all around, and Ming Siran entered the bathroom without squinting, followed by the sound of pattering water from the bathroom.

At this moment, the door was suddenly opened gently from the outside, and a thin, white foot fell on the carpet. She entered lightly, glanced in the direction of the bathroom, and then walked to the soft bed. Before, there was a pause for two seconds, and he stretched out his hand to lift the quilt... and got into the man's quilt.

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After taking a shower, Ming Siran only wrapped a bath towel around his waist. He wiped his hair while leaving the bathroom.

After all, he didn't hold back. After he came out of the bathroom, he found the cell phone and dialed the woman's cell phone number.

After a few waiting sounds, it was finally connected over there.

Ming Siran reached out and pressed his eyebrows, and said hoarsely, "Qiaoqiao, I..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the male voice over there, in a casual tone: "Qiao Qiao? Qiao Qiao relaxed and danced on the dance floor. What can you do with her?"

Hearing who was answering the call, Ming Siran curled his eyebrows: "Why are you?"

Luo Zelan curled his long legs, his eyebrows were tightly twisted, and his tone towards Ming Siran at this moment was unprecedentedly indifferent: "If you have something to say, it's all right."

"..."

Ming Siran naturally heard the words Luo Qiao said about relaxing and dancing on the dance floor, and his voice paused, and Luo Zelan was already impatiently waiting for him and directly hung up the call.

Ming Siran looked at the hung-up call and slowly tightened his thin lips.

On the other side, Luo Zelan was covered with grumpy Zelan, threw the phone away and cursed in a low voice.

Ming Siran of his uncle!

...

Ming Siran's eyes fell on the phone, and for a while, he leaned back.

An inaudible sigh overflowed his lips.

The bedroom was extremely quiet, and even breathing seemed to be clearly audible.

Ming Siran didn't have the first time to go to sleep, he took the documents casually and looked through it.

But maybe it was the effect of alcohol. After watching for a while, Ming Siran felt a bit aching in his head. He leaned on the sofa and calmed down for a while, got up, put down the papers, and was ready to go to sleep.

When he came to the bed, he lifted the quilt and lay in.

Almost as soon as he lay in, Ming Siran realized that it was wrong. No, it should be said that after unconsciously glanced at the bed, he should immediately find that it was wrong. Under the influence of various emotions, he was so dull that he did not find the bedroom in the bedroom. There is one person.

Ming Siran's face changed slightly, he suddenly got up and opened the quilt!