The man's long eyelashes brushed her palms, and she paused, puzzled: "Huh?"

Luo Qiao locked the screen of her phone, got up and walked to the bed. She originally wanted to use his account to post directly to Weibo, but after thinking about it, she logged in to her Weibo.

Ming Siran watched the woman typing quickly with a small face, with a very serious appearance. He raised his eyebrows, turned off the hair dryer, and put it back.

At this time, netizens have not slept yet.

The stunning scene of Luo Qiao raising her eyes at the jewellery night banquet tonight was made into a moving picture. Netizens reposted a lot and praised her appearance countless, because of the crown, in a short time, she already had The title of the Princess of Prosperity Beauty.

At this time, netizens discovered that Luo Qiao had posted on Weibo.

Netizens who were expecting her to post a few high-definition beauty pictures in person happily clicked into her account, but unexpectedly discovered that she was directly involved in a three-pass passion.

Luo Qiao V: Some women! You guys will try to send those inexplicable love pictures to my boyfriend! ! I shark you guys!

Netizens:? ? ?

The bewildered netizen didn't realize what was going on. After refreshing her Weibo, she found that she had posted two more.

Luo Qiao V: What he can't see, let your heart be dead!

Luo Qiao V: Ming Siran, is he mine? ! !

Looking at the large number of exclamation marks, Luo Qiao's anger can be felt across the screen.

Netizens posted comments immediately.

【what happened? what happened? Has anyone sent photos of Ming's father? 】

[Wow, who? Whoever sent that kind of pictures to Ming's father? Everyone has a girlfriend who sends those pictures again. If you don't want to be shameless, you should pay them back. 】

[Hahaha Sister Qiao is angry, this woman has forced her to have no passion for three consecutive years. It's about Dad, is she finally excited! 】

【? ? When I saw the last sentence, how did I feel that I suddenly took a bite of candy? 】

[Woo woo is yours! He is yours! My cp is real! 】

Luo Qiao was irritable late at night for three consecutive angers to send pictures to Ming Siran. The possessive tone made netizens take a mouthful of candy by surprise.

In the room, Luo Qiao put her mobile phone on the table after finishing Weibo, and got on the bed angrily.

When Ming Siran came out of the bathroom, she saw Luo Qiao lying on the bed silently, with a frowning appearance.

He took his cell phone casually and glanced casually.

The first thing that came into view was Luo Qiaofa's Weibo. When he saw the third one, he had a lazy expression and gave her a look, then raised his eyebrows.

Luo Qiao closed her eyes and calmed down, feeling a piece of the other side of the bed sinking.

The man turned off the bedside lamp and the room became dark.

Stretched out her hand and held her in her arms, Luo Qiao pushed him away: "Go away and go away, I don't want to hug you!"

Ming Siran smiled, "What's the matter?"

Luo Qiao ignored him and turned her head to the other side.

In the darkness, I felt the man slowly leaning towards her, with a low and **** voice: "Qiaoqiao..."

Luo Qiao's ears were a little itchy by his call, and the man's finger fell on the back of her neck, and then she began to slowly slide down.

"Don't do anything for me!"

The man didn't listen at all, his actions were lazy.

As far as the butterfly bone was, Luo Qiao couldn't help but shrank down, "Ming Siran!"

At this moment, Ming Siran's lips replaced her hands and landed on her skin. Luo Qiao was so excited that he wanted to turn her head back, but he pressed her shoulders.