"Oh, I don't accept all **** endorsements. Tell your eldest lady, next time you want me to be a spokesperson, at least you have to bring a contract of Baoheng's level, otherwise, the old lady will look down upon it!"

"..."

...

After leaving the company, Mu Lan called Luo Qiao with a single call.

There was a quick answer.

Mu Lan said excitedly: "Ahhhhh sister!! It was you who helped me, right! Right!!"

Such a great thing suddenly fell on her, it must be her father Luo helping her!

Luo Qiao: "Happy?"

"Happy!!" Mu Lan stomped frantically, "It feels so cool to be pretending!"

Luo, the CEO, Qiao, chuckles: "Just happy."

"I have already figured it out, a man is a shit, I will work hard in my career in the future!"

Luo Qiao: "Okay, go out on weekends, we..."

Mu Lan waited for her next sentence, but at this moment, a **** and sultry male voice suddenly came out from the receiver:

"Um~ lighter... sister pretty..."

Mu Lan: "!!! Qiao Qiao what are you doing!"

"...I have something wrong here, I'll hang up first and contact you later."

Luo Qiao hung up without waiting for Mu Lan to speak.

Mu Lan: "..."

In the villa.

Luo Qiao was holding the phone, her ears were hot, she looked down at the man lying on the bed, and said, "What are you talking nonsense!"

Ming Siran closed her peachy eyes slightly, the corners of her mouth turned up, and she smiled in a lazy tone: "You are hurting me so you can't let me call?"

Luo Qiao: "..."

Ming Siran hummed softly, propped his chin: "Come on, sister Qiaoqiao, continue."

Luo Qiao wanted to slap him.

She had known that she would not ask him if he needed anything to help him. She was a little guilty of winning the spokesperson contract for Mu Lan, and asked casually, who would have thought he would let her massage.

Feeling the woman's delicate little hand pressing on her back, Ming Siran licked her lower lip, always feeling sorry for the situation if she didn't say something.

He spoke lazily: "Sister Qiao~~"

Luo Qiao made up his mind to ignore him, glanced at the time on the watch, there were still three minutes left.

The man chuckled in a sultry tone: "Why ignore me?"

"..."

He: "Go down one point, don't keep pressing one place."

Luo Qiao pursed her lips and moved her hand down a few points as he said.

Through the shirt, the heat from the man's body is transferred to the fingertips, slightly scorching.

Ming Siran half-squinted his peachy eyes, and said casually: "Continue to the next point."

Luo Qiao moved her finger down subconsciously, but she soon realized his intention, stopped, bit her lip and cursed, "Asshole!"

The man suddenly chuckled, and the laughter rolled out of his throat, sexy.

"Sister Qiao Qiao has become smarter."

Luo Qiao's face slowly stained with heat, this beast.

After three minutes, she immediately removed her hand: "Okay, I'm leaving!"

Just about to leave, he suddenly grabbed his wrist, and his fingertips lingered on her skin, his brows were lazy, like a monster, he slowly said, "Isn't it good to be in love with your brother?"

Luo Qiao's fingertips trembled lightly and raised her eyes to look at him.

Ming Siran's peachy eyes smiled softly, and shook her hand lightly, "Brother promises to treat you very well."

Luo Qiao pursed her lips, her throat was a bit blocked for a while, and she refused to speak, but suddenly she couldn't speak it smoothly.