Inheriting Billions After Being Retrenched

A low and sultry breath was in her ears, calling her name: "Qiao Qiao..."

Luo Qiao swallowed and felt his temperature. Her fingers fell on his shoulders and couldn't help but gently grabbed his shirt.

Ming Siran moved, thin lips found her ears, kissed softly, and then again, as if lingering, as if struggling: "Tell me, what should I do before you are willing to be with me? Huh?"

Luo Qiao's thin white fingers couldn't help tightening the shirt tighter, "Ming Siran..."

"Tell me, okay?"

She didn't say, he just chuckled and treated her like a prank. Luo Qiao felt that her entire back was numb, but no matter where she hid, his light kisses could always fall down, the center of the eyebrows, the ends of the eyes and the cheeks. , By the ear, everywhere, there is a slight itching.

Luo Qiao raised his leg and kicked him, but the man seemed to be more and more unscrupulous, his fingers burning, and his breath was sultry, until Luo Qiao blushed and stared at him: "If you do this again, I am angry!"

He glanced at her, then stopped slightly.

The man breathed a little, his hands on her face, a lazy and handsome face, he lowered his eyes slightly, watching her flushed face and emotional eyes, and a low laughter overflowed from his throat: "Okay, That brother won't kiss." He reached out his hand and gently rubbed her face: "Don't be angry..."

Plain and **** words, like a hook, just penetrated her ears.

Neither of them spoke. Inside the car, he looked at her and she looked away.

His eyes were so hot that he couldn't ignore it, and the good smell of his body was wrapped around him everywhere. Luo Qiao swallowed, but after all, she couldn't help but turn her face away and press her lips.

After a while, the man leaned over, touched her forehead, and chuckled out again, "So...you are Nanan."

His hand found her, hooked it, and shook it lightly: "Sign me, eh?"

Luo Qiao: "..."

He is really enough!

...

The fact that Luo Qiao is the South Bank caused a huge reaction on the Internet.

Originally thought it was only rich, but did not expect to have talents, what else does Luo Qiao do not know?

Fans of Jiang Qingyu no longer dare to show talented people in front of pretty fans, otherwise a "Reverse" script will be shot over and they will kneel down and call Dad.

...

Jiang Qingyu returned to the apartment.

She walked directly into the bathroom with a cold body.

Before long, the sound of falling objects came from the bathroom, loud noises, and the scalp of the listener was tingling.

About an hour later, Jiang Qingyu walked out of the bathroom again. She was wearing a soft bathrobe, her skin was white, and the expression on her delicate face had returned to calm, and she could not see the hysteria just now.

The phone on the table vibrated, Jiang Qingyu lowered his eyes and glanced, and reached out to pick it up to answer.

"You just lost at the beginning." The man's voice couldn't hear emotion.

Jiang Qingyu's eyelids drooped slightly and did not speak.

"What are you going to do?"

Jiang Qingyu: "This is the last time."

"Ok?"

Jiang Qingyu took a breath and said lightly: "I said, this is the last time I lost to her."

The man over there seemed to laugh, and his tone was unclear and said: "Really."

Jiang Qingyu closed his eyes, didn't tell him any more, and hung up the phone.

When she walked to the wine cabinet, she took out a bottle of red wine and poured herself a glass of wine. The red liquid swayed gently in the glass, shaking slightly, making her look unpredictable.

After a while, Jiang Qingyu took the phone from the desk, pressed a series of numbers, and dialed it.

He quickly picked it up over there: "Sister Yu."

Jiang Qingyu stared at the dark night outside the window, with a low voice, "Help me do something."

"Sister Yu, you say."

...

This Wednesday is Ming Siran's birthday.

Luo Qiao drove the cake and got out of the cake shop. The moment she opened the car door, a dark figure suddenly emerged from the car. Without waiting for Luo Qiao to react, she suddenly covered her nose and mouth and dragged her into the car. .

The man looked at Luo Qiao who had passed out, put her in the back seat, took the car key from her hand, lowered the brim of the hat, and drove out of the city.

In the dim space, Luo Qiao was **** with her hands and feet. She struggled a bit, but did not break free.

A strip of black cloth was tied to his eyes, and the surrounding area was blurred.

The unknown is more frightening.

Luo Qiao's eyelashes were trembling tightly, and suddenly she heard the sound of human footsteps approaching, her fingers tightened.

Feeling that someone was looking at her, Luo Qiao stepped back subconsciously, but the sound of breathing was near her, and she seemed to be unable to get rid of it no matter where she went. Following that, a strange man’s laughter sounded in her ears, and Luo Qiao’s scalp burst instantly. , The previous nightmare overlapped with it, her throat overflowed with a low scream, her fingers trembled fiercely.

...

As time passed, the man watched coldly as Luo Qiao was gradually immersed in his thoughts, put on his hat again, and walked out of the room indifferently.

Luo Qiao's whole person's state is a bit wrong, breathing heavily, as if trying to endure something in secret.

It wasn't until ten minutes later that the sweet mobile phone rang, which dragged her out of that nightmare——

Luo Qiao moved, and suddenly realized that the **** on her hand had been loosened, and her mobile phone had been left not far away.

Reaching out to tear off the cover from her eyes, Luo Qiao looked around, feeling a little lost for a while.

She leaned over and took the phone, and a name flashed on the screen.

Ming Siran--

There was no one around, Luo Qiao walked out and found her car was parked not far away, and this place should be in the suburbs.

Luo Qiao’s hands were stained with dust, and the phone was still ringing. She got in the car and kept raising the speed to the highest, leaving the dark room far away. The whole person slowly breathed a sigh of relief and lay down. On the steering wheel.

After a while, the phone rang again, Luo Qiao's eyelashes lightly moved, and slowly opened his eyes.

It is still his name.

Luo Qiao moved her fingertips and paused on the hang-up button.

...

However, at this moment, her mind was caught off guard to recall his words that night.

There is only you in my heart, from beginning to end...

Luo Qiao pursed her lips, and slowly dropped her finger on the answer button.

Ming Siran stood in front of the company's floor-to-ceiling windows, slender and tall.

He lowered his eyes slightly, his eyebrows frowned because Luo Qiao didn't answer for a long time, just when he was about to hang up and go to find someone in person, the phone went through in the next second.

The man couldn't help but loosen his brows, his slender fingers tugged on his tie, his voice was sloppy and gentle, and he said softly, "Why are you picking up now? Very busy?"

There was no word over there, Ming Siran took the coat from the back of the sofa chair and put it on his left arm, and walked away with his long legs: "Remember what day is today?"

A few seconds later, a woman's slightly hoarse voice came from the receiver: "Siran..."

The man's footsteps suddenly stopped.