Chapter 242： Do I have a boyfriend? (1/2)
Who knows this sentence?
The barrage seemed to have been agreed, and they all sent out:
[My boyfriend. 】
[My boyfriend. 】
[My boyfriend. 】
...
Luo Qiao: ”...”
She sat down on the soft sofa next to her and raised her eyebrows: ”Boyfriend? Do I have a boyfriend?”
[It started, she started to be proud again. Here @明爸爸】
[Listen to this, can you bear it? @明爸爸】
[Hey, hey, I don’t know who it is. We had to hold hands, hug, and kiss during the live broadcast. It was all we remembered wrong, didn’t Qiao sister? 】
[Should I push her onto the bed at this time to clean up? What do you say? @明爸爸】
Looking at these barrage, Luo Qiao: ”...”
She brushed her hair casually: ”Oh, you said that, you are drunk, you can't take it seriously. It's too early. Let's end today's live broadcast. Goodbye everyone.”
After ignoring the outcry from barrage netizens and the rows of question marks, she turned off the live broadcast.
On the side, Rui Ze took the game controller and passed the level cleanly. Hearing Luo Qiao's words, he came slowly: ”Bad brother Siran is so miserable...”
Luo Qiao: ”...”
...
In the evening, Luo Qiao returned home.
Ming Siran has returned from the company, and is watching with a mobile phone in his hand.
His slender legs overlapped gracefully and his posture was lazy. He didn't look up when he heard the sound of her opening the door.
At this time, Luo Qiao, who bowed her head and changed her shoes, just heard a sentence from her phone: ”Boyfriend? Do I have a boyfriend?”
she was:”……”
Ming Siran raised his eyes and glanced at her at this time, but there was an unspeakable emotion in his lazy eyes.
Luo Qiao stepped into the house after changing her shoes.
The man's sight followed her all the time, and the voice of the live broadcast on the phone continued.
”...You said that, you are only drunk, you can't take it seriously...”
When Luo Qiao passed by Ming Siran, she heard him humming lowly, in a dangerous tone that made people's ears numb.
She paused.
Ming Siran put down the phone and got up, walking towards her with his long legs.
He came to her, slipped one hand into the pocket of his trousers, and looked down at her: ”Sister pretty.”
”...” Luo Qiao raised her face: ”What?”
She has a small face that is white and delicate in the light, and her long eyelashes drop a small shadow on her eyes. She lifts her chin and looks deliberately aggressive, looking proud and charming.
Ming Siran looked at her carelessly, and took a step closer to her, with a soft, soft voice in his voice: ”Don't want your brother anymore?”
Luo Qiao couldn't help but took a step back. He reached out and put his arm around her waist and took her into his arms.
”...”
Looking down at her, the man slowly said: ”I went back to the old house to see Grandpa today. I didn't expect to find something interesting in my room.”
Luo Qiao looked at him uncertainly.
Then he saw Ming Siran free up his hand and took out a letter from his pocket without any haste.
This letter is obviously a few years old, and it has not been opened. The color is pink, and there is a lovely love painted on it.