Chapter 282： Qiao Qiao sister is good or bad (2/2)

Luo Qiao realized that she was still live streaming, hurriedly turned her head, regardless of the blockade of netizens, raised her hand to turn off the live broadcast.

After turning off the live broadcast, she went to Laminsiran and put her hand on her waist: ”Let go of me.”

Ming Siran now let go, there will be ghosts, watching her chuckle: ”Don't let go.”

Luo Qiao shook his hand hard, but her strength was not worth mentioning to him, she turned her head and stared at him.

Ming Siran raised his eyebrows lightly, just about to speak, but Luo Qiao unexpectedly lowered his head and bit his neck.

Ming Siran snorted, and the hand around her waist tightened a little, and her charming voice had indescribable meaning: ”Wow, sister Qiao Qiao is so bad.”

”...”

...

In the hospital full of the smell of disinfectant, Jiang Qingyu was wearing a hospital gown and sitting on the bed, looking very pale.

When the agent came in from the door carrying something, he saw Jiang Qingyu holding a mobile phone, watching something quietly.

The agent glanced at the screen and found that she was watching Luo Qiaoming's live replay.

She walked over and wanted to remove the phone from her hand: ”Okay, there is nothing to look at. You have to rest now.”

Jiang Qingyu avoided her, coldly avoiding her hand.

The line of the woman's face is soft, but at this moment, the whole body is full of coldness, her thin lips are tightened, and her breath is so cold that she dare not look directly.

Jiang Qingyu stared at the phone coldly.

On the screen at the moment, the man's eyes are gentle and doting when looking at the woman, even if the woman she is looking at is looking down on her and humiliating her.

Jiang Qingyu breathed tightly, fingers tightly gripping the white sheet, and the joints were pale.

Seeing her state, the agent was a little worried, and stepped forward: ”Okay, Qingyu, don't look at it...”

Jiang Qingyu ignored her.

In the live broadcast at this time, Luo Qiao sat down on Ming Siran's lap.

That kind of intimacy.