The light hits his profile brightly and darkly, and the facial lines are even more sloppy and charming, revealing an unspeakable sexy.

After a few seconds, he chuckled softly.

The attractive laughter is lazy and pleasant.

...

At the end of the film festival awards ceremony, Luo Qiao walked out of the venue. Jiang Qingyu walked behind her and called her aloud: "Qiao Qiao."

Luo Qiao stopped, but did not look back.

Jiang Qingyu stepped on high heels slowly to her side from behind, gently blowing like a breeze in a gentle tone, which made people unconsciously relaxed and comfortable.

"I still want to say it again, you are really amazing."

Luo Qiao glanced at her, her eyes cold and silent.

Jiang Qingyu looked at her, she was slightly taller than Luo Qiao, so she looked like a gentle eldest sister, slightly stretched out her hand, and brushed her somewhat messy hair.

"Much better than me."

Luo Qiao has a sharp chin and a weak voice: "If you are talking about this, you don't have to, because you can see it."

Jiang Qingyu couldn't help but smile slightly: "Yes, that's right, I really can't compare to you." After a pause, she looked at her face and said, "Whether it was before or now."

Luo Qiao was bored with this woman, and she raised her leg to leave.

She stretched out her hand to hold her, and when she watched Luo Qiao impatiently about to wave her away, she said very quickly: "You don't want to know what happened to Ming Siran and me?"

Luo Qiao moved for a while.

Jiang Qingyu looked at her expression and smiled: "Actually...you saw it that day, didn't you?"

Luo Qiao raised her eyes quickly: "What did I see?"

Her tone was cold, and her words seemed to hit people's hearts, quite like her demeanor.

Jiang Qingyu didn't speak for a while, watching her.

Luo Qiao is two years younger than her, but she is a girl who is excellent in everything and is much better than her peers.

She has to stay awake and working hard all the time to improve her homework to a level that others can't reach. And she can easily get the first grade, and she can't even see her reading outside of class, not playing. This one is playing that one, but each of them can be played very well.

Just as good as her is her childhood sweetheart, Ming Siran.

Before Luo Qiao appeared in high school, her classmates often put her and Ming Siran together. People often said that she was a golden boy and a good girl.

The selection of school grass and school flowers is also the two of them every year. They have good homework and good looks. Even the teacher has assumed that they are a pair.

Even she herself sometimes feels that it will be a matter of time to be with Ming Siran.

Until later-

In the class, Ming Siran’s brother put his hand on his shoulder, and said casually: "Siran’s girlfriend is a beautiful, watery, and cute little cat. Siran likes her to death. Everyone Don't mess with Siran, be careful that her little cat becomes fierce, Siran will be unlucky."

Everyone was shocked to discover that the school grass male god, who was loved by countless people, had already been famous.

At that time, her mind was also stunned, and she subconsciously looked at Ming Siran, only to find that he was chuckling with low eyes, which was also happy.

She actually didn't feel much at that time, probably because her girlfriend only appeared in occasional words and didn't see it with her own eyes. She only felt that life was still the same as before, and her relationship with him had not changed in any way.

Jiang Qingyu looked at Luo Qiao's face in front of him.

She suddenly remembered seeing her for the first time.

Not in school, but in the theater.

The little girl waited impatiently, and the still young Ming Siran softly coaxed her, such a gentle whisper, although he is usually lazy and light, but she has never seen him speak so softly, with eyes down. Looking at Luo Qiao, she seemed to be the only person in the world.

She followed in because of a ghost.

There were not many people in the theater, they were sitting in the front row, and she followed them, sneaky like a voyeur. The movie was not very interesting, and it made people sleepy. When she was a little sleepy, she saw Ming Siran kissing her.

The man's eyebrows were focused and meticulous, his eyes narrowed, and his peach blossom eyes were smiling, from her eyebrows to the corners of her mouth.

She couldn't see what Luo Qiao looked like, but she could feel the man's strong possessiveness and affection even far away.

She couldn't help wondering what it would be like to be kissed by such a man.

Since then, she has heard Luo Qiao's name more frequently from his brother. His brother has a good impression of Luo Qiao, and there is no lack of praise in his words, as if only Luo Qiao is worthy of Ming Siran.

This is a treatment she has never had before.

Later, Luo Qiao was one year older and came to their high school.

From then on, no one would say that Jiang Qingyuming Siran was a golden girl, but that Luo Qiaoming Siran was a natural pair.

Two equally good people, equally good backgrounds, and childhood sweethearts, even the woman who chased Ming Siran the most in school felt that it was a dead end to run into Luo Qiao.

Can't win.

How to win?

Most importantly, Ming Siran still likes her.

Yes, I like her.

Everyone can see that Ming Siran likes Luo Qiao, and his likes are unabashed. The teenager has gradually grown into a man, **** and lazy, elegant in his gestures, but his attitude towards the girls around him remains unchanged.

Gentle enough to make people jealous.

She always thought that their relationship could not be broken, until that happened—

"What did I see?" At the exit of the awards ceremony, Luo Qiao stood on the steps and asked again, her eyes sharp.

Jiang Qingyu finally pulled away from the memory, she glanced at Luo Qiao.

Over the years, the girl in front of her seems to have not changed much, she is still proud of her brows, and she is envious of her being so high.

Jiang Qingyu casually gathered the hair that fell to her ears behind her ears, tilted her head slightly, and smiled softly: "I hugged Ming Siran, haven't you seen them all?"

As soon as the voice fell, the girl in front of her lips tightened and her hand hanging on the left side of her body was about to lift.

Jiang Qingyu glanced, the corners of his mouth smiled deeper, and said softly: "Why, you want to hit me?"

Luo Qiao clenched her fingers, breathing slightly.

Jiang Qingyu stood at the wind vent, the evening breeze was not very cold, her figure was more graceful and moving by the long skirt, her every move was amorous, she looked down at Luo Qiao: "I'm very curious, when you broke up with Ming Siran Is it because of me? Or..."

She leaned over slightly and said meaningfully, "Because of other people?"

Luo Qiao's long eyelashes trembled violently and did not speak.

Jiang Qingyu stared at her. After a while, he chuckled and stood up straight.

At this time, there was a car coming not far away, the door closed making a noise, and the slender man walked over with long legs.