[Fuck! It's Dad Ming! ! 】

[Hahaha Hamming is selling cuteness for attention? So cute! 】

[My girlfriend plays with other men, Ming's father has a little mood. 】

[What kind of black technology is this? A handsome group. 】

[Uuuu, hold high the banner of my Qiaoran! I can really knock for another hundred years! 】

Ming Siran's show operation made the netizens look cute, and directly caused everyone who was still dying for the voice of God K to call Ming Dad, Luo Qiao couldn't play the game, and quickly closed the live broadcast. Han at the other end Jhin pursed his lips while looking at the darkened live broadcast room.

Ming Siran leaned back in the office chair lazily and hummed casually: "The younger brother can only be a younger brother."

...

After get off work in the evening, Luo Qiao sat on the sofa holding the puppet, entered the game, and started a new round of fighting.

Ming Siran passed her with the document and touched her with her long leg.

Luo Qiao raised her head.

The man lowered his eyes to look at her in a **** and frivolous tone: "Why is Miss Sister so pretty today?"

Luo Qiao: "..."

She stuffed the puppet into his hand: "Close your mouth!"

Ming Siran curled his lips and sat beside her, with his long legs folded, flipping through the documents at will. His posture was idle and extravagant, and his body was full of charm.

Luo Qiao couldn't find a friend to play with her tonight, so she chose a free match.

She reached for the fruit plate, inserted a piece of apple and ate it, and her teammate prompted her to open the wheat. When she opened it, the other party asked directly: "Is it a girl?"

Ming Siran glanced in her direction.

Luo Qiao ignored the man and started to charge with the gun.

Luo Qiao didn't respond after a few words, and he was a little bit talked. After a few words of Yin and Yang, he started to concentrate on playing the game.

However, this person's character in the game is not good. He not only snatched Luo Qiao's head, but also robbed her of what she shot down, and finally let Luo Qiao act according to his command.

Luo Qiao saw that his rank was high, so he didn't refute it, but they were attacked as soon as they got to the corner, and this person lost more than half of his blood.

He began to scold people, scolding Luo Qiaocai, silly words and so on.

Luo Qiao was so angry that she was about to spit out fragrance on the spot, but before she could swear, she stretched out a hand beside her and took her notebook.

In a lazy tone, he said: "If you talk nonsense, I will twist your head off, believe it or not?"

The other party was silent for two seconds and cursed: "Fuck, is it a man?"

Ming Siran: "I am your father."

Luo Qiao: "..."

Then the other party began to insult wildly, Ming Siran calmly vomited blood occasionally, and the other party couldn't curse in English, so Ming Siran followed him in English. He changed several languages ​​to harm others and has a **** voice. Speaking local vulgar slang, the strong sense of contrast makes your heart beat soaring.

Luo Qiao looked at his casual and handsome profile, her palms getting warm.

It didn't take long for his teammate to die of his own too much food.

Luo Qiao moved her head over, watched his skillful operation, and asked in a low voice, "Will you play this game?"

Ming Siran glanced at her and wrote lightly, "What can't you play with brother?"

Luo Qiao: "..."

He freed up a hand to squeeze the back of her neck: "Play with your brother in the future, don't look for Han Jin."

Luo Qiao took away his hand and looked at the screen to watch him operate.

Ming Siran was inattentive throughout, even a little absent-minded, but Luo Qiao was very devoted.