After the meal, Luo Qiao hugged Ruan Qiu and talked for a while, and saw that the clock was pointing at 8:30, and she was ready to leave.

Luo Zelan was taken back.

The man looked down at her: "Where to go?"

Luo Qiao looked dumbfounded: "Go home."

"Apart from this, where else is your home?"

"..."

Luo Zelan's voice was cold: "Are you married to Ming Siran? The place where he is is your home."

Luo Qiao immediately retorted: "I didn't marry him."

After watching her for two seconds, Luo Zelan released her, slipped his hand into the pocket of his trousers, and said indifferently: "That's good. I thought you were really fascinated by him and forgot your surname."

Luo Qiao: "..."

He glanced at her lightly: "Go back."

Luo Qiao didn't move: "My things are still there."

"What are you missing, what I will buy for you, go back."

"...It was originally our home there. The trees I planted with my grandma are still there, and I will not leave."

Just listen to the man sneered and glanced at her: "If you don't leave, what else do you get except for letting him take advantage of you? Is the house given to you?"

Luo Qiao: "..."

Luo Zelan grabbed her wrist and walked upstairs with her long legs: "I will find a way to deal with the house. During this time, you will stay at home and you are not allowed to go anywhere."

Luo Qiao was about to resist, when the mobile phone in her pocket suddenly rang, she hurriedly took out and took a look, it was Ming Siran.

Just about to pick it up, one hand stretched out and took her mobile phone away.

"..."

Luo Zelan pressed the speakerphone in front of her.

As soon as I answered the call, I heard the man's lazy and smiling **** voice: "Sister Qiaoqiao, when will you be back?"

Luo Zelan glanced at Luo Qiao coolly.

The other side looked away guiltily.

Luo Zelan retracted his eyes and said, "Ming Siran."

Ming Siran had a coffee brewing hand. Under the bright light, his features were delicate and his eyebrows were lazy. After hearing this sentence, his peachy eyes were slightly raised, creating a beautiful arc, and humming inwardly: "Listen to this voice, isn't this brother Zelan?"

Luo Zelan was stimulated by his brother to make his temples jump.

Ming Siran leaned on the table and lazily said, "Where is my pretty sister?"

Luo Zelan was completely angry, and the tip of his tongue touched the back molar: "Your sister?"

"Well, tell her that my son missed her." Ming Siran asked the little robot beside him: "Is it, 089?"

The little milk voice of 089 replied cleverly: "Yes, Dad."

Luo Zelan:?

He took a breath, released Luo Qiao, lifted her jaw and unbuttoned a shirt, and said coldly: "Qiao Qiao will not go to you again. Since you broke up, you should not disturb her again."

Ming Siran stirred the coffee: "We used to fall in love, but you didn't agree. We still talked for eight years."

In the quiet living room, Luo Qiao heard Ming Siran taunting his brother in no hurry: "We young people fall in love together. Brother, you can stop doing too much?"

Luo Qiao: "..."

She carefully glanced at Luo Zelan's face. The latter was sneered with anger, and her voice was cold: "Then you can try this time if you can talk about it."

Hanging up, there was deathly silence in the living room.

Luo Qiao swallowed, trying to reduce her presence.

Luo Zelan glanced at her and said lightly: "Go up."

Luo Qiao didn't dare to touch him at this time, and said happily, "Okay."