Inheriting Billions After Being Retrenched

The night is getting darker, inside the ward.

Luo Qiao was lying on the hospital bed, her eyes drooping slightly, her slender eyelashes blocking all emotions in her eyes.

There was a knock on the door outside, she raised her eyelids and said in a low voice.

The voice is slightly hoarse.

The door of the ward was pushed open from the outside, revealing the man's stiff face, Han Jin walked in, his eyes swept across the woman's pale face, his brows frowned slightly.

He closed the door and came to the bed.

The tone is as low and cold as ever: "Are you okay?"

Luo Qiao wanted to get up, but was stopped by Han Jin. He put a pillow behind her, showing his thoughtfulness in his actions.

Luo Qiao pursed her lips: "It's nothing."

Han Jin looked at her. In his impression, Luo Qiao had always been lively and wanton. She had cat-like sly and beautiful eyes and didn't seem to worry about anything. This was the first time he saw her showing this appearance. Pale and thin, the whole person seemed to be shrouded in layers of shadows.

He remembered the scene when Luo Zelan kicked the door open, the woman shrank in the corner, shaking all over, in an extremely abnormal state.

Han Jin's thin lips pressed into a straight line, his Adam's apple moved, looking at her and asking: "In the daytime, what you look like..."

As soon as the voice fell, he clearly saw Luo Qiao's expression stiff.

Han Jin twisted his eyebrows slightly, and took the second half of his words back, only saying, "What's going on?"

The room was very quiet, Luo Qiao did not speak.

But silence sometimes fully explains something.

Han Jin frowned more tightly. He stared at Luo Qiao's small and white face, "Does Ming Siran know about your condition?"

Hearing these three words, the woman who had been silent seemed to have a reaction.

Her eyelashes moved, and she raised her eyes in a very soft voice: "Don't let him know."

These words are almost a subconscious reaction of her.

Han Jin couldn't help suffocating in his heart.

Luo Qiao looked away and said slowly: "...Don't tell him either."

Han Jin looked at her thin and weak, and couldn't tell what it felt like for a while.

...

Coming out of the ward, Han Jin saw Wu Xia leading a man from outside.

"Rui Ze, here."

Two tall men came to the ward. Wu Xia noticed him and nodded to him. She didn't care to say anything, and hurriedly led Rui Ze in.

Han Jin retracted his gaze, raised his leg and walked out.

"What's the matter?" Rui Ze asked as soon as he arrived in the ward.

He stared at Luo Qiao's face with a worried expression: "Isn't it a long time since I have been sick?"

Before Luo Qiao spoke, Wu Xia hurriedly said: "I will ask Xiao An to return to China to help you see."

With that, he took out his cell phone.

"No." Luo Qiao quietly stopped: "It's okay, and I didn't fall ill suddenly."

As soon as the words fell, the two raised their heads and looked at her at the same time.

Luo Qiao sat on the hospital bed with no expression on her pale face, and said lightly: "It's already the second time."

Rui Ze quickly understood what she meant, and instantly raised her eyebrows: "Someone is calculating you behind? Who?"

Luo Qiao didn't speak for a while. She leaned back and looked at the scenery outside the window. The coolness came out from the corners of her eyes and eyebrows. After a while, she said: "I think she must know something..."

Wu Xia Ruize glanced at each other, her brows tightened.

...

It was already the next morning when Ming Siran came back from abroad.

The black car parked outside the airport. Ming Siran got into the car with a low voice: "How is Qiaoqiao?"

The assistant sitting in the front turned his head and said: "We know the private hospital where Miss Luo lives, but Mr. Luo Zelan is very tightly guarded, we can't figure out anything."

Ming Siran frowned slightly, and took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket to call the two brothers and sisters again, but the call was always unanswered.

Ming Siran did not look up, looking at the phone interface: "Go to the hospital first."

"Yes, Mr. Ming."

Forty minutes later, the car stopped at the hospital and Ming Siran leaned out of the car.

The man wears yesterday's suit, slender and tall, because of the long journey, the suit is a little wrinkled, but it does not compromise his full body's extravagance.

He stepped on his long legs and walked towards the private hospital. He came to the floor where he heard from the assistant. He was stopped by a few tall bodyguards as soon as he got out of the elevator.

Ming Siran looked at a few of them, with a faint cold expression in his languid eyes: "Did you stop the wrong person?"

The bodyguard who stopped him was expressionless: "Sorry, Mr. Ming, Miss needs a rest. Master has ordered that no one is allowed to enter."

Ming Siran didn't have the patience to talk nonsense with them here, and said solemnly, "Get out of the way."

The bodyguards seemed to have not heard them, like a wall, motionless.

Ming Siran narrowed his eyes, and the men behind him immediately stepped forward to start their hands. However, as soon as he touched the shoulder of the bodyguard, he saw the handsome and cold man coming from the front.

Luo Zelan, dressed in a straight suit, said coldly, "What's the matter?" His gaze fell on Ming Siran, and his eyebrows were unhappy: "You are back."

Ming Siran said in a deep voice: "Quietly injured."

Luo Zelan glanced at him: "Yeah."

"is it serious."

Luo Zelan stared at him for a few seconds and said lightly: "It's not very serious."

Ming Siran was ready to go in after he passed him, but he was stopped just as soon as he took a step.

Looking at the man's slender and white hand in front of him, Ming Siran turned his head, his tone dangerous: "What do you mean?"

Luo Zelan didn't raise his eyelids: "You can't go in now."

"Is this your idea?"

The man said nothing.

Ming Siran walked past him blankly, but just a few steps, he heard Luo Zelan's sentence behind him: "Qiaoqiao doesn't want to see you."

Ming Siran paused, and the precious black leather shoes stepped on the ground with a soft noise. He tilted his head, from the bridge of the eyebrows and nose to the thin lips, every inch was just right and perfect, and his loose voice revealed a chill. Meaning: "Is Qiaoqiao not willing to see me, or are you not willing to let her see me?"

Luo Zelan had deep eyebrows, looked at him for half a second, and said lightly: "No matter what it is, as long as I don't want to, you won't see her today."

A sneer overflowed from the man's lips, and the disdain was obvious. Ming Siran ignored Luo Zelan and walked forward directly with his long legs.

Luo Zelan looked at his slender and tall back, and coldly threw two words to the tall bodyguard beside him: "Stop."

Min Siran just walked a few steps, when the fist of the bodyguard behind him slammed down at him, with great strength, as if with the sound of a violent wind, he turned his head away, and his eyes went over the bodyguard to look at Luo Zelan, and his eyes were cruel for a moment.

Luo Zelan looked cold, didn't look at him, turned and walked towards Luo Qiao's ward.