Inheriting Billions After Being Retrenched

Luo Qiao's back was hit, and she felt a little pain, and she couldn't help groaning.

The bag fell to the ground with a sound.

Ming Siran held her wrist against the door panel, and held her face in the other hand, his fingertips were hot.

"pain……"

The man's Adam's apple rolled up and down, slowly leaving her, his breath a little messy.

His eyelashes drooped lightly, staring at her face.

Speaking again, his voice was already so low and dumb: "Sorry."

Luo Qiao no longer knows where to look, his **** voice with a little panting penetrated her ears: "Brother is a little excited now."

"..."

She heard his low smile, cheerful and sexy, and it made people's ears hot.

Luo Qiao couldn't help turning her head away, she thought he would leave after saying this, but he straightened her face, rubbed the tip of her nose, and kissed it again.

"..."

*

Luo Qiao sat on the bed, a little lost. She raised her head when she heard the cloakroom door being opened.

His sight paused slightly.

Ming Siran has a neat figure and exquisite features. He is a natural clothes rack. This suit is handsome and elegant by him, and he is noble and extraordinary.

Looking at her, his peachy eyes raised slightly, and a charming smile appeared between his lazy eyebrows: "Is Brother Siran look good?"

"..."

Luo Qiao looked away.

Ming Siran walked over, leaned over and met her gaze, his gaze scorched, and slowly said, "Huh?"

"..."

Luo Qiao pursed her lips. After a while, she whispered, "It's okay."

He stared at her for two seconds, lowered his eyes to catch her hand, Luo Qiao wanted to retract, but he slightly stopped it, he held her hand and placed it on his face.

He smiled and said: "Then touch it for you."

The skin under his fingertips was warm, Luo Qiao's heart trembled slightly, and his eyes fell on the man's face involuntarily.

In the bedroom is a warm-colored lamp, his eyebrows are radiant and beautiful by the light, Luo Qiao's fingers stop, as if possessed, not withdrawn, a little bit by his good-looking brow bones.

He didn't move, and his sloppy peach blossom eyes looked at her. When her fingers fell on his eyes, he closed his eyes gently. The state of the whole person was unspeakably sexy, as if he was trying to interpret that he was her. Words.

Luo Qiao's heart was hot, and when his fingertips ran his long and thin eyelashes, he couldn't help but gently flick aside, he laughed, Luo Qiao's back numb, and she withdrew her hand.

He opened his eyes, a smile still remained in his eyes: "What are you doing?"

Luo Qiao turned her head and pursed her lips.

Who made him a big man with so long eyelashes?

Ming Siran stretched out her hand and squeezed her little ears, and said casually, "You think of me when you go shopping with Han Jin?"

His little self-satisfied tone... Luo Qiao tilted his head, didn't shake his hand, only felt his fingertips slightly hot.

She raised her head and retorted: "That's because you also gave me the bracelet. I can't ask you for nothing."

He spoke lazily, obviously not convinced: "So?"

"..."

Luo Qiao's momentum was instantly like a punctured balloon, and it collapsed.

She knew that he would say so when giving him something today, and stood up with a puffed face, "I'm leaving! Go to sleep!"

Ming Siran chuckled lightly, copied his pockets, and looked at her back: "Then give me to you, what will Qiaoqiao take?"

Luo Qiao grabbed the doorknob and slammed into the door, accompanied by her angry frowning noise.

"I don't want you!"