President Ming's large-scale fan Scene 2

Upon hearing what he said, the netizens on the bullet screen immediately:

【!! I knew he would say that! [ I knew it! ]

[ isn't it just dog food? I'll just eat it! ]

[ I'm covering my mouth and trying not to bark. ]

[ sob sob sob, we all know that you love her a lot. We can all tell! ]

Luo Qiao's hair, which had been standing on end, was immediately soothed by his words. She snorted and couldn't help but smile. She sat up straight and glanced at him, a little smug in her voice, " next time, if you want to praise me, just praise me directly. Beat around the bush, but you still like me a lot!

Ming Siran glanced at her with a smile and said indulgently, " "Yes, you're right."

The interaction between the two not only made the netizens eat a stomach full of dog food, but it also made the staff at the scene feel like a young girl, and they all smiled like aunts.

Everyone's attention was focused on Ming Siran and Luo Qiao.

Shen Mumu hugged Jiang Qiu's arm. When she saw this scene, she was not very happy.

……

As it was their first day, the festival team let everyone rest after the guests finished chatting.

Before they left, the staff of the festival Group stopped their girlfriends and gave them a small task.

you guys have worked hard today. Can you give them a little reward when you go back? "

"What small reward?" vana raised an eyebrow.

"For example, massaging your legs and shoulders? Of course, if the girlfriends don't want to do it, we won't force them, but that boyfriend seems a little pitiful, Yingluo."

Especially when he said the words " not willing to do it, " the staff member's eyes darted towards Luo Qiao.

Luo Qiao was speechless.

What did that mean? Why was he looking at her?

The staff member looked at her carefully. "President Ming performed very well today. Sister Qiao should be willing to reward President Ming, right?"

Luo Qiao: " Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

"Am I right?" The staff member smiled and asked again.

These staff must have been bribed by Ming Siran, so why were they all so on his side?

In order to avoid her boyfriends 'suspicion, she asked her girlfriends to leave after she gave them the small task.

However, before they left, the staff member still shouted at Luo Qiao's back, " "Sister Qiao, you'll definitely do it, right?"

"I know, I know. Of course I'll treat him well!" Luo Qiao replied without turning her head.

He did not know why she was suspecting them. Was she not gentle enough to him?

It was really strange for all of them!

The festival team had prepared four small apartments for the four guests, each with a different style. The art team placed all kinds of musical instruments and a piano was placed in the hall.

The sports team's apartment was equipped with sports equipment, while the idol team took the warm route.

After that, the camera finally cut to Ming Siran and Luo Qiao's apartment.

The comments:

【？？？[ what's with this completely different style? ]

[ brothers, send the word 'upper class' to the public chat. ]

[ hahahaha, did the two daddies secretly give money to the show? Is this an apartment or a Palace?

At this time, as if to explain the obvious double standards, the festival Group gave the show a shot with the words " Ming Corporation sponsors and supports " written on it.

The bullet screen netizens thought,"okay, I understand!"

Luo Qiao caught up with Ming Siran. The man glanced at her and asked casually, " "Why did the festival team call you over just now?"

"It's nothing," Luo Qiao replied. "Oh, Yingluo." She took out an envelope from her pocket and handed it to Ming Siran. this is the reward from the dinner Festival Group for winning.

There was a stack of money in the envelope, which could be used for the mission later.

Ming Siran glanced at it, raised an eyebrow, and placed it on the table.

He loosened his collar and was about to head up to the second floor to take a shower when Luo Qiao glanced at him and called out, " "President Ming."

President Ming stopped in his tracks. When he heard her address him, he turned his head and put one hand in his pocket. He glanced at her with a half-smile and said in a lazy and sexy voice, " "President Ming is here."

"Do you want to do something more comfortable?"

“…………”

Hearing this very ambiguous sentence, Ming Siran was silent for a moment, then asked her, " "What do you mean by comfortable?"

Luo Qiao lifted her chin and pointed at the large sofa in the living room. "Go and lie there."

Ming Siran looked at her for two seconds, then chuckled and said, " "Yingluo isn't too good, so many people are watching."

"Sit over there, hurry up." "I won't do it if it's too late," Luo Qiao rolled up her sleeves.

Ming Siran looked at her for a few seconds, then turned around and obediently walked to the sofa. He lay down on it as she instructed.

The man was tall and had long legs. His shoulders and back were stretched out, so he was good-looking no matter what. When the camera turned to him, a large number of comments floated over.

[ hubby, you have such a slim waist and long legs. I love you so much! ]

[ sister Qiao is killing me with laughter every day. God is f * cking doing something comfortable. What if Papa Ming misunderstands? ]

[ sob, sob, sob. I'm still thinking about what Papa Ming said about 'President Ming is here'. How can this man be so suave?! ] [ how can you do that! ]

Luo Qiao walked over to Ming Siran, then bent down and placed her hand on his shoulder, giving it a few gentle strokes.

"How's the strength?" Luo Qiao asked.

"That's it?" Ming Siran asked lazily.

"You can tell me where you're feeling uncomfortable,"

Hmph! Ming Siran snorted, " I feel uncomfortable all over.

Luo Qiao pretended she didn't hear him and went up to him to give him a good massage.

She did not know where she touched, but the man chuckled and dodged to the side.

Luo Qiao noticed it immediately, and her cat-like eyes lit up. She leaned over like a little demon and said, " "Are you ticklish?"

Ming Siran had a bad premonition, but Luo Qiao's little claws had already reached out to him. Her soft hands touched his waist, and she was about to ravage him.

Ming Siran dodged to the side, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not avoid her. He chuckled and turned over, his peach-shaped eyes red as he warned her, " "Luo Qiao."

"Aren't you feeling uncomfortable all over?" Luo Qiao asked.

Ming Siran stared at her without blinking. The moment Luo Qiao's arm moved, he immediately grabbed her hand. His nervous look made Luo Qiao burst out laughing.

She leaned over and touched his head. "Why are you so cute, brother Siran?"

Ming Siran's clothes were slightly disheveled from his earlier actions. To tickle him, Luo Qiao had pulled his shirt off and the lower hem was lifted up. The man's eyes were red and his peach-shaped eyes were covered with a layer of mist, making him look like a demon.

In the netizens 'impression, Ming Siran always wore a shirt and suit pants, looking noble and lazy. They had never seen him like this before.

At this moment, all of them were dumbfounded.

Especially now that the hem of Ming Siran's shirt had been pulled open, revealing the lines of his abdomen.