Chapter 421： Better for you

He whispered, "I am flattered."

When Luo Qiao heard him say this, her heart suddenly became sour and soft. He said that, it made her want to cherish him even more.

Pursing her lips, she unconsciously said out and promised: "I will treat you better and better in the future."

Better better?

Ming Siran raised his eyebrows and said lazily: "Oh? For example."

She looked at his expression, always feeling that his current reaction was an understatement...

She suddenly raised her eyebrows and said in dissatisfaction: "...Why, don't you believe that I want to be nice to you?"

Ming Siran: "Yeah."

He answered simply and neatly.

Luo Qiao suddenly: "..."

She immediately threw herself into his arms, dropped her hand on his thin muscles, twisted him, and threatened: "What did you say?"

Ming Siran looked down at her slightly, looked at her fierce appearance, and laughed softly: "Look, I haven't said anything yet, you are completely exposed."

Luo Qiao immediately stood on tiptoe, leaned to his lips and kissed him, and whispered softly in his ear: "Then I was wrong, I won't pinch you..."

Once she talked sweet words to him, it was so sweet that everyone's heart hurts.

Ming Siran's eyes indulged, there was no way to deal with her.

He stared at her and whispered: "Yeah"

Although he felt that she was more like a whim, she was willing to be like this, and it couldn't be better.

Even if it is a lover, one of the two will definitely love more.

Luo Qiao could feel that he still didn't believe in her that much, and she stretched her hand around his neck and jumped on him.

Ming Siran hurriedly supported her and stabilized her body: "Be careful."

Luo Qiao lowered her head and touched his forehead, with soft eyebrows: "Hold me downstairs, Brother Siran."

She looked like a coquettish without drinking alcohol at the moment, Ming Siran looked at her for a few seconds, and a smile appeared in her eyes: "Okay."

...

Today, the two of them have a rare leisure time, tacitly aside all their work and troubles.

Luo Qiao stood in the kitchen, thinking about what to give Ming Siran delicious.

She walked to the refrigerator, opened it, and wanted to see what was inside.

Ming Siran walked from behind her, he lowered his eyes and rolled his sleeves, and then reached out to get the vegetables and meat from the side of the refrigerator.

Luo Qiao caught a glimpse and immediately patted his hand gently.

Looking at him, Luo Qiao said, "I said that I will cook for you this morning." He came to touch something.

Ming Siran glanced at her and said softly, "Are you feeling sick?"

No matter how careful he is not to hurt her, she still feels a little uncomfortable as a woman in this kind of thing.

How could she let her cook for him.

Luo Qiao stood in front of the refrigerator and shook her head: "No."

Before Ming Siran could speak, she licked her lips, looked at him, leaning toward him with red ears, and suddenly whispered: "I am not tired. After all, it was Brother Siran yesterday that you worked harder..."

Ming Siran looked down at her and did not speak for a while.

Even if he didn't deliberately think about it, because of this sentence, some pictures still flashed in front of his eyes. He looked at her and his eyes became deep.

The air is quiet.

After Luo Qiao molested Ming Siran, without waiting for him to say anything, he quickly took the vegetables and meat from the refrigerator, bypassed him and ran to the kitchen sink.

Ming Siran slumped to his side and moved manually, lowered his eyes and chuckled, and then leaned back lazily against the refrigerator door, his eyes falling on her.

Luo Qiao turned on the faucet and began to wash the vegetables. She was in a very good mood, her lips curled up, and she was still humming softly.

The pleasure that anyone can see.

Ming Siran's eyes gradually softened.

...

Soon after the food was on the table, Luo Qiao looked at the man holding the chopsticks and asked expectantly: "How is it?"

Ming Siran lowered his eyes and tasted the food, then smiled and nodded: "It's delicious."

Luo Qiao unconsciously raised the corners of her mouth and put it in his bowl: "Then you eat more."

The man bathed in the morning light, looking gentle and handsome.

Luo Qiao looked at him with her head supported.

She came back this time and plans to stay for two days, and she will go back two days later.

That huge company cannot lack a manager, at least not yet, which means that she will have a long-distance relationship with Ming Siran for a period of time.

When she thought of this, she suddenly felt very, very reluctant. Even though the transportation and communication are very developed now, after all, she can't see it immediately when she wants to, and she can't touch it.

Sensibly aware of her emotions, Ming Siran glanced at her and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Luo Qiao opened her mouth to him: "Ah—"

Ming Siran smiled in his eyes and fed her a dish she liked.

After the meal, Luo Qiao nestled in Ming Siran's arms and spoke softly with him, but the doorbell rang before the two were warm.

Luo Qiao raised her head questioningly from his arms: "Who is it?"

Ming Siran stood up and was about to walk over to open the door. At this time, someone's voice was already heard outside the door: "Qiaoqiao, it's me."

With a naturally low and cold voice, every word he utters seems to be icy ballast.

Luo Qiao suddenly got excited and sat up suddenly, her eyes widened a bit.

She glanced at what she was wearing now, the man's white shirt with two buttons unbuttoned, and the place exposed was full of ambiguous hickeys. She couldn't even care about wearing her shoes, so she stood up quickly and went upstairs quickly. Run up.

Why is her brother here! !

Ming Siran watched her back running fast upstairs, frowned deeply, and said, "Be careful, don't fall."

I don't know if Luo Qiao heard it, she has quickly disappeared from his vision in a few seconds.

Ming Siran frowned and looked away, walked to the door, and reached out to open the door.

I saw an iceberg-like man standing outside the door, with the alienation that strangers shouldn't enter all over his body. He was wearing a black shirt today, and his two long legs under his suit trousers were straight and slender, which looked particularly seductive.

Luo Zelan's gaze flicked over Ming Siran, the sight like a searchlight, looking up and down Ming Siran.

Ming Siran stood there, facing his critical and indifferent gaze, slowly slipping his hand into the pocket of his trousers.

The man has a lazy posture and a sloppy demeanor. He speaks slowly, with a non-smiling voice: "It's really strange, why is Brother Zelan here?"

Luo Zelan listened to his tone, only felt that his head suddenly started to hurt.

"..." He asked: "Where is Qiao Qiao?"

"She's upstairs."

Luo Zelan glanced at him: "What are you doing upstairs?"

Ming Siran was lazy, as if waiting for him to ask this sentence, raising his eyelids: "I don't know, I should be changing clothes."

Luo Zelan moved for a while, listening to his casual but obviously intimate and ambiguous tone...

He frowned and asked: "You..."

He was vaguely aware of something last night.