The Big Brother’s Little Ancestor, She is Sweet and Wild

Qiao Xinran yelled like this on purpose, her voice was soft and waxy with a hint of coquettishness.

Like ice cream in summer, it has a cool feeling and a sweet and sour feeling.

It's hard to breathe.

Xiang Luoxiao's picturesque eyebrows and eyes were lowered slightly, making it difficult for people to see his expression clearly.

Qiao Xinran watched Xiang Luoxiao lower his head, his eyes flashed, he teased her, she wanted to fight back.

Seeing the two get along so well, Mr. Xiang smiled more lovingly.

"Xin Ran, sit down and have dinner together."

"Okay, Grandpa!"

In front of the old man, Qiao Xinran was always that kind of well-behaved girl.

The eyes are clear and clean, and the whole body also has a clean and pure breath, which is very attractive.

Mr. Xiang looked at the empty bowl in front of Qiao Xinran, and at Xiang Luoxiao beside him, "What are you doing sitting here? Scoop porridge for your sister!"

Qiao Xinran heard Mr. Xiang's words, and hurriedly said, "Grandpa, I'll do it myself."

"You are a girl, so you have to be taken care of, and let your brother scoop it up for you."

Mr. Xiang took it for granted.

Seeing the relationship between the two of them, he felt very relieved.

Before Qiao Xinran returned to his senses, Xiang Luoxiao reached out and picked up the bowl in front of Qiao Xinran according to his grandfather's request.

Then he scooped up a bowl of porridge for Qiao Xinran and placed it in front of her.

Qiao Xinran lowered her head and saw Xiang Luoxiao's hand, which was clean and tidy, with well-defined joints, as beautiful as a perfect work of art placed in a precious window.

But his fingers also seemed to have a sense of strength.

And his skin is cold white.

After putting down the porridge, Xiang Luoxiao took his hand back.

Qiao Xinran's eyelashes trembled, and she whispered, "Thank you...brother~"

Still added the word brother.

Xiang Luoxiao glanced at Qiao Xinran meaningfully, and slightly hooked her thin, cherry-colored lips, smiling lazily, as if she was trying to seduce people's hearts.

"Eat it!"

The corner of Qiao Xinran's mouth twitched, as if Xiang Luoxiao's ulterior motives could see through her.

Those eyes are amazing!

She restrained her emotions, lowered her head and began to eat breakfast seriously.

It was very quiet at the table.

After a while, Mr. Xiang said: "I'm going back to the house, you two have a good meal."

Old Master Xiang said to Xiang Luoxiao worriedly: "Treat Xinran well, she is from our Xiang family."

Xiang Luoxiao said helplessly, "I know, Grandpa!" There was a sigh in his voice.

Qiao Xinran said obediently: "Grandpa, don't worry, I will take care of myself and eat well."

"Good boy!"

The butler accompanied Mr. Xiang back to the house.

There were only Xiang Luoxiao and Qiao Xinran at the table.

Qiao Xinran felt that the atmosphere in the air was a little frozen, and she actually wanted to say that she was full too.

But there was still half a bowl of porridge left, and half of the breakfast on the plate was eaten.

She can't leave half of it and go back!

So Qiao Xinran drank the porridge sullenly.

Xiang Luoxiao said lazily: "Drink slowly, no one will grab it from you, it's not enough, there is still in the basin."

"Ahem..."

Xiang Luoxiao spoke suddenly, causing Qiao Xinran to choke.

She's not that edible.

"Enough, enough!"

When she raised her head, Qiao Xinran met Xiang Luoxiao's eyes as deep as mist, which seemed to have devouring power.

Qiao Xinran suffocated her breath, and she said softly, "I'm actually a bit full!"

When Qiao Xinran spoke softly on purpose, she really gave people a kind of coquettish feeling.

Soft and soft, as if she is really a very well-behaved girl.

But Xiang Luoxiao knew she was not!

This time I want to write a heroine who is a bit of a goblin, very cunning and intelligent, can be sweet or wild, cute or cool, goblin when she should be a goblin, and domineering when she should be domineering.

The male protagonist also has multiple identities, and different identities and different styles give people different feelings.