There was everything on the Internet. Luo Qiao was refreshed after posting her Weibo. At this time, the phone vibrated and Ming Siran sent a message, urging her to bring him the file.

Luo Qiao grabbed the file from the desk and raised her leg upstairs.

She opened the door, and Ming Siran had already started the meeting. She paused, stepped lightly, and walked over quietly.

The man was still wearing the suit he had in the company, his fingers were clean and well-knotted, and the buttons were tightly tied to the top one, a rare sense of abstinence.

Luo Qiao put the file next to him, just about to leave, he suddenly hooked his finger.

Luo Qiao:?

She turned to look at him.

Ming Siran didn't look at her, and spoke fluent French with a low and serious voice, but his slender fingers gently scratched her palms.

Luo Qiao: "..."

Although he didn't turn on the camera, as long as she made a little movement, other people could hear him, Luo Qiao could only push him and motioned him to let go.

However, Ming Siran didn't let go. While he was in a meeting, he glanced at her, freed his other hand and dragged a chair over, motioning her to sit down.

"..."

He couldn't break his hand, Luo Qiao gestured to him: "I'm going to shout!"

Ming Siran looked at her with a pair of sloppy peachy eyes, and his thin lips were smiling, as if eagerly.

Luo Qiao: "..."

She sat down on the chair depressed, but before she could sit still, he pulled the chair over, Luo Qiao almost fell in his arms, very close, he held her shoulders with a thin, hot breath Called in her ear, and said to her in a voice that was almost inaudible: "Be good, huh?"

Half of Luo Qiao's face was stained with his breath, and she looked up at him.

He lowered his eyes slightly, looked at her for a few seconds, then suddenly leaned over and kissed her.

Luo Qiao immediately reached out and pinched him.

The person at the end of the teleconference asked a question, Ming Siran smiled on her lips, grabbed her messy hand, and answered in an orderly manner with her still calm voice.

Shameless, shameless, how can this beast be so shameless!

Luo Qiao really wanted to talk to interrupt her remote meeting, but she didn't have his cheeks.

Staring at him for a while, I saw Ming Siran's hand slowly slipping down, intertwining her fingers.

"..."

Luo Qiao turned her face away and pressed her lips lightly.

After Ming Siran answered the question, she lowered her eyes and began to kiss her fingertips. Luo Qiao couldn't help shaking because of his teasing. She wanted to pull away, but was blocked by him.

The man's eyelashes are very long, and the gesture of kissing her finger is quiet and religious.

Luo Qiao felt her strength being taken away a little bit, she bit her lip and moved her eyes away in shame.

Fingertips, fingers, wrists...It was too light to touch, like feathers, and finally Luo Qiao's neck began to turn red, and he stopped the torture.

The meeting was still open, but Luo Qiao couldn't hear what Ming Siran was talking about anymore. She sat there like a red tomato.

Ming Siran looked at her with a smile in Peach Blossom's eyes and shook her hand lightly to signal her to get closer to him.

"..."

Luo Qiao ignored him.

This meeting should last a long time. After a while, Ming Siran obviously started to work. Seeing Luo Qiao sitting dry there, he let go of her hand. The man who had had enough tofu said she could gone.

Luo Qiao: "..."

She got up and walked to the door. She turned her head to see Ming Siran staring at the computer screen intently, and her heart suddenly became anxious.