It was as if the relationship would be completely broken if he stopped taking the initiative to maintain it.
He leaned back and thought about what to do.
He was together with Qiao Qiao, but it wasn't something that he could do alone to return to the state he was in before they broke up.
Under the sunlight, the man was dressed in a shirt and suit pants, and his Adam's apple was sexy.
His eyelashes drooped, his expression lazy and indifferent.
A moment later, Ming Siran sighed softly and slowly shifted his gaze away from his phone.
……
Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, a week had passed.
That day, Ming Siran received a call from old master Ming early in the morning.
After a brief chat about the company, the old man coughed a few times and said in a deep voice, " "How are you today?"
Ming Siran paused for a moment, then said, " "It's been many years, Grandpa. I'm fine now."
The old master Ming had said this because this day, which seemed ordinary to ordinary people, was very special to Ming Siran.
Perhaps it was because of past experiences, when he was young, Ming Siran would lock himself in his room for the whole day on this day, without eating or drinking. He never said the reason, and no one could find out. As he grew up, he no longer did this, but it was inevitable that he would be in a bad mood on this day.
It was only after he fell in love with the little girl from the Luo family that the situation improved. However, the two broke up later and Siran had no one to keep him company again. In the eyes of outsiders, he was a little lonely and pitiful.
"Don't force yourself," the old master Ming said in a low voice.
"Yes, I know."
After hanging up, Ming Siran opened his call log and his finger stopped at Luo Qiao's number. But when he thought of what she had said before, he pursed his lips and put the phone away. He put the phone back into his pocket and strode out of the villa.
He had a lot on his plate that day, and meetings and social activities filled every gap in his schedule, leaving him no time to think about other things.
However, there was still a faint but undeniable haze in his heart, which made him unhappy.
At the table, as they exchanged cups, Ming Siran caressed the side of his cup, his expression light and lazy.
His hand was casually placed on the back of the chair, and his eyelashes were slightly lowered. He looked gentle, but not many people dared to toast him.
After a while, Ming Siran stood up to bid farewell to the customers at the table and left.
He had been busy with social events recently, so he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest as soon as he got into the car.
"President Ming, are you not feeling well?" The assistant asked softly when he saw him frowning.
"I'm fine." Ming Siran raised his eyes to look at the road in front of him, and said flatly, " "Let's go back to the villa."
"Yes."
After a forty-minute drive, it was already nine O 'clock in the evening when Ming Siran returned to the villa.
"President Ming, please rest early. I'll be leaving first." Seeing that he did not look like he had drunk too much, the assistant was slightly relieved. He could tell that Ming Siran was not in a good mood today, but unfortunately, it was not within his control.
Ming Siran hummed in acknowledgment, took off his coat, unbuttoned his cufflinks, and strode elegantly toward the kitchen.
When the little Ragdoll saw him coming back, it immediately came over and meowed at his feet, clingy and cute.
Ming Siran poured some cat food for it, then got some water for it. He smirked when he saw its head almost buried in the rice bowl.
The little Ragdoll had already grown into a big Ragdoll, its fur fluffy and beautiful. When Ming Siran touched its head, it would rub his fingers against it, looking very close to him.
Ming Siran looked at it for a moment, then stood up and sat down on the sofa.
He took his phone from his pocket and glanced at it.
Not a single call from Luo Qiao.
A moment later, Ming Siran locked his phone, his long fingers caressing the body of the phone, his expression as calm as water.
In fact, he had gotten used to it after being apart for countless long days.
However, that was how humans were. Habits were one thing, and an unavoidable hope was another.
He closed his eyes.
On the other side, the Ragdoll cat, who had just finished her meal, jumped onto Ming Siran's knees and nestled on his body affectionately.
"Meow ~"
The lights in the living room were very bright, making the human skin look even paler. Ming Siran sat on the sofa and played with the cat for a while, then got up and strode upstairs.
He casually removed his tie, walked into the bedroom, and habitually entered the bathroom.
The surroundings were quiet. Ming Siran walked straight into the bathroom, and the sound of water could be heard.
At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open gently from the outside. A fair and slender foot landed on the carpet. She entered quietly and glanced in the direction of the bathroom. Then, she walked to the soft bed, paused for two seconds, and reached out to lift the blanket and slipped into the man's blanket.
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After his shower, Ming Siran only had a towel wrapped around his waist. He walked out of the bathroom while drying his hair.
In the end, he couldn't hold back. After coming out of the bathroom, he found his phone and dialed the woman's number.
After a few rings, the call was finally connected.
Ming Siran rubbed his forehead and said in a hoarse voice, " "Qiao Qiao, I'm Qianqian."
Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by the male voice on the other end. He said in a casual tone, " "Qiaoqiao? Qiaoqiao is relaxing on the dance floor. What are you looking for her for?"
Recognizing the person on the phone, Ming Siran furrowed his brows. "Why are you here?"
Luo Zelan crossed his long legs and furrowed his brows. His tone towards Ming Siran was unprecedentedly cold."If there's anything, then say it. If not, I'm hanging up."
“……”
Naturally, Ming Siran had also heard him mention that Luo Qiao was relaxing and dancing on the dance floor. He paused for a moment. On the other side, Luo Zelan was already getting impatient and hung up the call.
Ming Siran looked at the end of the call and slowly pursed his thin lips.
On the other side, Luo Zelan, who was filled with anger, threw his phone aside and cursed in a low voice.
F * ck his father, Ming Siran!
……
Ming Siran's gaze fell on his phone, and after a while, he leaned back.
An almost inaudible sigh escaped from his lips.
The bedroom was extremely quiet, even the sound of breathing could be heard clearly.
Ming Siran did not go to sleep immediately. He picked up a document and flipped through it.
However, perhaps it was the effect of the alcohol, but after reading for a while, Ming Siran felt a slight headache. He leaned back on the sofa to calm himself down, then got up, put the documents down, and prepared to go to sleep.
He came to the bed, lifted the quilt, and lay down.
Almost as soon as he laid down, Ming Siran felt that something was wrong. No, it should be said that after he subconsciously glanced at the bed, he should have immediately noticed that something was wrong. Under the influence of all kinds of emotions, he was so slow that he did not realize that there was another person in the bedroom.
Ming Siran's expression changed slightly. He stood up abruptly and flung the blanket away!