Chapter 3： Ming Siran (1/2)
At this time, Luo Qiao, who had just arrived home, was caught off guard against a pair of deep and indifferent eyes.
She froze, and the next second, screams resounded through the villa.
”what--”
Ming Siran put on his shirt calmly in the noise, his fingers were white and slender, he buttoned his shirt slowly from the bottom up, his posture was calm and relaxed.
Until the servant came over and asked: ”What's the matter, Miss?”
Luo Qiao pointed at the handsome man in front of him and said angrily: ”Why is he in my room?”
And I haven't put on a shirt yet!
The servant glanced at Ming Siran and hesitated: ”Uh...this...”
Ming Siran put on his watch without raising his eyelids: ”To be precise, it should be my room.”
Luo Qiao: ”???”
Passing her, he stepped on his long legs and went downstairs.
”Ming Siran, stop!”
The phone in his pocket rang, and Luo Qiao took the time to answer: ”Hello? Dad! Why is this **** Ming Siran in our house? How can you just put the animals in?”
The man sitting at the dinner table raised his head and gave her a cool look.
Luo Qiao stared back without showing weakness.
I don't know what the person at the other end of the phone said, Luo Qiao's face gradually changed. She hung up the phone and walked a few steps to Ming Siran, asking in disbelief, ”You bought my villa?”
He said lightly: ”It's been half a year.”
”Are you finally crazy?”
”...”