Chapter 496： Pretty cute (2/2)

assistant Manager:”……”

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Of course, the assistant did not dare to let Ming Siran roll in according to Luo Zelan's original words. When he walked outside, he respectfully invited in this important guest who was also a big boss.

”Manager Luo is waiting for you inside.” Opening the door for Ming Siran, the assistant whispered.

Ming Siran was full of noble and lazy temperament, didn't say anything, and walked in with his long legs.

With a glance from the assistant's corner, they saw these two celestial-looking bosses in the same frame, which was really seductive.

Ming Siran walked into the office, glanced over Luo Zelan, and wrote lightly: ”Brother Zelan is looking for me?”

Luo Zelan didn't look at him.

Ming Siran didn't think about what response he could give, and walked to the sofa and sat down leisurely.

When Luo Zelan handles the work, he sits and waits by himself, with his long legs elegantly overlapping, as if he is in his office.

It was not until half an hour later that Luo Zelan finally finished his work. He glanced at him coldly and said: ”Qiao Qiao said that you said that, is it true?”

Those words to praise him?

Ming Siran thought of Luo Qiao's advice last night, raised his eyebrows slightly, and then casually said, ”I said, what's the matter?”

He held a magazine in his hand, and when he said this, he looked even bigger than the owner of his office.

Luo Zelan nodded and smiled. The smile was very cold. He said, ”Just admit it.”

Ming Siran sneered lightly, and said lazily: ”Dare to say something that I dare not admit.”

Luo Zelan watched him for a few seconds, slowly closing the pen in his hand.

good very good.

He put the pen into the pen holder, his voice couldn't hear his emotions: ”Then let me ask again, why do you think so?”

Why do you think so?

Co-authoring this has to let him praise him specifically?

Ming Siran tutted, closed the magazine, glanced at him, and thought lightly, this brother Zelan is really narcissistic.

He threw the magazine on the table, lazily speaking, not knowing how perfunctory he was: ”behavior, character, everything.”

Luo Zelan's face instantly resembled a thousand-year-old snowfield, as cold as it was about to freeze. He stood up, unbuttoned his cufflinks, and walked towards Ming Siran.

He sneered and repeated what he had just said: ”Oh? All?”

All make him think he likes men.

The man has wide shoulders and long legs with perfect proportions. He came to Ming Siran in a few steps and said, ”Ming Siran.”

Ming Siran raised his eyelids and slightly curled his thin lips. His long legs were still overlapped. Looking at him, there was no sign of getting up. He lazily said, ”What?”

Luo Zelan leaned down and approached him for a few minutes, his eyes were very dangerous, and his voice was low and cold: ”Do you want to die? Huh?”

”...” Hearing his tone, Ming Siran raised his eyebrows slightly, and then he lazily said something like this: ”Is Brother Zelan's personality so arrogant?”

Being praised is also angry.

He looked at his delicate and indifferent iceberg beauty face, with a lazy expression, as if he had eaten a bear-hearted leopard's guts, and he said, ”It's pretty cute.”

Kind, pretty, ok, love.

These four words fell into Luo Zelan's ears, and the blue veins on the man's forehead jumped fiercely. For a moment, it seemed that he suffered the greatest mental injury in his life.

And it happened that the assistant also pushed the door in at this moment. Hearing this sentence, his scalp instantly tightened, as if he had heard something serious that he shouldn't have heard, swallowed his saliva, and then silently closed the door for them.

There was a soft bang.

Luo Zelan turned his head, glanced in the direction where the assistant was leaving, and closed his eyes.

He opened his eyes again, looked at the casual man in front of him, and slowly stood up straight.

Luo Zelan wore a black suit, slender and tall, with abstinence and strictness everywhere.

At this moment, his tongue was pressed against his posterior molars, looking at Ming Siran, and he sneered and said: ”I'm sorry if I don't beat you to death today.”