Chapter 564： Can you play darts (1/2)

Wu Xia turned his head and saw Ming Siran, his eyes lit up: ”Brother Siran, long time no see.”

There was a bit noisy in the box, and Luo Qiao and Wu Xia didn't notice him just now.

Ming Siran stared at Luo Qiao, and when he heard that he raised his hand and touched Wuxia's head casually, he hummed, and didn't even look at him: ”Long time no see.”

Wu Xia: ”...”

Luo Qiao met Ming Siran's gaze and immediately said, ”I said why my heartbeat suddenly accelerated just now. It turned out that it was my dear boyfriend who came over.”

She hurried over and kissed him: ”Look how I like you so much!”

Ming Siran chuckled softly and listened to her nonsense there. He stretched out his hand and squeezed her face. There seemed to be stars in the drooping peach blossom eyes: ”Better remember what you said.”

Luo Qiao: ”I can't forget!”

Wu Xia's face was shown, and her teeth would be soured by both of them.

Kill the dog, right?

Ming Siran stood behind Luo Qiao. He was upright and handsome, and he asked Wu Xia again, ”What game?”

Wu Xia hummed twice and told Ming Siran what he had just said.

The man raised his eyebrows, then leaned over, Luo Qiao only felt that his hands were empty, and the remaining darts were in Ming Siran's hands.

He stood behind Luo Qiao, raised his hand at the other dart board, and threw several darts in a row, without even stopping in the middle, all of them were in the center of the red heart.

For him, it seemed that the simple mode was directly turned on, and it was completed easily.

Ming Siran held Luo Qiao's chair in his hand, and in the same way as Luo Qiao, looked at Wuxia, and lazily said, ”That's it?”

Wu Xia: ”???”

Luo Qiao responded: ”Super simple.”

Ming Siran glanced at her with a smile, slid his fingers slightly, squeezed the back of her neck, and leaned over, with a loose and **** voice: ”Along with brother, go out and talk for a while?”

Luo Qiao met his beautiful peachy eyes on one side, and couldn't help but bend the corner of her mouth, nod her head, and readily agreed, ”Okay.”

The box was too noisy, Ming Siran took Luo Qiao's hand and went outside to chat.

Wu Xia was left alone. He stood there for a while, took a dart and lowered his head to ponder, this...what's wrong?

After a while, Luo Zelan walked over with a can of wine in his hand.

The man's fingers were slender and distinct, his complexion was cold and white, and he was terribly good-looking. He caught a glimpse of Wu Xia tangling his brows there, making it difficult to make a sound. He asked faintly: ”What's wrong?”

”Brother Zelan.” Because during the time spent in foreign countries, Wu Xia and Luo Zelan had some friendship, and he was naturally familiar, so he immediately asked, ”Do you know how to play darts?”

He looked at the dart board and the position where Luo Qiao had just sat.

Those two are absolutely perverted, isn't he the problem?

Luo Zelan glanced at the dart board, put the wine in his hand aside, took a few darts, and then in the next second, he hit the red heart of the dart board in Wu Xia's suddenly widened eyes.

Luo Zelan's voice is flat, and he always has a low-cold texture: ”It's quite simple.”

Wu Xia: ”...”

Is it because they have a problem or he has a problem? ?

in? Team up? The kind that abuses everyone.