Inheriting Billions After Being Retrenched

The little sister beside Andai hurriedly pulled Andai back, and there was a screaming sound around her.

Just when the man's hand was about to touch Andy, a slender and powerful hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed his wrist fiercely, as if to crush his bones.

Before everyone recovered, they heard a loud noise, and the man was thrown to the ground, clutching his wrists and screaming.

Andai was stunned, raising her eyes to look at the man beside her.

Fu Jiuxiao was tall, smoking, and frivolous. He gave the man who fell on the ground a cool look, his breath was dangerous.

Perceiving the woman's gaze, he raised his eyebrows and glanced at her.

The bodyguard in the club heard the sound and hurried over. Seeing this situation, he said in fear, "Mr. Fu."

Fu Jiuxiao didn't even look at them, took the cigarette, and lazily said, "Throw it out."

"Yes, Mr. Fu."

Andai met the man's gaze, her eyelashes moved, and she turned to look at the waitress behind her: "Are you okay?"

The waitress was not very young, because she was scared, her face turned pale, she looked at Ande at the moment, and said gratefully: "Thank you sister."

Andy hooked her mouth: "Small things."

She came out to play with the little sisters today. After solving the matter, Ande stepped on high heels and turned back to look for them, her voice briskly: "Let's go, I've booked a box."

The man behind him stared at her, with one hand in his pocket, his expression idle.

Andy wanted to leave, but her little sisters grabbed her and whispered: "That man is so handsome..."

Andy stepped in: "..."

"He just helped you. Come on, take the opportunity to ask for a phone number. Isn't it a loss when you meet such a handsome top-notch number?"

Andy rolled her eyes immediately and sneered: "Why do I need his phone number?"

Unexpectedly, these women said, "Don't you, sisters! Chu Chu just broke up last week, hurry!"

"..."

In the end, Andai was forced to be pushed in front of the man by the women.

"Sir, thank you for your help. My friend wants your phone number, so thank you later..." The woman leaned her head from behind Andy and said with a smile.

Fu Jiuxiao looked down at Andai's face, brushed the ashes leisurely, with a playful look in his eyes: "Oh? Want my number?"

Andy: "..."

After a while, he stared at her with a smile, "But I didn't bring a pen."

A girl quickly took out a pen from her bag: "I'll take it with me!"

Fu Jiuxiao watched Andai for a few seconds, wiped out the smoke, and threw it into the trash.

He took the pen, glanced casually, and then took Andai's hand.

Andy almost jumped up shivering.

Fu Jiuxiao's hand clasping her wrist was slightly hard, and the woman's wrist was slender and white, and the pen tip fell on her skin, and there was a slight pain, but it was more itchy. He lowered his eyes and Long Feifengwu wrote a bunch of things.

When Andy saw what he had written, she wanted to slap him directly.

After the man finished writing, he closed the pen, raised his hand and handed it to the woman just now, curling his lips: "Thank you."

The other party was rushed by his eyes, and said he was very welcome.

To get the number successfully, a few people walked to Andading’s box. On the way, they were excited and took out their mobile phones: "Quick, what's his number?"

Without raising her eyelids, Ande gave out a series of numbers casually.

After the record was recorded, the woman frowned and said, "Why is this cell phone number so strange?" She tried to dial, surprised: "Empty number?"

...

In front, Andai bit her lip, rubbing her hand firmly on the words written by the man on her wrist:

--Go back and pack you.

...

In the box, Ming Siran looked down at the phone.

The black screen suddenly lit up, he glanced at the caller ID and answered it.

The voice is quiet: "Say."

"Ms. Ming, I have sent you those surveillance videos. Indeed, someone followed Miss Luo."

Ming Siran's eyes darkened suddenly, a few seconds later, he hung up the phone and clicked on the surveillance videos.

When he saw Luo Qiao being pulled into the car, the breath of Ming Siran's body was frighteningly cold.

He sent another message: Sorry, Mr. Ming. The man was covered very tightly, and we could not find out his true identity for a while.

Ming Siran didn't return, stood up, beckoned to the waiter, and soon the waiter brought him a notebook.

The man tightened his thin lips, uploaded the surveillance video to the computer, intercepted the clearest picture of the hijacker, watched for a few seconds, and started looking for someone.

He tapped his slender fingers on the keyboard, and a string of codes slipped out from the bottom of his hand. After about twenty minutes, Ming Siran stopped and looked at the face of a strange man that appeared on the screen, his eyes darkened.

He sent the photo to his men: to check this person and the messenger behind him.

The subordinate quickly replied: Yes, Mr. Ming.

Ming Siran closed the notebook, stood up, took his jacket and walked out.

Qin Shimo glanced at him: "I want to go back now? No more playing?"

Ming Siran ignored them and went out of the box.

Driving home, it was almost one o'clock in the morning.

The light in Luo Qiao's house was still on, Ming Siran passed by, stood at the door for a while, then raised his hand and tapped.

Soon, there was the sound of footsteps in the room, following the door opened, revealing Luo Qiao's fair and delicate face.

Ming Siran looked down at her and said nothing for a while.

Luo Qiao tied a ponytail with a full forehead and a straight nose. She was wearing pajamas. She looked good and had a soft voice. She asked him, "What's wrong?"

"Can I go in?"

Luo Qiao glanced at him and gave way to the side.

The man walked in with long legs, his eyes swept across her room, Luo Qiao had a notebook on her bed, and there were messy papers around him, and she seemed to be busy just now.

Luo Qiao: "It's late at night, don't you go to bed, find me some..."

He turned around and hugged him before he finished saying something.

"..."

Luo Qiao moved for a while.

The man's breath is very good. He said, "Is anyone bullying you?"

Fingers placed on the side of her face, gently rubbing: "Huh?"

Luo Qiao's eyelashes flickered slightly: "What?"

He looked down at her, with a gentle voice in his voice: "Brother help you clean him up."

Luo Qiao swallowed, and under his gaze, said after a moment: "No."

It seemed that it was an expected answer, Ming Siran increased his strength slightly and hugged her tighter.

Luo Qiao was a little breathless, his breath brushed in her ears, causing a slight itching, she uncomfortably pushed the person away, turned and climbed onto the bed: "It's too late, you should go back!"

Ming Siran stood there and looked at her for a few seconds, then walked over and glanced down at the information she was laying on the bed.

He leaned over to pick it up, but Luo Qiao immediately snatched it over.

Ming Siran only glanced at the word "plan" above.