"It's okay..." Luo Qiao coughed lightly and said, "My brother... I have something to ask for you."

Ming Siran raised his eyebrows: "What is he looking for me?"

Luo Qiao: "He just let me call you over anyway."

Ming Siran went to get the cell phone on the table and said lightly: "Then I will call and ask him."

Luo Qiao's eyes jumped and she immediately said: "By the way! I remember, he was looking for you because he missed that..."

Ming Siran held the phone and paused slightly, waiting for her quietly.

Luo Qiao didn’t come out for a long time, her eyes turned around, and she suddenly said, “Aren’t we getting married soon!”

Speaking of the word marriage, Ming Siran paused, and his expression suddenly became a lot more cheerful. He looked at her, his lips curled slightly: "Well... continue."

Luo Qiao lied and didn't write drafts: "Then, I wanted to make your relationship better, so I told my brother that you were complimenting him secretly..."

When Ming Siran heard the words, he couldn't help but slowly raised his brows: "I praise him?"

Luo Qiao nodded his head: "Hmm!"

Ming Siran frowned, with an expression of rejection, and asked: "What did I praise him for?"

"I told my brother, you secretly said that he is handsome, you think he is your idol, is the goal of learning and progress."

Ming Siran: "..."

He put the knife and fork down, leaned back, and sneered: "Does he believe it too?"

Luo Qiao immediately shook her head, and said solemnly: "He doesn't believe me, so I will ask you to ask tomorrow. You must not miss it. This is related to our future happiness."

Ming Siran disagrees.

Luo Qiao held his hand with a sincere expression: "My dear, I really hope that your relationship can improve. You are the two closest to me."

Ming Siran didn't speak, Luo Qiao acted like a baby immediately: "Brother Siran...Brother Siran..."

Ming Siran was so crushed by her that she smiled, "Okay, I know, sit down."

Luo Qiao immediately praised him: "Dear you are so good!"

"..."

After eating, Ming Siran went upstairs to work. Luo Qiao sat down on the sofa and did a big deal. He said to the 089 who came over with the fruit: "My dear, am I very good?"

The little robot immediately said: "Of course the master is amazing!"

Luo Lawless and Qiao, his long legs cocked.

Oh, what Luo Zelan Mingsiran, she hasn't been playing with her.

She, the most, awesome, compelling!

...

The next day, in the spacious and bright office.

Ming Siran ended his work very early this day.

He glanced at his watch, remembered Luo Qiao's instructions to him, and said lightly to the assistant who came from outside: "Prepare the car."

Since Luo Zelan returned to China, President Luo has intentionally or unconsciously started to hand over the company's affairs to him. Luo Zelan is not very interested in this aspect, but President Luo has always been persistent.

Luo Zelan had just finished the meeting in the Roche company building. He heard the assistant knock on the door shortly after he entered the office and sat down.

Without raising his eyelids, he signed the name and said in a cold voice: "In."

The assistant glanced at the too cold and handsome BOSS in front of him, and said, "Mr. Luo, the president of Ming Group said that he wants to see you."

Luo Zelan remembered this.

He paused with the pen in his hand, leaned back slightly, then squinted, and suddenly sneered.

The assistant looked at him inexplicably terrible.

When he looked again, Luo Zelan had already recovered his expressionless expression, and in the next second, he heard an unceremonious sentence.

"Let him roll in."

assistant Manager:"……"

...

Of course, the assistant did not dare to let Ming Siran roll in according to Luo Zelan's original words. When he walked outside, he respectfully invited in this important guest who was also a big boss.

"Manager Luo is waiting for you inside." Opening the door for Ming Siran, the assistant whispered.

Ming Siran was full of noble and lazy temperament, didn't say anything, and walked in with his long legs.

With a glance from the assistant's corner, they saw these two celestial-looking bosses in the same frame, which was really seductive.

Ming Siran walked into the office, glanced over Luo Zelan, and wrote lightly: "Brother Zelan is looking for me?"

Luo Zelan didn't look at him.

Ming Siran didn't think about what response he could give, and walked to the sofa and sat down leisurely.

When Luo Zelan handles the work, he sits and waits by himself, with his long legs elegantly overlapping, as if he is in his office.

It was not until half an hour later that Luo Zelan finally finished his work. He glanced at him coldly and said: "Qiao Qiao said that you said that, is it true?"

Those words to praise him?

Ming Siran thought of Luo Qiao's advice last night, raised his eyebrows slightly, and then casually said, "I said, what's the matter?"

He held a magazine in his hand, and when he said this, he looked even bigger than the owner of his office.

Luo Zelan nodded and smiled. The smile was very cold. He said, "Just admit it."

Ming Siran sneered lightly, and said lazily: "Dare to say something that I dare not admit."

Luo Zelan watched him for a few seconds, slowly closing the pen in his hand.

good very good.

He put the pen into the pen holder, his voice couldn't hear his emotions: "Then let me ask again, why do you think so?"

Why do you think so?

Co-authoring this has to let him praise him specifically?

Ming Siran tutted, closed the magazine, glanced at him, and thought lightly, this brother Zelan is really narcissistic.

He threw the magazine on the table, lazily speaking, not knowing how perfunctory he was: "behavior, character, everything."

Luo Zelan's face instantly resembled a thousand-year-old snowfield, as cold as it was about to freeze. He stood up, unbuttoned his cufflinks, and walked towards Ming Siran.

He sneered and repeated what he had just said: "Oh? All?"

All make him think he likes men.

The man has wide shoulders and long legs with perfect proportions. He came to Ming Siran in a few steps and said, "Ming Siran."

Ming Siran raised his eyelids and slightly curled his thin lips. His long legs were still overlapped. Looking at him, there was no sign of getting up. He lazily said, "What?"

Luo Zelan leaned down and approached him for a few minutes, his eyes were very dangerous, and his voice was low and cold: "Do you want to die? Huh?"

"..." Hearing his tone, Ming Siran raised his eyebrows slightly, and then he lazily said something like this: "Is Brother Zelan's personality so arrogant?"

Being praised is also angry.

He looked at his delicate and indifferent iceberg beauty face, with a lazy expression, as if he had eaten a bear-hearted leopard's guts, and he said, "It's pretty cute."

Kind, pretty, ok, love.

These four words fell into Luo Zelan's ears, and the blue veins on the man's forehead jumped fiercely. For a moment, it seemed that he suffered the greatest mental injury in his life.

And it happened that the assistant also pushed the door in at this moment. Hearing this sentence, his scalp instantly tightened, as if he had heard something serious that he shouldn't have heard, swallowed his saliva, and then silently closed the door for them.

There was a soft bang.

Luo Zelan turned his head, glanced in the direction where the assistant was leaving, and closed his eyes.

He opened his eyes again, looked at the casual man in front of him, and slowly stood up straight.

Luo Zelan wore a black suit, slender and tall, with abstinence and strictness everywhere.

At this moment, his tongue was pressed against his posterior molars, looking at Ming Siran, and he sneered and said: "I'm sorry if I don't beat you to death today."