Chapter 415： My pretty (1/2)

During the video call, Ming Siran at the other end was obviously exhausted from successive work. Luo Qiao leaned on the bed, looked at the man's faintly red eyes, pursed his lips, and said softly, ”Ming Siran.”

The man changed his posture, his voice was very low, his tone was casual, but he was extraordinarily **** and beautiful: ”Huh?”

”Don't call me again at night.”

Ming Siran moved for a while, raised his eyes and looked over, with a dark and deep gaze: ”What's wrong?”

”It's too late.” He will be tired.

Ming Siran counted Luo Qiao's time and narrowed his eyes.

It's past eight o'clock, is it late?

Luo Qiao looked at his wrinkled brows and tired look, and urged softly: ”Okay, I'm going to take a bath, you rest early.”

Ming Siran was silent for a moment, looked at her deeply, and after her urging, he finally reached out and hung up, ending the video call.

Here, seeing him hang up, Luo Qiao put down the phone, took the clothes from the closet, and entered the bathroom.

In the next few days, even if Ming Siran called Luo Qiao over, in order not to affect his rest, Luo Qiao just chatted with him a few words and hurriedly urged him to end.

After coming down several times, Ming Siran seemed to know what she meant and stopped calling her every day.

Luo Qiao was slightly relieved.

On Wednesday, Luo Qiao finished her work early. Just after taking a shower and putting on the mask, her phone rang.

She glanced at it, Ming Siran.

Luo Qiao has the final say, four days have passed since he called last time.

Four days...

The mood that was not very pleasant for a few days suddenly improved. The corner of her mouth unconsciously brought a smile, and she tapped her white finger to get the phone.

”Hey?”

Ming Siran's voice was more lazy, hoarse: ”It's me.”

Luo Qiao's voice was brisk: ”You haven't slept yet?”

In the domestic villa, Ming Siran had just returned, his exquisite eyebrows were tainted by the alcohol, and he helped him down the stair railing and stepped upstairs.

The leather shoes stepped on the stairs, making dull noises.

Hearing Luo Qiao's questioning, he hummed, frowned, raised his hand and pulled off his tie, pushed the door and entered the room.

Luo Qiao listened to his movement and couldn't help asking: ”What are you doing? Just came back?”

”Sister Qiao Qiao...”

Luo Qiao was taken aback, and responded, ”I am.”

Ming Siran lay directly on the bed, his spotless white shirt lined him clean and handsome. He half-closed his eyes and whispered a few words softly between his lips. It sounded soft and gentle: ”My pretty...”

...

She was holding the phone, and her heart jumped heavily because of his words.

The eyes seemed to be full of stars suddenly, and he couldn't help but bend.

She responded: ”...Hmm.”

In the villa at this time, Ming Siran moved his fingers, not knowing what he encountered, followed by a series of loud crackling noises.

Luo Qiao was interrupted when listening to the movement on his side, and asked, ”What broke?”

Ming Siran: ”Who knows.”

Listen to his tone...

Luo Qiao finally realized something, ”Siran, are you drinking?”

Ming Siran took off the lamp and didn't know it. He turned over without opening his eyes, still holding the phone, and said in a low tone, ”Well, brother drank.”

”How much did you drink?”

Ming Siran didn't answer, his voice was low and slow, just saying: ”I'm drunk.”