Inheriting Billions After Being Retrenched

"Hello? Shanshan."

There was a very nice female voice in the microphone, soft and clear, a single syllable made people feel soft.

Jiang Qingshan was startled, and when the reaction came over, she suddenly choked and said: "Sister..."

"I heard about your business."

In an unfamiliar country, a woman got up from the bed, her skin white, her toes on the soft carpet, she wore only a silk pajamas, she outlined a slender and charming figure.

She had long hair reaching her waist, with her back facing the door, and a silhouette seemed to be able to confuse people.

Jiang Qingshan couldn't help sobbing: "Sister, that **** Luo Qiao broke our family. The movie I've been looking forward to for a long time has also fallen out. My parents are now blaming me..."

The woman listened to her crying, but did not answer.

In the long silence, Jiang Qingshan seemed to be aware of something, and slowly stopped crying, and said nervously, "Sister?"

Jiang Qingyu stretched out her white hand and opened the curtains. There was only one slit. The bright light fell on her side face. The lines were so beautiful that she was intoxicated. She said in a hurry, "Don't you apologize to me first? ?"

"..."

"I wasn't wary of you, so you took the video from the computer. Did you know that all my plans were ruined by you?"

Jiang Qingshan bit her lip: "Sister, it's Luo Qiaoming that I am sorry for you, I will make them pay!"

The woman seemed to laugh, low and inaudible: "So, did you make them pay?"

Jiang Qingshan couldn't help but clenched her hand, biting her lips white.

"Delete the article you wrote and never have anything to do with Luo Qiao again."

"sister……"

The woman interrupted her, her voice became a little cold for a moment: "Delete."

"..."

Jiang Qingshan's fingertips trembled, and finally answered honestly, "I know."

Jiang Qingyu's tone became soft again. She looked at the sunlight outside the window and said casually: "Don't worry, I will deal with them both."

...

Luo family.

The TV was on, Luo Qiao was working with the computer in his arms, Luo Zelan put his elbows on the edge of the sofa, sat on the carpet and fiddled with the parts, without raising his eyelids and said indifferently: "Why didn't you bring 089 back?"

"..."

Luo Qiao coughed slightly and changed the subject: "Brother, are you busy lately?"

"Professor Li asked me to teach him students for two days. Are you busy?"

"I..." Luo Qiao was about to speak, when the picture on the front TV screen turned, Ming Siran appeared.

Luo Qiao suddenly remembered that today is the day his company held a product launch conference.

The slender and tall man was talking to the employees around him, his expression indifferent, and his gestures were rich and precious.

Luo Zelan, who had been waiting for a long time, looked up, glanced at Luo Qiao who was staring at the screen, and then at the man who appeared on the TV screen.

Luo Zelan: "..."

Many media reporters gathered around the live broadcast of this conference.

At the moment when the process was proceeding normally, a man in a hat suddenly jumped out from nowhere, avoiding the security and staff, holding his mobile phone and rushing directly to Ming Siran.

He spoke extremely fast: "Ms. Ming, what do you think after watching this video? It turns out that you are not the grandson of Chairman Ming, so what have you experienced when you were a child? Can you talk to us? "

Ming Siran's long legs paused, and his gaze slowly fell on the phone he was holding.

In the living room, Luo Qiao suddenly stood up from the sofa!