Inheriting Billions After Being Retrenched

Looking at her, Luo Zelan could almost stop breathing.

He walked up to Luo Qiao in a few steps, knelt down, and tolerated the restrained voice, because he was afraid of disturbing her, he became extraordinarily light: "Qiao Qiao..."

Luo Qiao slowly turned her head when she heard the sound, her eyes were out of focus, and her eyes were red.

After watching for a few seconds, it seemed to recognize who he was, and the husky throat overflowed with broken and weak voice: "Brother..."

Luo Zelan twisted her heart fiercely.

People outside arrived at this moment, and countless cluttered sounds came along with the dazzling light.

Luo Qiao's fine eyelashes trembled, her eyes moved lightly, and she looked at them.

When she saw the dark camera in the hands of the staff, her pupils shrank slightly, and with a low cry, she suddenly blocked her face.

Luo Zelan got up instantly, following his movements, there seemed to be a violent wind around him. He pulled the camera carried by the staff member and slammed it on the ground.

With a loud noise, the black machine fell apart in an instant.

The staff member who didn't know what happened was stunned and raised his eyes. What he saw was the man's chilling face, his eyes were cold, and the rolling in his eyes was shocking.

He couldn't help taking a step back.

As early as when Luo Qiao made that scream, the director decisively cut off the live broadcast. At this moment, the netizens only saw the dark live broadcast.

【what happened? 】

[I seem to hear Sister Qiao scream? 】

[Did something unexpected happen? 】

[That scream just now is so scary, is it from sister Qiao? 】

【? ? ? Is it the arrangement in the script or something? Why was the live broadcast interrupted? 】

...

Netizens were puzzled, but at the scene, Luo Zelan turned around and returned to Luo Qiao. The woman's head was buried in her arms, her figure was thin, and the white dress she wore because of the plot made her look more Embarrassed and pitiful, Luo Zelan pressed her thin lips tightly, took off her suit jacket, wrapped her around her, and hugged the person sideways.

The woman was very thin, and she didn't feel any weight in her arms, Luo Zelan stepped on her long legs and walked out, Luo Qiao buried her head in his arms, motionless.

The two brothers and sisters came out, and the surroundings were quiet. The people around looked at this scene, unconsciously stepping back, and dared not say a word.

Luo Zelan was expressionless, his subordinates rushed over at this moment and saw Luo Qiao, his face changed slightly.

Luo Zelan's voice was cold: "Contact the hospital."

The subordinate retracted his gaze and said hurriedly: "Yes."

The two went out of the villa.

Luo Zelan felt his clothes tighten slightly and lowered his head.

Luo Qiao's low and weak voice overflowed from her lips: "Brother, will he see..."

The two knew who he represented.

Luo Zelan's eyes were deep and dark, and when he looked at her thin and thin body, his throat moved: "No, I won't let him see it."

Luo Qiao buried him in Luo Zelan's arms, seemingly unwilling to be found so embarrassed by anyone.

Seeing her appearance, Luo Zelan's breathing sank, without saying anything, she took long legs and strode away.

In the villa, everyone still didn't come back to their senses. They looked at each other and discussed in a low voice:

"What happened..."

"Why did President Luo suddenly become like that?"

"It scared me a bit..."

"..."

Wu Xia listened to what the people around him said, her delicate face sinking slightly, and he said, "What happened here today, what should be said and what should not be said, you should understand?"

When everyone in the discussion heard what he said, they were all taken aback.

It's some surprise that this seemingly easy-going youth will say such things.

However, Wu Xia's voice was cold: "As long as there is a trace of what happened today, none of you can run away."

Because of this sentence, the surrounding voices completely disappeared.

Han Jin's gaze retracted from the direction Luo Zelan and Luo Qiao had left, and he looked at the room again.

He raised his leg and walked in.

In addition to the camera, there are some decorations needed for the plot.

His eyes patrolled the room, and finally fell on a black object in the corner.

Han Jin's eyes narrowed slightly, walked over and picked it up.

Pressing the finger on the play button, the scalp numb sound sounded, the discomfort made people unconsciously stay away, just at this moment, followed by a low man's laughter.

That discomfort reached its peak instantly.

Han Jin twisted his eyebrows, looked at this recorder, and fell silent.

...

Luo Zelan then arranged for someone to handle things here, and all the staff signed a confidentiality agreement.

The people around were noisy, and at this moment, a person secretly stored the captured images in the mobile phone, watching more and more bodyguards, silently put them away.

...

In the hospital, Luo Qiao was lying on a hospital bed. After the doctor came to examine her, he looked at the cold-faced man and said softly: "Miss Luo has been mentally stimulated, and there is no physical problem. She only needs to rest for a few days. can."

Luo Zelan retracted his gaze from Luo Qiao, looked at the doctor, nodded at her, and sent her out.

When she came back, she found that Luo Qiao looked sideways at the scenery outside the window, and she was very silent.

She was lying on the hospital bed, her face a little pale, her small face was lined up more and more compact.

Luo Zelan looked at her for a few seconds, walked over, and pulled the quilt up for her.

"Well, don't think about anything."

Luo Qiao bit her lip and nodded.

Luo Zelan waited for her to fall asleep, got up and walked outside, dialed a phone call.

"How is it going online?"

The person over there quickly replied: "There is nothing unusual on the Internet now. The director cuts the picture in time, and nothing is shot, only the scream. Everyone thought it was related to the plot, and didn't say anything else."

Luo Zelan grumbled, with a cold voice: "Continue to stare, why Qiao Qiao is suddenly stimulated? Everyone on the scene must carefully investigate."

"Yes, I understand."

Luo Zelan hung up the phone, his expression still cold, he stood outside the door for a moment, and walked out with his legs raised.

...

As soon as Ming Siran arrived abroad, he received a call from his assistant when he got off the plane.

"President Ming."

Mins bent down and got into the car, looking lazy.

He raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows. The continuous journey made him a little tired, and his voice was very weak: "What?"

The voice over there was a little nervous, "We just received the news that something happened to Miss Luo..."

Ming Siran raised his eyes suddenly, his voice tightened slightly: "What's the matter?"

"They concealed it very tightly. We also kept staring at it before we got some news. I heard..." The voice of the subordinate paused before saying: "Miss Luo Qiao seemed to be injured during the filming process. Now she was sent in. hospital……"

"parking!"

The driving car suddenly braked, and the driver heard the man's low and cold voice: "Go back."