Chapter 390： I really like you, sister Qiaoqiao (2/2)

What kind of ghost movie is this! !

Ming Siran glanced at the thing she kicked down, laughed enough, and lazily said: ”Is that ruined my laptop?”

Luo Qiao disagrees: ”You can't afford to pay.”

”Oh?”

Luo Qiao glanced at him, her eyes curled: ”I have money anyway.”

She looked like this for granted, Ming Siran couldn't help but leaned over and kissed her, smiling low, with gentle brows: ”Why are you so cute? Huh?”

Because I like her, I think she is cute everywhere.

...

In a manor with beautiful scenery.

The maid came out from the kitchen with the meal and walked all the way to Shen Jikong's room. She glanced at the hand guarding the door of the room and whispered: ”Has the master not come out yet?”

The subordinate glanced at the closed door and shook his head slightly.

Since returning to the hotel where Miss Luo Qiao lives, the master has never come out of the room again.

”The master hasn't eaten anything lately, so I have to find a way to let the master eat a bit.”

Since Miss Luo Qiao left, the master hasn't eaten a good meal, and the lights in the room are often on all night. If you don't eat or sleep, your body will be worn down sooner or later.

He shook his head and glanced at the talking maid: ”You don't know the master's temper, who dares to persuade you.”

”...”

The maid reached out and knocked on the door, lowering her voice, ”Master, I made your favorite meal. Would you like to eat a little bit?”

After waiting for a long while, no sound came from inside.

The two looked at each other, and the maid sighed lightly, then hesitated for a while at the door, and could only turn around and leave with the dinner plate.

In the room, the man sits behind his desk, his eyes are looking at the vegetation outside the window, and the slightly lighter pupils can't see any emotions.

What flashed in front of him was the scene of the two cuddling intimately. His fingers on the table moved. Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in his temple. His body slowly supported the tabletop, and he bent down and placed it on the tabletop. The fingers with distinct joints on the upper part were pale, and the back of the hand was bruised.

Gradually, Shen Jikong's forehead oozes a fine layer of sweat, and he buried his head deeply by himself. Because of the pain, his shoulders and back could not help but tremble slightly.

It was so quiet outside that no sound could be heard, and it seemed that he was the only one in the huge manor.

It's not like him, he is the only person from beginning to end.

After a long while, this pain gradually faded, Shen Jikong slowly raised his head, a face with superior facial features was as white as paper.

He calmed down for a long time before he opened his eyes. Those eyes were covered with red blood, and the pale face was lined with them, and his breath became deeper and deeper.

At night, the guards outside heard footsteps coming from inside, and the door to the room was finally opened from the inside.

The subordinate bowed his head respectfully: ”Master.”

The man changed his clothes, quiet and indifferent, with a completely different temperament from Ming Siran.

He didn't say a word, and his subordinates couldn't help but glance at him. The man was expressionless, but the coldness all over his body was even more obvious, and the deep coldness was even more shocking.

”Are they going to leave in these two days?” The man stretched his long legs and cut a suit that fits the body, outlining the coldness of his body.

Naturally knowing who they were referring to in the master's mouth, the subordinates hurriedly said: ”Yes. I was going to leave yesterday, but because of Ming Siran's health, it was delayed.”

Shen Jikong's eyes were calm and waveless, and he said lightly: ”Since it has been delayed, then don't leave.”

The subordinates heard what he meant and were taken aback: ”But where is the chairman...”