Jiang Qingyu looked at Luo Qiao with a smile, glanced inadvertently, and paused slightly.

She looked at him, and the smile on her face gradually began to freeze.

Ming Siran came from a distance, there was no light, he seemed to be walking in the dark, step by step on the tips of people's hearts.

Jiang Qingyu's breathing was a little difficult. She straightened slightly, turned her head, and swept her hand over the hair beside her ear. It was a subconscious movement.

However, the man didn't even look at her. He even said that as soon as he appeared, only Luo Qiao was in his eyes, as if he was walking towards her.

The familiar, **** low voice smiled slowly and slowly: "Sister Qiaoqiao, brother is here to pick you up."

Jiang Qingyu felt that the tip of her heart was slightly tightened by her hands, and a sense of suffocation hit her overwhelmingly. She slowly clenched her lower lip, and the night faded her figure for a few minutes, making her face unclear. Look.

Luo Qiao did not speak, her eyelashes trembled lightly, she seemed to be caught in some memories, unable to extricate herself.

Ming Siran looked at her emotions, moved her brows undetectably, and reached out to shake her hand.

Luo Qiao looked up in surprise, and saw that it was him, and the panic for that second gradually disappeared.

Looking at her calmly in his eyes, Ming Siran squinted slightly, squeezed her hand and pulled her closer, lowered his eyes, and his voice was low and sweet: "Is it cold?"

Luo Qiao shook her head, thinking of something, and broke free of his hand.

However, Ming Siran did not let go, his eyes were lazy, but with a strong force that could not be rejected.

"Ming Siran!" Luo Qiao looked up.

He hummed softly: "It's here."

Luo Qiao's eyelashes drooped slightly, her lips moved, and her voice couldn't tell her emotions: "There are others."

Ming Siran glanced at her, and then turned her gaze to the other person in her mouth. Jiang Qingyu felt his gaze come over, and the tip of her heart twitched. She grabbed the palm of her hand and raised her eyes.

After many years, Jiang Qingyu's breathing was tight when he saw these beautiful peach eyes again.

She touched his gaze, opened her mouth, just about to speak, but saw the man looking away directly, so plain, alienated, and even unfamiliar eyes... Jiang Qingyu was shocked, and the emotion deeply buried in her heart was suddenly lost. Picked it out.

She closed her eyes abruptly, took a breath, and said slowly: "Siran."

Ming Siran looked lazy, and felt that as the woman fell, Luo Qiao next to him had a slight emotional change. He narrowed his peachy eyes and raised his eyelids lazily. People who know him will know that it is quite dangerous. He said indifferently, "I know you very well? You called Siran?"

Jiang Qingyu looked at him: "This is Jiang Qingyu, your high school classmate."

Ming Siran looked at her for a few seconds, retracted his gaze, looked at Luo Qiao again, and said casually: "Really, forgot."

Jiang Qingyu chuckled slightly: "How could I forget it, we..."

Ming Siran took off his coat, did not look at her, and wrapped Luo Qiao's petite body.

After that, he stood up straight and looked at Jiang Qingyu: "Do I have to remember you?"

"..."

The air was quiet, and Jiang Qingyu didn't speak for a while.

Ming Siran stretched out his hand to hug Luo Qiao, and asked in a low voice, "Are you going?"

Luo Qiao nodded.

"Ming Siran." Jiang Qingyu stopped him from behind.

Luo Qiao paused, and Ming Siran followed her to a halt, turned his head, twisted his brows, and looked slightly impatient.

Jiang Qingyu turned his eyes to Luo Qiao, and slowly relaxed, his tone was light: "Nothing, goodbye..."

Get in the car.

Luo Qiao didn't say a word, Ming Siran stared at her, with an indescribable expression in her eyes.

Luo Qiao's chaotic thoughts were finally interrupted by the eyes he couldn't ignore, and she had to turn her head: "What are you looking at?"

Ming Siran glanced at her and smiled lazily: "Just in case, I first make it clear that I have nothing to do with any woman except you, mentally or physically."

Luo Qiao endured forbearance and said, "...Did I ask you?"

"Don't ask, I want to say even more." Ming Siran looked down at her and chuckled: "Otherwise, wouldn't I have a chance."

"..."

Luo Qiao turned her head and didn't look at him again.

Ming Siran turned her face away and said leisurely: "What's the misunderstanding? Tell me."

Luo Qiao raised her head sharply, and finally she didn't know why she shut up again.

Ming Siran looked at her reaction: "Do you think I can't believe it?"

Luo Qiao: "...I only believe what I see with my eyes."

"Then what do you see with your eyes?"

"..."

The space is quiet, his deep and gloomy eyes always follow her, whispering her name: "Qiaoqiao."

Luo Qiao still did not speak.

In this situation, Ming Siran said quietly: "My brother is still a virgin."

Luo Qiao raised her head suddenly, her cat's eyes widened slightly, as if she couldn't believe that he could say this sentence without changing his face.

Ming Siran looked at her and chuckled suddenly, in a pleasant tone. He held his head slightly: "What are you shocked?"

Freed a hand, he touched her ear, his finger slipped on her earlobe, and gently pinched: "You are not going to be responsible for this matter? Huh?"

Luo Qiao was made by his words... the whole person was not good.

All the dull blockage caused by Jiang Qingyu just now disappeared completely. She stretched out her hand to pull his hand, but did not pull it away. She only felt that the temperature of his fingers was scorching, and the strength was not heavy, as if following. Rubbed in her heart.

Ming Siran's fingers slid down her earlobes, landed on her face, and slowly moved: "I only have you in my heart, from beginning to end."

He was sultry enough if he didn't talk about love words, and when he talked about love words, his heartstrings quivered and it was hard to fight.

Luo Qiao avoided, his fingers slid down and landed on her neck.

The woman's neck is slender, soft and white, with a secret sensuality. She is not wearing a necklace. The line of the neck is perfectly smooth, extending down to the delicate collarbone.

Ming Siran's fingers slid down her neck all the way.

He was completely unavoidable, his eyes darkened, Luo Qiao couldn't help but lift his hands: "Don't move your hands and feet..."

Ming Siran chuckled lightly and hooked her fingertips, with a loose and **** voice: "What's the move?"

Without waiting for her to speak, he leaned in close, the ambiguous breath brushed her face, stopped when he was only a few steps away from her lips, and slowly laughed, "Move your mouth?"

The next second, without waiting for her to react, he kissed directly.

Luo Qiao stepped back, but he clasped her hand and kissed her firmly.

He didn't let him go until she couldn't breathe and raised her hand to hit him in the chest.