Luo Qiao, who was lying on the carpet, heard the footsteps getting closer, and then felt her body lighten, and she was hugged from the ground.

The man's low and tight voice sounded from the top of his head: "Where does it hurt?"

How does she hurt?

Luo Qiao immediately covered her stomach: "Stomach hurts."

Ming Siran frowned and put her on the sofa, "I'll call the doctor over."

He had just turned around to leave, and his fingers were caught suddenly. The woman's fingers were slender and soft, and her voice was low and soft: "Don't see the doctor."

"..."

Ming Siran turned his head and looked at her with deep eyes.

Luo Qiao has red lips and fair skin, pure and pleasant, watching him with eyes, pursing her lower lip, and gently: "Don't go."

do not go.

"..."

The air was quiet, as if even breathing was clearly audible.

Ming Siran's eyelashes quivered, his eyes could not show emotion, and he didn't speak for a while.

Luo Qiao gently hooked his finger in her direction, and said a little coquettish voice: "Okay?"

...

A few seconds later, Ming Siran stared at her, his voice a little dumb: "Didn't it hurt?"

Luo Qiao blinked: "I'll be fine in a while."

She hooked him again, like a fairy: "Huh?"

Ming Siran: "..."

After watching her for a long time, the tall and slender man finally bent over and sat down beside her.

Luo Qiao breathed a sigh of relief quietly.

The puppet jumped on the sofa and nestled at her feet. Time passed quietly, and the hands of the clock pointed to eight o'clock.

Half an hour passed.

Ming Siran asked her again: "Does it still hurt?"

Luo Qiao: "It hurts."

He got up: "Then I'm going to call a doctor."

Luo Qiao quickly hugged his arm: "It's better, it's better!"

Seeing him frown, she immediately said: "Would you like to rub it for me? Just rub it."

Ming Siran's eyelids twitched and looked at her suddenly.

A pair of eyes are dark and deep.

Luo Qiao: "..."

She pursed her dry lips and lay down.

Ming Siran was silent for a while before sitting down again.

The man's fingers were slender and clean, and the palms were dry and warm. He slowly covered her abdomen through the clothes and rubbed gently. Luo Qiao couldn't help but tremble. This feeling is really... terrible.

Women's bodies are soft, especially the abdomen.

Ming Siran took a breath, stretched out his hand and tugged his tie, unbuttoned a button with his free hand, and the **** apple knot rolled gently.

After a while.

He couldn't help it, hoarse, and whispered her name: "Qiaoqiao..."

Luo Qiao deliberately recognized her face and didn't want to listen.

"You really." He paused, and his low laughter penetrated his ears: "It's so soft..."

After enduring it for a long time, he finally said it, his lazy eyebrows burst into a smile, infinitely attractive.

Luo Qiao wanted to scratch him, her face was stained with heat, and she kept her eyes closed.

...

After a while, the man retracted his hand and walked to the kitchen to pour hot water for her.

...

Luo Qiao quickly took out her mobile phone and sent a message to Sun Te: How is the solution?

Special help Sun responded quickly: "Sorry, President Luo, it will take some time."

It will take a while...

Ahead, Ming Siran came here with a water glass, Luo Qiao hurriedly hid the phone.

Ming Siran put down the water glass and saw that she was better, and said: "Qiaoqiao, I will go back to the company. I have an important contract to sign. I will come back to accompany you after signing."

After speaking, he went out.

Luo Qiao was anxious in an instant, immediately jumped off the sofa, rushed over and hugged him directly from behind.