Chapter 461： Luo·Xiaozujing·Qiao

The night was heavy outside, Ming Siran came from the darkness and stepped into the bright venue.

He was dressed in a suit and was tall and straight, his gaze fell straight on Luo Qiao's body, and his dark eyes stared at her for an instant, obviously he heard what she just said.

Luo Qiao met Ming Siran's eyes, paused, and then raised her eyebrows indifferently. Her expression made it clear that she was saying to him: "You heard it when you heard it. What can you do to me?"

Seeing her attitude, Ming Siran didn't have any special reaction. He touched the buttons of his suit with his well-knotted fingers, and unbuttoned them one by one.

His unbuttoning action is elegant and sexy, but the dangerous aura radiating from his body can be felt by individuals.

The men next to him coughed lightly, and said with a wink: "Mr. Luo, it seems that Ming always has something to tell you. We will talk about it later and talk about it later..."

After speaking, several people immediately escaped.

Luo Qiao disdain: "..." Oh, what are you afraid of!

Ming Siran took off his jacket while walking, and when he walked in front of Luo Qiao, he had already taken off his suit jacket.

The distance is already very close, but Luo Qiao has no plans to retreat at all. She raised her chin, wrapped her hands around her chest, keeping her aura and looking directly at him, it was obvious that she was the most arrogant queen.

But Ming Siran is too high, even if she is stepping on high heels at this moment, it is difficult to keep her eyes level with him, especially as he gets closer and closer, her head involuntarily lifts up.

From a distance, she is not a queen at all.

Luo Qiao: "..." Day.

Ming Siran lowered his eyes slightly, looking at Luo Qiao who was poking straight here, and reached out and put his coat on her.

Luo Qiao was wrapped in him, and immediately struggling like a cat-like cat, twisting and resisting: "I don't want to wear it."

Ming Siran ignored her resistance and fastened her one button after another. He didn't speak, his eyes lowered, it was the kind of silent but full of man’s possessiveness towards women. Su feels bursting.

Luo Qiao’s movements gradually slowed down, her gaze fell on Ming Siran’s face, she could clearly feel his jealousy when she looked at his expression at the moment, she blinked her eyes and said deliberately: “You’re not saying you don’t Come on, didn't you say you were tired?"

Ming Siran raised his eyelids and glanced at her, his tone could not be heard: "Have a lot of fun?"

Luo Qiao couldn't help but cocked her mouth, nodding her head: "Of course."

Ming Siran tidyed up her collar and covered her tightly. Hearing this, he was silent.

Luo Qiao watched his face, twisted her body and broke her hand free. She unbuttoned the button he had just fastened, took off her coat, revealing her large beautiful back, and dented him with a shape, deliberately asking him: "I Isn't **** sexy? Isn't it beautiful?"

The combination of handsome men and beautiful women is eye-catching, not to mention that Luo Qiao's body is very eye-catching. Two young people carrying props passed by. Seeing this scene, their eyes fell on Luo Qiao's cold white and delicate skin, and her eyes were straight. Now, Ming Siran's eyelids twitched, and he dragged the woman into his arms. He coldly glanced at the two people. The two young men were so scared that they hurriedly bowed their heads and walked away. Ming Siran looked down at Luo Qiao in a tone of voice. Unprecedented anger and depravity: "Luo Qiao, you can do it for me!"

Luo Qiao couldn't help but laughed out with a chuckle, her face buried in his chest, her shoulders trembling with laughter.

She raised her head again, her beautiful cat eyes blinked and blinked at him: "Where did I do it?" She blamed him instead: "What are you doing to me so fiercely? You won't accompany me to the movie conference and I'll be a good person. Here comes, without saying anything, do you still blame me for doing it?"

Ming Siran looked at her like this, really wishing...

Especially when he thought that she had been seen so much by countless people, his temples were sore.

He wrapped his coat around her, no matter what her reaction, he directly lifted her up and walked out with a cold face.

Luo Qiao let him hold him, put his arms around his neck, looked at his tight jaw line, and smiled: "Are you anxious? Are you angry? Will you accompany me in the future?"

Ming Siran ignored her.

Luo Xiaozhujing·Qiao, hummed softly: "Eh, I ask you about Brother Siran."

The driver was waiting outside, and when he saw the two people who came out, he immediately stepped forward and opened the door.

Ming Siran threw her in.

It's a bit exaggerated to say throwing, but it's obviously a bit rude compared to the gentleness before.

It is enough to see the ups and downs of his mood at the moment.

Luo Qiao didn't actually fall in pain, because even at this time the man had control, but she cried out in pain, and the beautiful cat looked at him: "It's so rough, Brother Siran."

Ming Siran: "..."

The driver glanced back quietly.

Ming Siran pursed his lips and sat up, closing the door with a slam, and said in a low, cold voice: "Drive."

The driver gave a light cough, responded, and quickly started the engine to increase the speed.

On the way, Ming Siran's cell phone rang.

He slipped his fingers and pressed his eyelids to answer: "Hello?"

Luo Qiao immediately leaned over to listen, but he suppressed her head and pushed aside.

"Ms. Ming, the spread of this live broadcast is too wide, and Miss Luo Qiao's appearance is particularly outstanding. Although the hot search has been removed, the photos are now uploaded on the Internet, and it may be difficult to delete them all."

In fact, the Internet is about to explode now, all of which are all kinds of news from Miss Luo Qiao.

Ming Siran tilted his head and glanced at Luo Qiao.

The other person met his gaze, and immediately smiled, eyes crooked, smiling brightly, it is completely that I am beautiful, and I want to let everyone know my most beautiful proud attitude.

"..." That appearance made people unable to produce any temper.

Ming Siran was angry with her.

He loosened a button, leaned back, his eyes half closed, and for a while, he said, "Okay, I see."

Hanging up the phone, his slender white fingers gently rubbed the phone, his elbows propped up the car window, as if thinking about something.

Luo Qiao rubbed his side a little bit, and his slender white hands crawled onto his slender and tight thighs wrapped in suit pants, gradually moving up.

Ming Siran cast his eyes down at her hand.

Luo Qiao's voice was soft, with an obvious threat: "Do you dare not stay with me next time?"

Ming Siran didn't speak.

Her hand has moved up his thigh a little bit, passed his waist, poked, and asked, "Huh? What about you, Brother Siran."

He caught her messy hand.

The car quickly arrived at the villa where the two lived. The driver said to the two of them: "Ms. Ming, Miss Luo Qiao, then I will leave first."

Ming Siran gave a deep hum, pulled Luo Qiao out of the car, and closed the door with a slam.