The last counterattack (3)

Luo Qiao's heart skipped a beat and she looked up.

The man looked at her. His face was delicate and his eyes were deep.

Her fingertips moved.

Ming Siran's fingers slid down and he held her hand. The two of them went upstairs.

At his request, Luo Qiao took out her cell phone and explained the details of what happened that year to his subordinate. The investigation would take time, and while waiting, Ming Siran sat in his study, not saying a word.

Luo Qiao looked at him and scratched the skin under her eyes. She stood up guiltily and said, " "I'm Yingying!"

Before she could finish, he glanced at her expressionlessly. "Sit down," he said.

"Yingluo, okay."

The study room was exceptionally quiet. Luo Qiao slowly reached out to pick up the fruits from the fruit platter.

She picked up a cherry and ate it. She glanced at the man beside her and took another one. "Do you want to eat?"

The woman's fingers were fair and tender, pinching the bright red cherry. They were fair and beautiful. Ming Siran glanced at her indifferently, not saying a word.

She kept her hand up, but he didn't take it.

A few seconds later, Luo Qiao pursed her lips awkwardly. Just as she was about to retract her hand, the man lowered his head and opened his mouth to bite the cherry in her hand.

His lips touched her fingertips. They were soft and warm to the touch.

Luo Qiao's heart felt as if it had been tickled by a cat. It was so ticklish that she retracted her hand with a whoosh and couldn't help but gently rub the spot where he had touched her.

“……”

She asked him to eat, but she didn't say she was going to feed him.

After he finished eating, Ming Siran was still expressionless. He casually picked up the documents on the table and started reading.

He waited for three hours until Luo Qiao was feeling drowsy before his phone rang again.

Ming Siran put down the document in his hand and glanced at the caller ID calmly. His long fingers swiped and he answered the call.

"President Ming, we've found the surveillance footage from that year. The person in charge of that hotel changed and we wasted some time. I'll send it to you now."

Ming Siran hummed in acknowledgment and took the laptop. Not long after, the surveillance footage was sent over and he reached out to open it.

Luo Qiao looked at the surveillance footage on the screen.

In the long corridor, Jiang qingyin's snow-white arms were wrapped around the man, and she was looking at her.

The man's back was facing her, and his posture was calm and Noble.

In that instant, the past flashed past her eyes. Luo Qiao watched the surveillance footage of her turning around and leaving, feeling a little lost.

Ming Siran was a man with a back that looked 90% like his. After she left, he tilted his head slightly. From this angle, his face was not very clear, but the part that was exposed was obviously not Ming Siran.

His long fingers tapped on the pause button, and he glanced at her. "This is me?"

Before Luo Qiao could say anything, a chat box from his subordinate popped up again. also, regarding the key that miss Luo mentioned, we've asked the relevant staff and they said that there was a case of a missing key that year.

These few words reflected in his eyes, and all the truth became clear at this moment.

"President Ming, if miss Luo wants to know the details, we can bring her over now," the underling continued.

"Do you need it?" Ming Siran asked, looking at her expression.

"Yingluo doesn't need it."

so, my dear ex-girlfriend Yingluo, " Ming Siran's nonchalant tone was filled with a sense of shame that would make anyone feel like dying from embarrassment. back then, when you saw me hugging another woman, not only did you not come forward to fight, but you ran away? "