"Ok."

"How about breakfast?"

Ming Siran turned around, walked to the desk and simply sorted out the information: "Stop eating, I'll talk on the plane."

Luo Qiao watched his beautiful back, Qingyue, and walked over after a short pause.

She helped him tidy up and muttered something in a small voice.

Ming Siran didn't hear clearly at first, and raised his head: "What?"

Luo Qiao raised her voice and said every word: "I said, you are leaving this morning, why don't you wake me up sooner!"

I have to wait until now, it's all right now, only half an hour is left.

Ming Siran stopped and looked at her.

Opposite, the woman pursed her lips lightly, frowned and arranged things for him, her forehead was smooth and full, her cheeks were slightly bulging, and she looked a little unhappy.

Ming Siran looked at her like this, and his heart moved slightly. He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, "It was decided temporarily, and you looked tired yesterday, so I didn't call you."

Luo Qiao raised her eyes, staring at him with black and white eyes: "Then if I don't wake up, will you sneak away?"

He stared at her scorchingly, his mood was inexplicably happy, and his voice was low and charming: "What's the matter, I'm so reluctant to leave?"

Reluctant to...

Luo Qiao glanced at him and frowned: "Have I said that?"

What do you think.

He didn't speak, just smiled softly, peach blossom eyes seemed to have a hook, Luo Qiao was blown up by his smile, pushed his face away, turned and walked out: "I'm so annoying, hurry up and take care of you!"

He stood up straight, tilted his head slightly, and said in a loose and pleasant voice: "Are you not helping me?"

His response was the sound of Luo Qiao closing the door.

Ming Siran bent his lips, said nothing, lowered his eyes and continued to clean up.

However, Luo Qiao didn't go out for long this time, and soon returned, with a food container in her hand.

Ming Siran watched her stand in front of her, her voice softly said to him: "The food on the plane is not good, and your stomach is not good. Remember to eat a bit on the road, even if you eat less, you must Fill your stomach."

Ming Siran's dark and beautiful peachy eyes stared at her for an instant without speaking.

A man has a sense of presence when he looks at people without saying a word. When Luo Qiao couldn’t help but touch his face, he finally moved, reached out his hand and took the food container silently, then lightly Put it gently on the table.

Luo Qiaogang was going to continue to exhort her, but her wrist suddenly tightened, and the whole person was pulled over by him and hugged it into her arms.

Feeling the man's body temperature, Luo Qiao's voice paused slightly and stopped talking.

The woman is slender and has a soft waist. It feels very good to hold it like this. Ming Siran rubbed her neck lightly, and her **** voice rang out: "Sister Qiaoqiao is thinking about it, when will you marry me?" Ok?"

Luo Qiao was itchy by his neck, and she leaned back unconsciously: "...it's too early to get married now."

"early?"

Luo Qiao: "Well, I'm still young."

Not knowing which word in her sentence was poked into the laughter, Ming Siran chuckled softly, even shaking his chest.

Luo Qiao didn't know why he laughed, but knew that he was not thinking about something good. He was a little bit irritated by his smile, and her face was serious: "What are you laughing at, am I not small or big."

She is only twenty-three years old, and it is indeed early to get married now.

Ming Siran just let go of her slightly, his gaze fell on her, he looked at her without a trace, pursed his lower lip, and said hesitantly: "But I think it's already big..."

Luo Qiao noticed sensitively that when he was looking at her, his eyes stopped in front of her chest for a longer time, and this sentence was also said by looking at her.

Luo Qiao:! ! !

She stretched out her hand to pinch his waist, Ming Siran hid aside, smiled deeper, looking at her with a pair of peach blossom eyes that seemed to be filled with intoxicating wine, hugging her and chuckled softly: "That's it. Be good."

...

Time passed quickly.

Luo Qiao sent Ming Siran out of the hotel and watched him get in the car.

The window of the car was lowered, revealing the man's impeccable face, his eyes fixed on her, and he said warmly: "I'm leaving."

Luo Qiao stood there with her arms around her chest and nodded after hearing this.

It's unavoidable to be empty in my heart when they are close to each other.

However, there are still a lot of things waiting for her to deal with. She must not go back with him now, and it is impossible to go back even in the short term.

Looking at his expression, other emotions are inevitable.

She didn't care about what he was teasing her just now, and waved to him: "Be careful on your way."

Ming Siran looked at her without moving, and called her name after a moment: "Qiaoqiao."

"Ok?"

The man's voice is low: "Come here."

Luo Qiao came closer to him and bent down: "What's the matter?"

Ming Siran didn't speak, stretched out his slender white hand, pressed the back of her head, and kissed her in the car.

The bodyguards and subordinates around turned away, as if they didn't see anything.

After the kiss, the two separated.

Luo Qiao looked at him, but missed her.

She pursed her lips, her voice was dry and hoarse: "Remember to call me when you get off the plane."

His Adam's apple rolled gently: "Yeah."

"Bye..."

The window rose slowly, gradually blocking Ming Siran's face, until the car pulled out of sight, Luo Qiao slowly retracted his sight and turned back to the hotel.

...

All of Shen Jikong’s assets fall in the hands of an outsider, Shen Bohongling will naturally not give up at the beginning. The next step is your scramble. Luo Qiao has been listening to these business methods since she was a child, so she naturally won’t be afraid of them. But still need to be busy.

At night, Luo Qiao glanced at the phone next to her from time to time while looking at the data in her hand.

But nothing happened.

At more than eight o'clock, she went to pour a cup of coffee, and when she came back, she saw the phone vibrating gently.

She immediately reached out and took it, looking at the caller ID on it, pursing the corner of her mouth, sliding her finger gently, and pressing to answer.

"Hey?"

After more than ten hours of flying time, Ming Siran called Luo Qiao as soon as he landed. He seemed a little noisy, and the voice seemed to be coming from a distant place. It sounded a little vague and suddenly a little heart-stirring. : "I'm here."

The man's low voice reached her ears, and Luo Qiao unconsciously rubbed the wall of the coffee cup, "Tired?"

"It's fine."

The executives of the company came to pick up the plane. While talking to them, Ming Siran responded to her from time to time. When Luo Qiao heard him busy, he said: "Hang up first, then call later."

What Ming Siran said, Luo Qiao did not hear clearly, and subconsciously said: "What?"

After a few seconds, he seemed to walk to a place where no one was there, and the surrounding area suddenly became quiet, and she also heard his words:

"I said, miss you."