After a while.

His eyes squinted deeply, but his voice was softer, and the low, gentle syllables seemed to wrap around his ears: "Huh? You said, I'm here."

Luo Qiao heard his voice, her tight nerves relaxed a little, she raised her head slightly, and inadvertently saw her face in the car mirror.

The eyes are a little red, and the hair is slightly messy. Although it is not obvious, it can be seen at a glance.

"..."

She moved for a while.

The man came from the phone, light and light, with temptation, but as if afraid of disturbing her voice:

"Qiaoqiao, where are you now?"

Luo Qiao moved her throat, pursed her lips, and looked away: "...I'm buying cakes, and I will go back soon."

The man over there did not speak for a few seconds, Luo Qiao licked the corners of her dry lips, "I'll hang up first."

Without waiting for Ming Siran's response, he hung up the call.

She sat there for a few minutes, stretched out her hand to start the engine, and drove off the road.

In the company, Ming Siran's figure was shrouded in a faint light, and his handsome profile face couldn't see the look.

...

About an hour later, Luo Qiao arrived home with a new cake in her hand.

The woman was wearing a skirt and high heels, with a slim figure and slender ankles. Ming Siran looked over her body. She put on light make-up and a thin layer of lipstick on her lips, making her face more beautiful, like a blooming rose. .

Luo Qiao turned her head and saw that the quiet man sitting on the sofa had been looking at her, her eyelashes moved, "...what's wrong?"

Ming Siran looked at her deeply for a few seconds, got up, rubbed her finger against her lips, and his lazy eyebrows drooped: "New?"

Without refilling, the general lipstick will almost fall off after get off work hours.

Luo Qiao gave a hum, crossed his fingertips, and put the cake on the table.

Ming Siran slid his hand into the pocket of his trousers, and his sloppy eyes fell on her. However, his pupils shrank slightly when he saw the dirt on the back of her skirt.

The breath sank, Ming Siran raised his eyes and looked at the woman's slender back calmly.

"I have something to go out. I won't be back tonight."

Luo Qiao put the cake down and was about to leave, but Ming Siran clasped her waist and pulled it into her arms, pressing it against the man's chest. He smelled good all over, and slowly lowered her head, her **** voice fell on her. In the ears, people's heartstrings were stirred: "Today is brother's birthday."

He looked down at her white face: "Be with me?"

Luo Qiao don't open her eyes: "It's really something."

With his fingers clasped her waist, Luo Qiao couldn't break free and looked at him with some force.

Ming Siran's pair of peach blossom eyes were as deep as the sea, staring at her for a long while, bowed his head slightly, and rubbed the tip of her nose lightly.

...

An electric current jumped up Luo Qiao's back in an instant, her eyelashes trembled, she couldn't help but suffocated her breathing, and she ducked aside.

The man put her in his arms and smiled in a low voice, "OK?"

"Not good." Luo Qiao pushed him away, his cheeks were tainted with heat, don't open his eyes: "I'm leaving!"

Without waiting for him to speak, she walked out of the house quickly.

After a while, Ming Siran withdrew his gaze from the direction she had left, walked to the table, and opened the cake she bought.

A delicate cake with a smiley face painted on it.

Ming Siran cut a piece to eat, and at the same time made a call with his mobile phone.

The voice is low and calm: "Go and check, Qiao Qiao's travel route today, I will see all the monitoring records."

Soon, there was a respectful voice from his subordinates.

"Yes, Mr. Ming."

The taste of the cream melted in the mouth, and it was slightly sweet.

...

Luo Qiao drove all the way to the villa where Wu Xia Rui Ze was.

Wu Xia opened the door for her and raised her eyebrows lightly when she saw her expression, "What's the matter? Is this angry?"

Luo Qiao: "Check someone for me."

Rui Ze raised his head from the computer, his slender fingers supported his glasses: "Who?"

Luo Qiao's voice was cold: "Jiang Qingyu."

"Oh..." Wu Xia stretched her tone: "That's the woman who performed well in the movie "Crazy Road" and looks pretty good, right?"

Luo Qiao's icy gaze swept over, with a dangerous tone: "Good-looking?"

Wu Xia shivered involuntarily when she met her gaze.

"..."

Luo Qiao squinted and sneered: "Can her face look good?"

Wu Xia swallowed her saliva and said hurriedly, "It's not pretty...not pretty at all, it's ugly."

Luo Qiao retracted her gaze, hummed and said nothing.

Rui Ze couldn't help but smile, "It's okay to check for you. Our group of people just happened to be idle lately, but what are you going to check for her?"

"Experiences, weaknesses, network resources." Luo Qiao said simply and neatly: "I will check everything that can be found."

Wu Xia looked at her: "What happened?"

Luo Qiao's beautiful face was colder than ever before, and he glanced at him: "Did you not see it? That **** completely angered me. If you don't tear it to the end, I wrote Luo Qiao's name backwards!"

Wu Xia: "..." Okay.

...

Late at night, in the M.Q club.

Fu Jiuxiao and Qin Shimo brothers celebrated Ming Siran's birthday.

There was a huge cake on the table. Qin Shimo lit the candle, glanced at the man leaning on the sofa, and said, "Birthday star, come and blow the candle."

Ming Siran raised his eyelids and glanced at him lazily, in a light tone: "Am I your girlfriend? Isn't it disgusting."

"..."

Xie Chen glanced at her and raised his eyebrows: "Luo Qiao is back, why are you still alone on your birthday this year."

Qin Shimo sneered: "Did you not see it? Sister Qiaoqiao ignored him."

Sitting aside, Fu Jiuxiao's long legs were elegantly folded, and he hummed, "Tsk, pitiful."

"..."

A few people say a word to me, Ming Siran put his head on his hands, holding his mobile phone, and didn't bother to talk to them.

...

Halfway through, Fu Jiuxiao came out to smoke.

He lighted his eyes with a cigarette in his mouth, unbuttoned his cuffs, supported the railing with his hands, and inadvertently glanced down from the second floor to a familiar figure.

He paused his gaze, and after a few seconds, his dark eyes narrowed.

...

Andai stepped on thin high-heeled shoes, her whole body was cold. At this moment, she was protecting the girl behind her and staring at the man coldly and said, "Who are you touching!"

The man on the opposite side had a wry smile, "I can look at her when I touch her." Then he looked at her up and down with an extremely nasty look, and laughed: "Why, watching you dress like this, you want to be touch?"

Ande's temper, how could she stand it, she went up and slapped the man directly.

"Snapped!"

That fierce slap made people's ears numb.

The man who was beaten by him felt that his mouth was full of blood in an instant. He rubbed the corner of his mouth, cursed an swear word, and raised his hand: "Bitch, who the **** are you beating..."