Inheriting Billions After Being Retrenched

The side suddenly stretched out a hand and fished her over.

Luo Qiao looked up in a daze, and met Luo Zelan's dark gaze. He reprimanded her in a low voice: "What are you doing out in such a heavy rain?"

Luo Qiao's eye circles turned red all of a sudden: "Brother, how is he, Siran?"

Luo Zelan: "..."

Luo Qiao's voice choked, clutching his clothes, her eyes flushed: "Did he have an accident." Before Luo Zelan could speak, she began to cry: "What to do, brother, what to do?"

Luo Zelan: "..."

After a long while, Luo Zelan took a deep breath, took the woman in his arms out, glanced at her complicatedly, and lifted his chin behind her in her dazed sight.

Luo Qiao looked back blankly.

I saw the undamaged man standing in the rain curtain, slender, with picturesque eyebrows, looking at her with surprise at this time.

Luo Qiao:? ? ?

She looked at Luo Zelan blankly.

As if knowing what she was thinking, Luo Zelan said with a blank face: "Originally, the car was closed today. Someone didn't know how to break in. He rushed over and hit the mountain. We just went to help save people."

After all, the game is no more important than human life.

...

After a long while, Luo Qiao realized what she had just done.

"..."

At this time, I heard a chuckle.

Luo Qiao's scalp exploded instantly!

The man reacted from what she had just said, and a pair of peach eyes gradually evoked a beautiful arc.

He licked his lower lip, and walked towards her with his long legs, his voice was smiling, and his intonation was stretched: "Oh? So Qiaoqiao thought I had something wrong?"

Luo Qiao's back was stiff, the man walked over and looked at her, his thin lips curled up, his voice with a certain triumphant and unconcealable joy: "That's why I cry so sad?"

He stared at her, with a smile spreading from the corners of his eyebrows, deliberately and vocally: "Oh~~~"

...

On the way back from the racing track, Ming Siran sat in the car, leaning back, with lazy eyebrows. Anyone can see how good his mood is now. He lazily asked Luo Zelan: "Who is in this race? Who will win? Or do you have time to compare again?"

Luo Zelan's voice was cold: "No, you won."

He succeeded in overtaking in the third corner, no one interrupted, and winning was only a matter of time.

He didn't want his life, and it was the same again.

Ming Siran curled his lips and looked at Luo Qiao with a spring breeze, smiling like a monster.

Arriving in the city, Luo Zelan asked Luo Qiao: "You want to go back with him?"

Luo Qiao coughed and shook her head immediately: "No, no, no, no, no, no, brother, I'll be with you..."

Before he finished speaking, someone grabbed his wrist. The man had a **** voice and hummed, "Goodbye, Brother Zelan, let's go first."

Without waiting for Luo Zelan's response, he directly pulled people into the car.

Speed ​​up all the way back to the villa.

As soon as Luo Qiao came in, she ran to her room, and the people behind him followed a few steps, slammed the door she was about to close, and looked down at her: "Sister Qiao Qiao~~"

Luo Qiao:! ! !

He chuckled softly: "Worry about me?"

Luo Qiao suddenly felt that her braid was grabbed, and the other party not only didn't intend to let go, but also obviously wanted to make a big fuss. She immediately raised her head to retort: ​​"Is it everybody worried when I see that situation?"

He raised his eyebrows and said casually, "Does that mean anyone can cry?"

"..."