He was slightly startled, and turned his eyes to the side, and saw Luo Qiao was holding a bottle of water against his face. It was the water that had just been taken out of the freezer, touching his cheeks, and it was so cold.

Luo Qiao turned her head and said to the waitress: "Thank you, he doesn't need it."

The waitress was taken aback, and reacted and took a look at Ming Siran. The man was looking at the woman next to her and did not notice her presence.

Realizing the relationship between the two, the waitress flashed her eyes, blushed, and said hurriedly: "Oh... OK."

The two had never been close before. There were three men and a woman living in the hotel. They couldn't see who this woman was related to, and now they finally understand.

The waitress turned hurriedly and left.

As soon as the people left, they were left in the entire space. Luo Qiao moved her eyes, turned her head, and met Ming Siran's eyes.

The man was looking at her, his gaze was as deep as the sea. He stared at her for a few seconds, then his gaze fell on her hand and brought the bottle of water over, his expression always flat.

There was a rest sofa next to him, and Ming Siran walked over with water.

Sat down.

Luo Qiao glanced at him, spent a few seconds, coughed slightly, and walked over.

Rui Ze and Wu Xia played another pool of billiards and they were playing. Ming Siran paid attention to them, unscrewed the bottle cap and took two sips of water, without paying attention to her here.

When Ming Siran is angry, she will become less talkative, but it is not difficult to coax him. When she used to make him angry, she would usually sit on his lap and sway his neck, usually at this time he would lower his eyes. Go to see her, and if she kisses her twice, he can't help but smile slightly.

Luo Qiao's eyes flickered, and she remembered the past again.

Ming Siran drank two sips of water and screwed on the bottle cap, and put it aside, with his elbows propped on his knees, and his eyes fell forward, as if he did not want to talk to her.

Luo Qiao couldn't help but touched her neck, "Siran, about this morning."

When the man heard these words in her mouth, he turned his head and looked at her.

A pair of ink-colored calm eyes seemed to have weight when they looked over.

Luo Qiao's eyelashes quivered slightly, her lips were pursed, and she continued: "What you said, I..."

Before she finished speaking, Ming Siran's cell phone rang, he said a few moments, and then took out the cell phone.

It was a company phone, he flicked his finger, pressed to answer, then got up, stepped over her and walked out with his long legs.

Luo Qiao watched him walk outside, turned her back to answer the phone, her back was tall and straight.

The call was received for nearly half an hour, Luo Qiao leaned on the sofa and watched him walk over and took the coat from the hanger.

Luo Qiao could not help but said, "Where are you going?"

Ming Siran looked back at her: "There is something to deal with at work. Go and have a video conference."

Luo Qiao said, "How long will it take?"

"not sure."

"..."

Ming Siran glanced at her, her voice calm: "I'm leaving now."

Luo Qiao watched him go out, leaned on the sofa behind her, and closed her eyes depressed.

Wu Xia Ruize was still playing billiards, and the two of them were chatting while they were playing, but they didn't lower their voices, as if they wanted her to hear them on purpose.

Rui Ze sighed for a long time: "To be honest, watching Brother Siran ignore someone, why am I so happy?"

Wu Xia nodded his head: "I don't know why, so do I."

Luo Qiao: "..."

Rui Ze: "I hope that Brother Siran can hold on for a little longer this time, and don't let this bad woman easily succeed."

Wu Xia polished the club with clever powder, and his tone was yin and yang strange: "Well, we are men, we just can't be too coaxing, otherwise you look at those women and don't care about you."

Luo Qiao was completely speechless. She took a few billiard **** from the side and threw them at them, "Are you annoying, annoying."

The two of them smiled and avoided. Rui Ze glanced at Luo Qiao who was angry and joked: "Look, I'm used to brother Siran. You can't stand it if you are a little colder to you. If you care about him, you are usually better to others. Ah. Everyone gets tired if they never get a response, right?"

He also agreed that Ming Siran could keep Luo Qiao a little bit colder, otherwise when could this tsundere cat get resuscitated.

Luo Qiao was so angry that she sat up on the sofa and took the billiard cue, "Isn't it about playing billiards? Come and play, today I have to beat you to dad."

"Tsk." Wu Xia rolled up his sleeves and sneered: "Come on, I will fight with you. If I can't win, Brother Siran, I can't beat you."

Fifteen minutes later.

Luo Qiao closed the bar neatly and glanced at Wu Xia lightly: "Huh?"

Wu Xia: "Dad."

Luo Qiao touched his head: "Really good~"

Left Ruize leaned against the billiard table, watching this scene, laughing at the side.

...

Luo Zelan came back very late today. After passing by the hotel lobby, he saw Luo Qiao sitting on the sofa, all around them empty and quiet, and they looked bored.

He stretched his hand and tugged on his tie, raised his leg and walked over, his voice was always low and cold: "Why are you sitting here?"

Just as Luo Qiao wanted to answer, she raised her head, but suddenly caught a glimpse of Luo Zelan's face. She was taken aback and stood up: "Brother, what's wrong with your face?!"

Wu Xia and Rui Ze also looked up.

There were some scars on the corner of Luo Zelan's mouth, which were particularly conspicuous on the cold white skin.

Seeing this scene, Luo Qiao stammered and stopped him: "Brother...Brother, you had a fight with someone? Who would dare to beat you?"

Her brother fighting with others is like the sun coming out from the west.

Luo Zelan didn't react much, and only said lightly: "I encountered a neurosis."

As if he didn't want to say more, he swept a few of them around and saw that one was missing, he couldn't help asking, "Where are Mingsiran people?"

Before Luo Qiao spoke, she listened to Wu Xia sitting on the sofa lazily complaining: "Qiao Qiao has made Brother Siran angry, and she is ignored now."

Luo Zelan raised his eyebrows and looked at Luo Qiao. He seemed a little surprised that Ming Siran ignored Luo Qiao. He chuckled and said, "Oh? Is there anything else?"

Luo Qiao: "..."

She kept her face away and frowned: "I didn't provoke him. It's him who wants to be angry."

Luo Zelan hooked the corner of his mouth. Just about to speak, he saw the hotel staff hurried out. Seeing them, he seemed to have the backbone, and he quickly walked over and said, "Mr. Ming, he seems to be a little uncomfortable suddenly."

Luo Qiao was startled, and immediately raised his eyes to look at the staff member: "Where is it uncomfortable?"

"It seems to be in the stomach, we have already contacted the doctor."

Several people immediately went upstairs. In the hotel bedroom, Ming Siran had his hands against his stomach, his face was pale, and the hair on his forehead had been soaked in cold sweat because of the pain.