Inheriting Billions After Being Retrenched

"Grandpa." Luo Qiao delivered the present in her hand and said cleverly: "Happy birthday, I wish you a blessing in the East China Sea, and a longevity."

Old man Ming's gaze swept across the two of them, and he reached out to take the gift, and asked, "I heard you two got back together?"

Luo Qiao waved her hand immediately: "We are not, we are not."

"Oh?"

Father Ming handed the gift to the assistant beside him, rubbed the jade finger on his hand, and said silently: "But how did I see you calling Siran brother in the live broadcast?"

Ming Siran on the side laughed happily.

Luo Qiao's face flushed suddenly.

Old man Ming smiled and said, "Well, you two young people are in charge of your own affairs, and that's also the case. Don't always bully Qiaoqiao."

Ming Siran said slowly: "It's too late to spoil her, how dare I bully her."

Luo Qiao: "..."

Then another guest came over to celebrate birthdays. The two went aside first, and Ming Siran said softly: "I'll help Grandpa entertain the guests, you take a rest first."

Seeing her absent-minded, Ming Siran stretched out her hand and squeezed her face, and asked lazily: "Did you hear?"

Luo Qiao slapped his hand: "I see, I see."

...

Luo Qiao walked out to the courtyard, looking at the surrounding scenery, her mood was a bit complicated for a while.

When they were dating, she ran here every day, and she was already too familiar with it.

Shaking her head to shake off the chaotic thoughts, Luo Qiao took out her mobile phone and opened a small game to pass the time.

However, before long, there was a shadow in front of her eyes, followed by a hand and took away her mobile phone, Luo Qiao raised her head slightly, and then crashed into a pair of pitch-black eyes.

The man's hair was short shaved, his eyebrows were sharp, his face was cold, his thin lips were pressed into a straight line, and he seemed to have no emotional reaction to her gaze.

His eyelashes drooped slightly, his gaze fell on the phone screen, and his slender finger tapped on the interface to help her pass the game casually.

"For many years, I still don't know how to play games." The man's voice was low, his dark and cold eyes looked at her again, and the phone was handed back: "Come alone?"

Luo Qiao watched him for a few seconds before reacting, and said unbelievably, "Han Jin?"

Han Jin stared at her and curled his lips: "Remember me?"

"Of course!" Luo Qiao stood up in surprise and looked at him: "Why are you here?"

Han Jin was dressed in black, and his temperament seemed rebellious. He looked down at her quietly and said: "My parents can't come today, ask me to give the old man a gift."

"Oh."

Luo Qiao was still going to say something. There was a chuckle at the door. Turning his head, Ming Siran was standing there lazily with his hands in his pockets. He narrowed his peachy eyes dangerously and stared at the two of them, and his tone was particularly weak. : "Isn't this younger brother Han Jin?"

Han Jin raised his eyes to look at Ming Siran.

The man walked forward to the two of them with his long legs, and said without feeling any emotions: "Why don't you go in?"

Looking at him twice, Han Jin said lightly: "Go now."

Before leaving, he seemed to think of something suddenly, and turned his eyes to Luo Qiao: "Is it convenient to give me a contact method?"

Luo Qiao nodded: "Okay."

Ming Siran's eyelids twitched slightly and glanced at her.

Watching the two add contact information coldly, Ming Siran copied his pockets by hand with a smile.

Han Jin changed the remarks, put away his phone, and walked away without seeing Ming Siran.