Chapter 453： Ming Siran you are gone, let me tell you!

As soon as this statement came out, it immediately attracted everyone's agreement:

[+1, I wanted to say it a long time ago, she is so ah, ah, **** and glamorous rich guy or something, I am willing to bend mosquito coils for my sister! 】

[Several sets of lipsticks are given away, and the overbearing president is cut off. My boyfriend has never treated me so well. 】

[Wow, to be honest, the passerby wants to turn fans...]

No matter how controversial I am, Luo Qiao's popularity is still increasing.

...

On Saturday, Yingya Pictures held a film conference.

As a peer, Luo Qiao, who is also one of the investors, is naturally also invited.

In the villa, Luo Qiao held Ming Siran's arm and looked up at him: "Are you really not going with me?"

This movie also happened to have Ming's investment. She originally wanted to be able to attend with Ming Siran, but she didn't expect this person to go.

Ming Siran sat on the sofa with his long legs elegantly folded, holding a financial magazine in his hand, turning a page from time to time, and let out a lazy hum.

Luo Qiao leaned over and hummed: "Why?"

Ming Siran looked down at the text in the magazine, half-closed peachy eyes, and lazily replied, "Tired, I don't want to go."

"You don't have to do anything, you just need to be by my side."

Ming Siran said without raising his eyes: "That's also tired." He said: "As long as someone talks to me, I'm tired."

Luo Qiao: "..."

She kissed him on the face and said softly, "But I want you to go with me..."

Hearing that, Ming Siran turned his head and glanced at her.

The woman's eyes were curved and her face was fair and delicate. She met his gaze and immediately smiled at him.

Bright and charming.

Ming Siran looked at her for a few seconds, and then stretched out his hand. When Luo Qiao thought he was going to hold him, the man took her off of him.

A light and indifferent sentence: "Don't go."

Luo Qiao: "..."

She frowned: "If I insist on you going."

Ming Siran snorted lazily: "You kill me."

"..." She could see it, this person didn't plan to go out at all this week.

Bastard Ming Siran.

The doorbell rang outside the door, Luo Qiao snorted, ignored him, and walked over to open the door.

It's the team that made her look tonight.

"Miss Luo Qiao, good evening."

Luo Qiao smiled and let go: "Come in."

...

In the villa, Luo Qiao sat in a chair and let the stylist manage her hair.

She glanced at the man sitting on the sofa.

Ming Siran dressed casually. He didn't know when he made a pot of tea for himself. He was in a state of a retired old man who wanted to take advantage of this weekend to relax.

Luo Qiao: "..."

This person is really...

She stopped looking at him, not seeing and not bothering.

After a while, the stylist fixed Luo Qiao's hair. She glanced at her, her eyes were unabashedly stunning, took the mirror and handed it to Luo Qiao, smiling and asking, "Can you see it?"

When Luo Qiao saw the look in other people's eyes, she knew that the effect might be good. She took the mirror and took a look. With this look, even she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.

Two years ago, she still took the line of cold little fairy style, and her makeup was also light. But today, the makeup artist painted her a bright red lips with big waves of scum girl, which made her full of **** spirit. Kind of aggressive and bright.

Even Luo Qiao is consciously...very beautiful.

She curled her lips, put the mirror down, glanced at the man who was still reading the financial magazine, and said, "Siran, look at me quickly."

The man did not lift his head: "Yeah."

"Look at me."

He turned the pages of the magazine: "Pretty."

Luo Qiao: "..."

She stared at him: "You, root, ben, just, no, look, me!"

Ming Siran held his head, her voice lazily smiling: "My pretty is always beautiful."

Listening to this unconcerned compliment, Luo Qiao said, "..."

She found that since Ming Siran chased her, this dog thing has become more and more perfunctory to her!

Not only did he never show his affection, but he was too low-key for two years. The new employees of his company thought he had no girlfriend.

He is less and less sense of crisis!

Luo Qiao squinted her eyes, she rubbed up from the chair, raised her leg and walked upstairs.

Ming Siran you are gone, let me tell you!

She is angry!

The stylists looked at each other, this... Miss Luo Qiao is angry, right? Right, right?

They glanced at a certain man who was sitting on the sofa and hadn't noticed the seriousness of the matter. They coughed and reminded: "Ms. Ming...Ms. Luo Qiao seems to be angry. Would you like to check it out?"

Ming Siran raised his eyes and raised his eyebrows lightly, questioning: "What's the matter?"

"..."

They told him the point that Luo Qiao was angry just now.

After listening, Ming Siran couldn't help but chuckled, "Why, she is always pretty."

Listening to the man's pampering and gentle tone, that Luo Qiao's attitude is of course the most beautiful, several members of the stylist team were immediately hit.

day……

Ming's father deserves to be Ming's father.

Su De is perfectly natural.

But Luo Qiao didn't seem to get this meaning, so they wanted to remind him that after saying a few words, they heard footsteps coming upstairs.

Several people heard the sound and looked forward together.

Seeing Luo Qiao, who had just gone upstairs with anger, changed her clothes and came down. She stepped on high heels, carried her skirt in one hand, and held the handrail of the stairs with the other hand, and then walked down.

After seeing what she was wearing, everyone suddenly took a breath.

I saw a woman in a high slit dress with a hollow back, revealing beautiful back lines, and long wavy hair falling on her shoulders. As she walked, her long snow-white legs were looming, and the temptation was charming, just like a heyday.

The stylist paused and looked at Ming Siran subconsciously.

Ming Siran's eyelids twitched, and the magazine in his hand fell out of his hand with a snap!

Luo Qiao glanced at the man who finally turned her gaze on her body, and hummed in her heart. She has never worn this dress since she bought it. It is the most expensive and most exposed one in her closet. I never found a chance to wear it before, now...

Luo Qiao walked to the living room, fluffed up her long wavy hair, and asked the stylists: "How about this skirt? Does it match this hairstyle?"

How could it be unworthy? It's so beautiful. If you wear this outfit, it will definitely be a famous scene on the red carpet in the entertainment circle in the future. Weibo will definitely blow up tonight.

But... they looked at Ming Siran again.

The man stretched out his hand, picked up the magazine from the ground, and put it on the table.

Then he stood up.