Why?

Why should she have to be teased by her ex-boyfriend? He was so calm.

"..."

Luo Qiao turned around and walked towards Ming Siran.

The man sitting in front of the computer saw Luo Qiao coming back, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked her what happened with his eyes.

Luo Qiao glanced at the ongoing teleconference, walked up to him, stretched out her hand and started to untie his tie.

A hint of surprise flashed in Ming Siran's lazy peach blossom eyes.

His eyelashes trembled lightly and looked down to see her untie his tie.

...But it didn't stop it.

What good day is this today?

The man let her do whatever he wanted, allowing Luo Qiao to untie his tie smoothly. She glanced at Ming Siran, took his hand directly, and tied his two hands with the tie.

Ming Siran:?

He leaned back in the chair, found a comfortable position, raised his chin, and stretched out a **** neckline.

Chuckle.

Wow~

The meeting continued. Someone asked Ming Siran a question. He focused on doing two things, staring at Luo Qiao, but he was very fluent in answering questions.

Luo Qiao tied her tie for a long time, tied her tie tightly, and after making sure that she wouldn't loosen it halfway, she rubbed her wrist and looked at him.

The tied man has a lazy posture, peachy eyes lightly flirting, such a **** person obediently let her behave, inexplicably make people feel abusive.

"..."

Luo Qiao wondered how to deal with him.

She tentatively tugged at his ear first, but Ming Siran didn't respond, and she squeezed his face again.

Ming Siran's eyes followed her, and when she saw that she had tied him up for a long time, she did it, and the corners of her lips were disappointed and lightly pulled.

Gee.

That's it?

However, in the next second, Luo Qiao's hand reached his waist.

Ming Siran was caught off guard to prevent her from coming, his eyes changed slightly, and he immediately hid aside.

Luo Qiao immediately held him, watching Ming Siran's white face quickly stained with crimson, and asked him with her lips: "Take it?"

Ming Siran looked down at her, his sloppy eyes narrowed, and did not speak.

Luo Qiao continued to tickle him, adding some strength this time, and Ming Siran's peachy eyes were slightly curved, and the bottom of his eyes were smiling, shining like water.

"Serve it?" she asked.

Ming Siran looked away.

Luo Qiao raised her eyebrows, huh, her mouth was quite hard.

She rolled up her sleeves, half-kneeled on the chair, and continued to scratch him.

After a while, Ming Siran couldn't help but laughed lowly.

The deep and sweet voice is particularly attractive.

Unlike the smiles he had ever had before, at this moment, the corners of his eyes and brows were stained with temperature, and his eyelashes were slightly drooping, looking gentle and bullying.

Having been his girlfriend for eight years, Luo Qiao would be strange if he didn't know that he was ticklish.

She looked at him and asked softly in his ear: "Is it convinced?"

After a while, Ming Siran met her eyes, stretched out his hand and gently caught her fingertips, with a smile in his eyes, and shook his head to signal her not to leave.

Luo Qiao hooked her mouth.

Go against her!

Because of that laugh, the meeting was interrupted midway, and the other party made a puzzled voice.

Ming Siran coughed lightly, saying that the meeting was going on. His voice was calm and restrained at the moment, but in fact his shirt was slightly messy, his hands were tied, his eyes were red, and he looked like he was being bullied.

Luo Qiao looked at it, and was suddenly satisfied.

She even dared to reach out and hook his chin, winking at him.

harm! Ex-boyfriend teases her, she won’t be able to tease her back.

Who is afraid of whom!

Ming Siran looked down slowly, and his dangerous eyes swept across her white fingertips.