Chapter 447： Press and rub on the ground

Let them pick black powder?

This woman is really arrogant.

Does she think she is very attractive? She is the one who has the most black fans on the entire network. Those two days of crazy marketing have lost all her good feelings in the eyes of netizens. Most of the people who hate her are true feelings. It is not too easy to find a few crazy black fans. .

Just three days to make people turn their fans and call her father?

Dreaming!

However, if she loses, call them father...

The black fans glanced at the live broadcast footage, with a beautiful face and a flourishing face. The old lady is the rich old lady and Luo Qiao, and then they think of what she just did.

If they slap this face severely, press her on the ground and rub her...

That scene... It's so cool to think about it!

The black fans suddenly became a little excited, they were on their heads, and immediately posted the words gambling on the barrage.

Luo Qiao looked at the neatly screened barrage, resting her chin, her eyes curled.

Laughed.

The netizens who knew her looked at her like this, but they felt a little stunned in their hearts.

It's over, it's over...

This woman is about to start again.

They immediately started typing:

[At this moment, the black fans have not realized the seriousness of the matter...]

[Black fans, you are already surrounded by Luo Qiao alone, run! ! 】

[Black fans: Danger. 】

【Black--Pink--People--】

[Hahahaha you people are really annoying! ! 】

Seeing Luo Qiao's state, the old fans didn't worry about her at all, instead they broke an old mother's heart for those black fans.

...

Luo Qiao finished the bet with these black fans. She glanced at the time and guessed that Ming Siran should have a rest at this time, and said: "Okay, it's getting late, I'm going to rest. Goodbye, kids Yeah..."

In the picture, she was fair and beautiful, and tenderly goodbye to everyone, when the children called out, it almost made the bones of the people who listened to it disappear.

That seemingly pampering tone and the gesture that I watched you arguing completely improperly pierced everyone's hearts.

Even the black fans couldn't help but raise their heads and looked at her more.

It's the kind that obviously hates her, yet has to admit her beauty.

And Luo Qiao seemed to know what effect her words would achieve, deliberately teasing them, smiled softly at the camera, and said softly: "Bye bye..."

[Awei is dead! ! I want Ah Wei to die today without a burial place! 】

[Fuck! ! Sister Qiao, what have you experienced in the past two years! Just say it if you want my life! 】

[Sister, you are so beautiful...]

[There is an internal smell, Yuming's father has an internal smell! ! By the way, I miss Ming's father. It has been two years, please call him out and let us Kangkang! ! 】

[What do you mean, who is Ming Dad? 】

...

Luo Qiao did not pay attention to these barrage anymore, and after teasing them, she reached out and turned off the live broadcast.

She took the phone off the holder and then went upstairs.

Pushing open the door of the study, Ming Siran hadn't finished his work. Luo Qiao leaned against the door and looked at her. The man lowered his eyes, signed with a pen in his hand, and looked attentively. He did not find her.

Luo Qiao looked at her for a while, then lifted her leg and walked over.

As Ming Siran wrote, he felt a shadow shrouded in front of him, and the pen in his hand was taken away.

He raised his eyes.

The woman's hair was hanging down slightly across the desk, her eyes were watching him, and she said softly, "It's late, Brother Siran."

She said: "It's time to sleep..."

Ming Siran's gaze fell on her face, and she stretched out her hand to gather her drooping hair, her eyes clear.

Luo Qiao looked at him for a few seconds, then leaned in to kiss him.

She put her hands on the table and leaned forward. Ming Siran's white fingers fell on the back of her head. After a few kisses, the force he buckled on the back of her head unconsciously increased, and Luo Qiao was kissed to her body. She felt weak, her hand suddenly didn't hold her back, and she rushed forward.

The two suddenly knocked, Luo Qiao suddenly wrinkled his face in pain.

"Ah... your tooth hit me..."

Ming Siran's movements paused slightly, and he couldn't help laughing lowly and sexy. Without letting her move, he pulled down her hand and looked down to check where she was knocked by him. His voice was soft and gentle: " Then show me..."

Luo Qiao put her hand down and let him look obediently. At this position, she was slightly higher, her eyes lowered, and she could see the man's smooth face and beautiful lips.

My heart is too soft.

At a very close distance, Ming Siran's thin and hot breath spread on her face, her face was stained with heat, Luo Qiao couldn't help reaching out to touch him, she touched his ear.

Ming Siran pulled down her little paw that took advantage of her, pinched her chin and raised it slightly, staring at her lips, and frowned slightly: "It seems a bit swollen."

It's just a little bit, not a big problem.

Luo Qiao hums: "Then you have to make up for me..."

He raised his eyes lazily.

Luo Qiao looked at him.

Ming Siran looked at her for a few seconds, his eyebrows lightly raised, he didn't say anything, and then stood up, took her hand and walked towards the bedroom.

As soon as he arrived in the bedroom, his articulated fingers fell on his shirt buttons.

Luo Qiao blinked and looked at him.

Ming Siran looked down at the woman, his movements were slow, lazy and elegant, he untied the buttons on his body unhurriedly, as if he was admiring her, as if admiring her.

His eyes fell on her face, not for a moment, as if it were real, slowly moving down.

Luo Qiao can't describe it, only knows that it is a man's eyes, very aggressive, dangerous and sexy.

Luo Qiao, who asked him to make up for it, couldn't help avoiding her eyes. She regretted it a little, coughed lightly, and turned to run.

She knew exactly what she wanted to do with a look in her eyes, moved one step faster, hugged her back by hooking her waist, pressed against her pinna, and a **** sloppy laugh came over: "Where to run? Ok?"

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Late at night, Luo Qiao, who has a nightlife, has fallen asleep, but netizens who are bald and single are still surfing online.

The later the netizens are more energetic.

Luo Qiao’s live broadcast has too many interesting points, and she is naturally on the hot search when the popularity is high.

#罗俏直播连黑粉#, #三天竞约#, #谁输谁叫爸爸# and so on, the entries keep rising.

When everyone saw that the black fan yelling at Luo Qiao accidentally switched on, and her face was suddenly exposed on the screen, they couldn't help but scream.

They have committed the embarrassing problem again!

Luo Qiao is like the devil himself!

Immediately after hearing Luo Qiao want to bet with people, the black fans also let netizens pick.

Everyone suddenly became interested.

The rich people nowadays are so rigid, I really want to know how she plans to turn those black fans into fans.