Chapter 175： Heartbroken (1/2)

Ming Siran was rushed forward by her and leaned forward.

Luo Qiao's face was buried on his back, smelling the clean and good smell of his body, and his heart tightened: ”I said I won't let you go.”

In the long silence, the man's voice became hoarse: ”... pretty?”

Luo Qiao: ”I'm not feeling well, you still go.”

”...”

Luo Qiao: ”What you said before was a lie!”

Ming Siran's apple slid up and down, ”I...”

Luo Qiao interrupted him: ”Are you short of money?”

She freed up a hand, took out her small purse and swish into his pocket: ”I have it, give it to you!”

He seemed flattered, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

In the quiet living room, Luo was unreasonably making trouble and Qiao, wrapped his waist, pressed his back, and hit him with his forehead: ”Si, Ran, Brother, Brother!”

Ming Siran: ”...”

Her head hit him, as if hitting his heart.

...

Ming Siran slowly raised his hand to loosen his tie again, turned around, Luo Qiao confiscated it, and hit his chest with a head.

He snorted, raised his head slightly, a very **** voice, and a low and lingering laughter plucking his heartstrings: ”Brother Siran is really going to die now, I am going to die for you...”

”...”

Luo Qiao buried her head in his arms, her ears were already red, and the consequence of fighting it out was that she didn't dare to look up now.

She could feel that he was looking at her, his sight fell on her as if it were real.

A few seconds later, Ming Siran stretched out her hand, and drew it gently on her small red earlobe. Luo Qiao instantly became agitated, as if there was electricity rushing across her body. His action was more than a kiss. Flicking makes the heart tremble even more.

She raised her head suddenly and met his lazily smiling eyes.