Chapter 447： Press and rub on the ground (2/2)

As Ming Siran wrote, he felt a shadow shrouded in front of him, and the pen in his hand was taken away.

He raised his eyes.

The woman's hair was hanging down slightly across the desk, her eyes were watching him, and she said softly, ”It's late, Brother Siran.”

She said: ”It's time to sleep...”

Ming Siran's gaze fell on her face, and she stretched out her hand to gather her drooping hair, her eyes clear.

Luo Qiao looked at him for a few seconds, then leaned in to kiss him.

She put her hands on the table and leaned forward. Ming Siran's white fingers fell on the back of her head. After a few kisses, the force he buckled on the back of her head unconsciously increased, and Luo Qiao was kissed to her body. She felt weak, her hand suddenly didn't hold her back, and she rushed forward.

The two suddenly knocked, Luo Qiao suddenly wrinkled his face in pain.

”Ah... your tooth hit me...”

Ming Siran's movements paused slightly, and he couldn't help laughing lowly and sexy. Without letting her move, he pulled down her hand and looked down to check where she was knocked by him. His voice was soft and gentle: ” Then show me...”

Luo Qiao put her hand down and let him look obediently. At this position, she was slightly higher, her eyes lowered, and she could see the man's smooth face and beautiful lips.

My heart is too soft.

At a very close distance, Ming Siran's thin and hot breath spread on her face, her face was stained with heat, Luo Qiao couldn't help reaching out to touch him, she touched his ear.

Ming Siran pulled down her little paw that took advantage of her, pinched her chin and raised it slightly, staring at her lips, and frowned slightly: ”It seems a bit swollen.”

It's just a little bit, not a big problem.

Luo Qiao hums: ”Then you have to make up for me...”

He raised his eyes lazily.

Luo Qiao looked at him.

Ming Siran looked at her for a few seconds, his eyebrows lightly raised, he didn't say anything, and then stood up, took her hand and walked towards the bedroom.

As soon as he arrived in the bedroom, his articulated fingers fell on his shirt buttons.

Luo Qiao blinked and looked at him.

Ming Siran looked down at the woman, his movements were slow, lazy and elegant, he untied the buttons on his body unhurriedly, as if he was admiring her, as if admiring her.

His eyes fell on her face, not for a moment, as if it were real, slowly moving down.

Luo Qiao can't describe it, only knows that it is a man's eyes, very aggressive, dangerous and sexy.

Luo Qiao, who asked him to make up for it, couldn't help avoiding her eyes. She regretted it a little, coughed lightly, and turned to run.

She knew exactly what she wanted to do with a look in her eyes, moved one step faster, hugged her back by hooking her waist, pressed against her pinna, and a **** sloppy laugh came over: ”Where to run? Ok?”

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Late at night, Luo Qiao, who has a nightlife, has fallen asleep, but netizens who are bald and single are still surfing online.

The later the netizens are more energetic.

Luo Qiao’s live broadcast has too many interesting points, and she is naturally on the hot search when the popularity is high.

#罗俏直播连黑粉#, #三天竞约#, #谁输谁叫爸爸# and so on, the entries keep rising.

When everyone saw that the black fan yelling at Luo Qiao accidentally switched on, and her face was suddenly exposed on the screen, they couldn't help but scream.

They have committed the embarrassing problem again!

Luo Qiao is like the devil himself!

Immediately after hearing Luo Qiao want to bet with people, the black fans also let netizens pick.

Everyone suddenly became interested.

The rich people nowadays are so rigid, I really want to know how she plans to turn those black fans into fans.