His low and alluring breath whispered her name in her ear, " "Qiao Qiao Qiao Qiao Qiao"
Luo Qiao swallowed and felt his warmth. Her fingers landed on his shoulder and she couldn't help but grab his shirt.
Ming Siran moved, his thin lips found her ear, and kissed it lightly, again and again, as if lingering and grinding. "Tell me, what should I do for you to be willing to be with me? Hmm?"
Luo Qiao's fair and slender fingers couldn't help but tighten their grip on her shirt. Ming Siran! she muttered.
"Can you tell me?"
She didn't say anything, but he just chuckled and treated her like a prank. Luo Qiao felt her entire back go numb, but no matter where she tried to hide, his gentle kisses would always land on her brows, the corners of her eyes, her cheeks, her ears, and every other part of her body, causing her to feel a slight itch.
Luo Qiao raised her leg to kick him, but the man seemed to be getting more and more unscrupulous. His fingers were burning hot and his breath was alluring, until Luo Qiao glared at him with a red face."I'm going to get angry if you keep doing this!"
He glanced at her and stopped.
The man's breathing was a little breathless, and his hand was on the side of her face. His face was lazy and handsome. He lowered his eyes slightly and looked at her red face and emotional eyes. A low laugh came from his throat."Okay, then I won't kiss you." He reached out and gently caressed her face. "Don't be angry, Yingluo."
his straightforward and sexy words were like hooks that drilled into her ears.
Neither of them spoke. In the car, he looked at her while she looked elsewhere.
His eyes were so hot that no one could ignore them. The pleasant smell of his body surrounded her everywhere. Luo Qiao swallowed and finally couldn't help but look away and pursed her lips.
A moment later, the man leaned over and pressed his forehead against hers. He chuckled. so you're Nan 'an, Zhenzhen.
His hand found hers, hooked it, and shook it. "Can I have your signature?"
Luo Qiao,"hehe."
He really had enough!
……
The news that Luo Qiao was from the south bank had caused a huge reaction on the internet.
They had thought that she was only rich, but they never expected her to be so talented. What else did Luo Qiao have that they did not know?
Jiang Qingyu's fans no longer dared to show off their talents in front of the pretty fans. Otherwise, they would shoot the script of " reversal " and make them kneel down and call them daddy.
……
Jiang qingyin returned to the apartment.
She walked into the bathroom with a cold aura.
Not long after, the sound of things being smashed came from the bathroom. A series of loud sounds made people's scalps numb.
About an hour later, Jiang qingyin walked out of the bathroom again. She was wearing a soft bathrobe, and her skin was fair. Her delicate face had returned to its usual calm, and there was no sign of her hysteria.
The phone on the table vibrated. Jiang qingyin glanced at it and picked it up.
"You've already lost at the beginning." There was no emotion in the man's voice.
Jiang qingyin's eyelids drooped slightly, and he did not say anything.
"What do you plan to do?"
"This is the last time," Jiang qingyin said.
"What?"
Jiang qingyin took a deep breath and said lightly, " "I said, this is the last time I'll lose to her."
The man on the other end seemed to laugh and said in an ambiguous tone, " "Is that so?"
Jiang qingyin closed his eyes and hung up the phone without saying anything more to him.
She walked to the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of red wine, and poured herself a glass. The red liquid gently swayed in the glass, and as it swayed, it made her expression even more unpredictable.
A moment later, Jiang qingyin picked up the phone from the table, dialed a string of numbers, and dialed it.
"Sister che." The other end picked up quickly.
Jiang qingyin looked at the dark night outside the window and said in a light voice, " "Help me with something."
"Sister che, please speak."
……
It was Ming Siran's birthday that Wednesday.
Luo Qiao picked up the cake that she had ordered and left the bakery. The moment she opened the car door, a dark figure suddenly emerged from the car. Without waiting for Luo Qiao to react, the figure covered her mouth and nose and dragged her into the car.
The man looked at the unconscious Luo Qiao and placed her in the back seat. He took the car keys from her hand, lowered his cap and drove out of the city.
In the dark space, Luo Qiao's hands and feet were tied. She struggled but couldn't break free.
Her eyes were tied with a black cloth, and her surroundings were blurry.
The unknown was more terrifying.
Luo Qiao's eyelashes fluttered. Suddenly, she heard footsteps approaching and her fingers tightened.
Sensing that someone was sizing her up, Luo Qiao subconsciously took a step back. However, the sound of breathing was right next to her, and it was as if she could not escape no matter where she went. Following that, a strange man's laughter rang in her ears. Luo Qiao's scalp tingled as the nightmare from the past overlapped with it. She let out a low scream and her fingers trembled violently.
……
As time passed by, the man looked coldly at Luo Qiao, who was gradually immersed in her own thoughts. He put his hat back on and walked out of the room coldly.
There was something wrong with Luo Qiao's condition. Her breathing was heavy, as if she was trying to hold back something.
It wasn't until more than ten minutes later, when the melodious ringtone of a mobile phone rang, that she was pulled out of the nightmare ...
Luo Qiao moved a little and suddenly realized that the binding on her hands had been loosened and her phone had been thrown not far away.
She reached out to pull the veil off her eyes and looked around, feeling a little out of sorts.
She leaned over to pick up the phone and saw a name flashing on the screen.
Ming Siran-
There was no one around. Luo Qiao walked out and realized that her car was parked not far away. This place should be in the suburbs.
Luo Qiao's hands were covered in dust and her phone was still ringing non-stop. She got into the car and drove at maximum speed, far away from the dark room. Only then did she slowly heave a sigh of relief and lay on the steering wheel.
After a while, her phone rang again. Luo Qiao's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.
It was still his name.
Luo Qiao's fingers moved and stopped at the end of the call button.
……
However, at this moment, she suddenly recalled what he said that night.
I only have you in my heart, from the beginning to the end.
Luo Qiao pursed her lips and her fingers slowly moved to the answer button.
Ming Siran stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the company, his figure tall and slender.
He lowered his gaze slightly, his brows furrowed in worry because Luo Qiao didn't pick up for a long time. Just as he was about to hang up and look for her personally, the call went through in the next second.
The man's brows unconsciously relaxed. His slender fingers tugged at his tie, and his voice had a natural relaxed gentleness as he said softly, " "Why are you only picking up now? Very busy?"
There was no reply from the other end. Ming Siran grabbed his coat from the back of the sofa and placed it on his left arm, then strode out."Do you still remember what day it is today?"
A few seconds later, the woman's slightly hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone. "Si ran, si ran, si ran."
The man stopped in his tracks.