Chapter 233： Siran is also called by you? (1/2)

Jiang Qingyu looked at Luo Qiao with a smile, glanced inadvertently, and paused slightly.

She looked at him, and the smile on her face gradually began to freeze.

Ming Siran came from a distance, there was no light, he seemed to be walking in the dark, step by step on the tips of people's hearts.

Jiang Qingyu's breathing was a little difficult. She straightened slightly, turned her head, and swept her hand over the hair beside her ear. It was a subconscious movement.

However, the man didn't even look at her. He even said that as soon as he appeared, only Luo Qiao was in his eyes, as if he was walking towards her.

The familiar, **** low voice smiled slowly and slowly: ”Sister Qiaoqiao, brother is here to pick you up.”

Jiang Qingyu felt that the tip of her heart was slightly tightened by her hands, and a sense of suffocation hit her overwhelmingly. She slowly clenched her lower lip, and the night faded her figure for a few minutes, making her face unclear. Look.

Luo Qiao did not speak, her eyelashes trembled lightly, she seemed to be caught in some memories, unable to extricate herself.

Ming Siran looked at her emotions, moved her brows undetectably, and reached out to shake her hand.

Luo Qiao looked up in surprise, and saw that it was him, and the panic for that second gradually disappeared.

Looking at her calmly in his eyes, Ming Siran squinted slightly, squeezed her hand and pulled her closer, lowered his eyes, and his voice was low and sweet: ”Is it cold?”

Luo Qiao shook her head, thinking of something, and broke free of his hand.

However, Ming Siran did not let go, his eyes were lazy, but with a strong force that could not be rejected.

”Ming Siran!” Luo Qiao looked up.

He hummed softly: ”It's here.”

Luo Qiao's eyelashes drooped slightly, her lips moved, and her voice couldn't tell her emotions: ”There are others.”

Ming Siran glanced at her, and then turned her gaze to the other person in her mouth. Jiang Qingyu felt his gaze come over, and the tip of her heart twitched. She grabbed the palm of her hand and raised her eyes.

After many years, Jiang Qingyu's breathing was tight when he saw these beautiful peach eyes again.

She touched his gaze, opened her mouth, just about to speak, but saw the man looking away directly, so plain, alienated, and even unfamiliar eyes... Jiang Qingyu was shocked, and the emotion deeply buried in her heart was suddenly lost. Picked it out.

She closed her eyes abruptly, took a breath, and said slowly: ”Siran.”

Ming Siran looked lazy, and felt that as the woman fell, Luo Qiao next to him had a slight emotional change. He narrowed his peachy eyes and raised his eyelids lazily. People who know him will know that it is quite dangerous. He said indifferently, ”I know you very well? You called Siran?”

Jiang Qingyu looked at him: ”This is Jiang Qingyu, your high school classmate.”

Ming Siran looked at her for a few seconds, retracted his gaze, looked at Luo Qiao again, and said casually: ”Really, forgot.”

Jiang Qingyu chuckled slightly: ”How could I forget it, we...”

Ming Siran took off his coat, did not look at her, and wrapped Luo Qiao's petite body.

After that, he stood up straight and looked at Jiang Qingyu: ”Do I have to remember you?”

”...”

The air was quiet, and Jiang Qingyu didn't speak for a while.

Ming Siran stretched out his hand to hug Luo Qiao, and asked in a low voice, ”Are you going?”

Luo Qiao nodded.

”Ming Siran.” Jiang Qingyu stopped him from behind.

Luo Qiao paused, and Ming Siran followed her to a halt, turned his head, twisted his brows, and looked slightly impatient.

Jiang Qingyu turned his eyes to Luo Qiao, and slowly relaxed, his tone was light: ”Nothing, goodbye...”