And at this moment, on the other side of the bed, the woman was lying there with black hair strewn over the bed, making her face more white and delicate. She opened a pair of black and white eyes, her eyes were slightly bent, and she greeted him softly. : "Good evening, brother Siran~~"

The voice is soft and soft, like a goblin that only hooks people.

Ming Siran suddenly stopped.

For a moment, he thought he had hallucinations.

Until Luo Qiao got up, smiled and said to him: "I'm back."

Ming Siran's eyes moved slightly before he slowly recovered, and raised his eyes to look at her.

The room was very quiet. Ming Siran didn't speak for a while. Luo Qiao blinked and met the man's dazed expression. She couldn't help shaking her hand in front of him, and laughed: "What's the matter, what are you in a daze? "

Ming Siran's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his eyes were dark and deep like overturned ink. He caught her shaking hands in front of him, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Pretty?" determine.

The man's fingers were slightly cold, in sharp contrast with her warm hands that had been stuffy in the quilt for a long time.

Seeing that he couldn't recover, Luo Qiao looked straight at herself, and thought of the recent period of time because she wanted to come back today and was busy with work and was left out of him. She couldn't help but leaned over to his face. He kissed and said softly: "Well, it's me..."

The moment her words fell, the man's fingers tightened suddenly and he pulled her into his arms!

His strength was a little out of control, and Luo Qiao almost hit his solid chest.

She was taken aback for a moment, and then reacted, bent her eyes and stretched out her hands to wrap around his waist, her voice was relaxed, and she couldn't help but ridicule: "What's the matter, Brother Siran, how happy to see me?"

Ming Siran didn't tease her as before. He pressed her into his arms, buried his head in her sweet hair, and used a lot of strength with his arms.

The more he didn't speak, the more he could feel his ups and downs. Luo Qiao wanted to get up from his arms and look at his face at the moment, but he didn't let it, his hand pressed her back, breathing a little tight .

Luo Qiao remembered what day it was today, and his expression moved slightly, so he no longer worried, just let him hold himself.

After about two or three minutes, Ming Siran recovered. He let go of her and looked at her with low eyes, his voice still hoarse: "Why are you coming back?"

Luo Qiao figured out some things, and her mentality was a lot easier at the moment, especially looking at his appearance at the moment, her heart was soft, she couldn't help getting closer to him, her voice was soft, and her voice was soft and soft: "I miss you."

I miss you.

Ming Siran looked at her steadily, as if she couldn't react to what she said.

Luo Qiao looked at him like this, and for a moment she wanted to laugh, but recalling his feelings for her, that smile faded and she felt very distressed.

She leaned over and kissed the corner of his lips again, with a warm voice: "I only got off the plane an hour ago, and I haven't eaten dinner yet."

Ming Siran looked down at her and said softly, "I'll do it for you."

He quickly got up from the bed and went to change clothes.

Luo Qiao stayed on the bed, her eyes moved, and then sneaked out a box of small things from her pocket, looked around, thought for a while, and finally hid under Ming Siran's pillow.

She coughed lightly against her lips and touched her neck, her white earlobes were a little red at the moment.

Ming Siran got dressed and came out, and saw Luo Qiao who was staring in a certain direction while staying on the bed, and said, "What's the matter? What are you thinking?"

Luo Qiao quickly recovered, looking at the perfect face of the man Qingjun, she always felt that the heat on her face suddenly deepened. She avoided his eyes and got out of the bed, "No, nothing."

Ming Siran glanced at her, his eyes fell on her bare feet, frowning without a trace, then turned back to the cloakroom, took a pair of soft and clean slippers, he walked in front of her, bent down, and personally gave She put it on.

Luo Qiao held his shoulder with his hand, and looked down at his focused eyebrows. She only felt that the last hesitation in her heart was gone at this moment. She hugged him the moment he got up and said softly: "Brother Siran Why are you so good."

Ming Siran naturally held her waist and laughed, his voice is always sloppy and lazy: "Since you think your brother is good, then marry your brother."

A sentence that has formed a habit, naturally did not expect any response from her.

And Luo Qiao naturally did not speak as always.

Ming Siran didn't mind, but he seemed to hear her murmur vaguely while holding her hand: "I will give you something else today..."

He glanced at her suspiciously, and Luo Qiao had already looked away, without seeing anything else on her face.

Ming Siran was stunned, suspecting that he had heard it wrong, and quickly withdrew his attention.

Coming downstairs, Ming Siran rolled up her sleeves to cook for her, Luo Qiao sat at the dining table with her chin supported and looked at the man's tall and straight back, with two slender legs lightly touching the ground.

The expression is gentle and smiling.

After ten minutes, Ming Siran made a simple dinner and brought it up, then pulled a chair away and sat opposite her and watched her eat.

Luo Qiao was indeed hungry too, watching the food he cooked, appetite was very appetizing, and she immersed herself in eating.

Ming Siran looked at her with a smile unconsciously, and leaned there lazily, except that, unlike when he was on the wine table, the coldness of his body disappeared at this moment, and some only remained gentle. And rambling.

The temperature in the empty villa was increased by Luo Qiao's return.

Ming Siran looked at her for a moment, and after a while, saw her put down her chopsticks and said, "Are you full?"

Luo Qiao took the water glass and sipped it, nodding by the way: "Yeah."

Ming Siran looked at her for a moment, got up, and packed up the things on the table: "Then go upstairs and go take a bath first."

Luo Qiao put down the cup, followed him, and hugged him from behind: "Then I will work hard, Brother Siran."

Although Ming Siran didn't know what happened to Luo Qiao today, perhaps it was sympathy, or she was in a good mood, but it was undoubtedly a good thing for her to be so close to him.

He bends his lips: "Go ahead."

Luo Qiao turned around and ran upstairs, ran for two steps and then turned around. She went to her room first, opened the closet and took the clothes she wore next to her.

She chose that row for a long time, hesitated about the color, and finally stretched out her hand, chose the one with the least fabric, wrapped it in her arms, and sneaked upstairs.

Entering Ming Siran's room, she went directly to the bathroom and closed the door with a slam.

When Ming Siran went upstairs, listening to the patter of water in his bathroom, he looked surprised for a moment.