Inheriting Billions After Being Retrenched

Ming Siran was thrown onto the bed by her, the tails of his eyes were dyed light red, and his peach eyes were even more sultry. He had no resistance, and his entire face seemed to have four characters written: Welcome to sleep.

Luo Qiao swallowed. At this time, she felt even more unable to persuade her. She licked her lips and leaned over.

Ming Siran felt her kiss the corner of her lips, squinted her eyes slightly, and her apple slipped.

Luo Qiao slowly kissed his lips, she moved very slowly, Ming Siran moved her fingertips, and she was restrained again by what she wanted to do.

His eyelashes quivered finely.

It feels...it's really grueling.

Luo Qiao kept this action for ten seconds, and then violently pulled the quilt next to it, covering the two of them.

Ming Siran: "..."

Wow~

...

The space was quiet, Ming Siran was looking forward to her next move, but Luo Qiao buried his head between his neck and stopped moving.

Half a minute passed.

Ming Siran opened his eyes and slowly said, "What do you mean?"

Luo Qiao: "Sleep."

Ming Siran:?

"...Didn't you promise to sleep with you, it's getting late, we can start."

Ming Siran reminded her in a dangerous tone: "You said sleeping with me."

Luo Qiao immediately hugged his waist: "I am sleeping with you."

"..."

He laughed angrily, and stretched out his hand to pull her away from him, but Luo Qiao hugged him tighter, in the kind of aegyo that was obviously shameless: "Um~"

Ming Siran moved for a while.

Luo Qiao buried her head in his neck, rubbing his face lightly.

Ming Siran's voice was a little low and dumb, calling her: "Pretty?"

Luo Qiao is a big guilty conscience at this time, she whispered in a small voice, very well-behaved: "Yes."

"..."

Ming Siran closed his eyes, his voice lazy and sexy: "Speaking doesn't count, huh?"

Her voice came out of his neck dullly, rarely soft: "...I don't have one."

"Then change me?"

Luo Qiao used a bit of strength to hug him even more tightly, covering him with the quilt. She couldn't see her face. She didn't know what face was, and called him: "Brother Siran..."

When she shouted out, Ming Siran knew that he had no way of using her.

After a while, he could only withdraw his hand and rubbed her head instead.

...

That night, Ming Siran learned what it means to be intolerable, but Luo Qiao only behaved for a while and then exposed her nature again. He got out of his arms and rolled on the bed, muttering dissatisfiedly: "You are so hot, away from me. Further."

Ming Siran stretched out his hand and pressed his eyebrows, pulling the person back blankly.

Just as Luo Qiao was about to push him away, he heard the man's forbearing and dangerous low voice: "You try another move?"

Luo Qiao immediately put down her hand.

"..."

Ming Siran hugged her into her arms, chin against her head, and barely rested.

*

The next day.

Ming Siran woke up, there was a faint cyan now, obviously not sleeping well, but Luo Qiao was very energetic, sitting in the dining room, glanced at him, and silently took out his mobile phone to read the news.

Ming Siran fastened his cufflinks, and just opened the chair and sat down, he heard Luo Qiao's phone ringing in front of him.

She answered, and said casually: "Hello? Han Jin?"

Ming Siran looked up at her.

"I'm free, I have nothing to do today." Luo Qiao stirred the porridge in the bowl, hummed twice, and said after a moment: "Okay, see you later."

After hanging up the phone, Ming Siran looked at her and lazily said: "Going out? With Han Jin?"