When Luo Qiao opened Weibo and saw the comments, she was shocked.
Luo Qiao was speechless.
She had just unwrapped a new phone and threw the box into the trash can. She looked through the comments and felt terrible.
"Why do these people make me sound like a scumbag, Yingluo?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she heard the man beside her sigh softly. sigh, isn't that so? "
Luo Qiao was speechless.
She looked at him.
Ming Siran propped his head on his hand and held his phone in one hand. He crossed his long legs elegantly and looked down at the phone screen, saying lazily, " I'll be thanking the heavens if my ex-girlfriend doesn't block me. I'm still hoping for a response.
Luo Qiao,"hehe."
Seeing that she did not speak, Ming Siran lifted his eyelids and looked at her with his slightly upturned peach blossom eyes. He spoke slowly, his voice lazy and unhurried, " "I don't know when I'll be pampered."
His eyes chased after her like hooks. As his voice entered her ears, his eyes made her heart itch.
When Luo Qiao heard what he said, she immediately looked away and said, " "What nonsense are you spouting?"
The corners of Ming Siran's lips curled up slightly as he looked at her. "Qiao Qiao, come here."
She walked over.
The man put down his phone and reached out to hold hers.
Luo Qiao's fingers were slightly cold, as if she was holding a piece of cold Jade. Her fingers were soft and slender, and her little nails were shiny and cute.
Ming Siran lowered his eyes to look at her, then asked her gently, " "Can you tell me what happened between you and Shen shengkong?"
He could clearly feel her body slightly pause after he asked this question and she looked at him.
Ming Siran looked up, his eyes not forcing her or questioning her, but looking at her gently.
Luo Qiao's eyelashes fluttered slightly, but she didn't say anything.
"Or not him." Ming Siran's fingers inadvertently swept across the back of his hand, and he slowly said, " "Anything is fine, as long as it's about you."
He knew that she had other concerns and secrets, so he wasn't repulsed by her. However, he also knew that if this continued, he would never be able to take another step into her heart. She had erected a wall for him, clung to her bottom line, and maintained a calm state in which she could leave him at any time. She made him feel that she could leave him again at any time, just like when they had broken up.
Luo Qiao's drooped eyelashes concealed all her emotions, making it impossible to tell what she was thinking.
There was a moment of silence in the room. After that, Luo Qiao heard the man's deep and melodious voice ring out slowly, " "Qiao Qiao, do you like me?"
She met his ink-black eyes, and the burning gaze burned her heart, as if it could leave a mark.
Do you like it?
Luo Qiao's throat moved. When her eyes met his, she felt her heart heat up.
He pressed her hand against his cheek. Luo Qiao wanted to pull her hand back, but he stopped her.
He was still looking at her, and Luo Qiao felt like she was being pressed down by his gaze, and she felt a little breathless. Even her back felt a wave of numbness slowly rolling over it like a tide.
His breathing slowed down.
Luo Qiao didn't say a word. Ming Siran asked softly, " "Do you not like it, or do you not want to say it?"
"You don't want to be in a relationship, or you just don't want to be with me?" he asked.
“……”
After a long silence, Ming Siran did not hear any reply from her, but sometimes not answering was a disguised answer. He looked at her for a long time, then slowly retracted his gaze. There was no emotion in his voice as he let go of her hand. okay, I got it.
Suddenly, Luo Qiao felt an emptiness in her heart, as if something had slipped away. She couldn't catch it. She looked up at Ming Siran and saw that his expression was still calm, and she couldn't tell if he was happy or angry. He stood up straight and walked towards the desk. The man's back was facing her, his figure tall and straight, his waist thin. His spotless white shirt was wrapped tightly around his waist, making him look cold and abstinent.
"We're going back tomorrow," he said after a few seconds.
……
After leaving Ming Siran's room, Luo Qiao walked along the hotel corridor.
They had booked the entire hotel. Other than them, there were only the hotel staff. The surroundings were extremely quiet, and even their own footsteps could be heard clearly.
Luo Qiao reached out and pressed the elevator button. As she watched the number on the elevator slowly rise, she blinked a few times.
The phone in her pocket vibrated. She took it out and glanced at it. It was a notification for news and nothing of value. She wanted to turn it off, but she suddenly thought of something and opened Weibo.
Looking at the comments under her Weibo, she scrolled through them one by one. In the end, her finger paused on a comment.
[ it's really tiring to take the initiative for too long. To be honest, it's not easy for father Ming. Who can accept rejection time and time again? people are made of flesh. With father Ming's personality, just because he doesn't show it doesn't mean that he doesn't feel it. Although everyone is joking and telling sister Qiao to cherish father Ming, I really want to say this seriously now. Don't wait until you miss it. There are a few days in life. If you miss it, it will be too late. ]
There were only +1 agreement and support below this comment.
Luo Qiao looked at the comment and her fingers tightened. She looked down and saw the Weibo account of the man who was tagged by a netizen.
@ksjdhkadsV
Until now, Luo Qiao still didn't know the meaning of his mojibake Weibo name, and he had never changed it.
She pursed her lips and tapped lightly on his Weibo.
[ Weibo verified: Ming Siran, President of Ming Corporation. ]
[ fans: 55.67 million ]
[ attention: 1 ]
Luo Qiao stared at the word '1' for a long time. When she opened it, she only saw a Weibo name.
- Luo Qiao V
At this moment, the elevator rang and slowly opened. Luo Qiao walked in, her fingers gently sliding across his Weibo page. There were a few short posts, all of which were about her.
An indescribable feeling suddenly welled up in her heart. As the elevator door closed, this feeling rose bit by bit, making her feel a little uncomfortable.
Luo Qiao suddenly recalled the time when they were still in school. At first, Ming Siran had not agreed to date her. It was only after she had coaxed and pestered him that the man with the indolent attitude seemed to have no other choice but to say " okay " nonchalantly.
Maybe he thought that the little girl was impatient and found it fun, but he couldn't hold on for long.
But she persevered.
Time faded away bit by bit, and even she couldn't remember how she had managed to abduct him step by step. She only vaguely remembered the gentleness in the young man's eyes day after day, and the range that could accommodate her became wider and wider. He let her enter his world, until today.
The elevator descended and the screen went black. Luo Qiao slowly put her phone back into her pocket. When she looked up, she saw her own reflection in the elevator.