Inheriting Billions After Being Retrenched

She frowned slightly and looked at him again: "Achen?"

Xie Chen copied his pocket with one hand, his posture was elegant, and he hummed indifferently.

"we……"

Before Qin Zheng's words were finished, Xie Chen walked over with his long legs.

...

Mu Lan suffered a pain in her chest from the fall. Just as she tried to get up from the ground while supporting her body, she heard a light laugh on the top of her head:

"What's the matter with the little girl, why do you lie on the ground every time I meet you?"

Mu Lan was taken aback, as far as she could see, she saw a pair of shiny black leather shoes. She looked up and saw the man's slender and straight legs wrapped in trousers... and she went up again, and she met with thanks. Chen's dark eyes.

She remembered that when she was bullied by the dog and man, he appeared like this.

Mu Lan's little heart jumped a few minutes uncontrollably, and she was about to stand up immediately, but she couldn't help but hiss softly when she didn't know where she was hurt.

In the next second, she saw the man in front of her stretch out her hand.

Xie Chen's fingers are slender and white, with distinct joints, and the beautiful wrist line extends upwards. The watch is expensive and delicate.

Mu Lan clearly felt that the little deer on her chest was starting to craze for joy, and her heart was pounding.

She pursed her lower lip and passed her hand to him, and then she felt the man's slight force and lifted her up from the ground.

The reporters looked at this handsome man who appeared suddenly, and they didn't know how to react. Although they didn't know him, they didn't instinctively be an easy person.

After Xie Chen lifted Mu Lan up, he noticed these sights and looked at them. He narrowed his eyes and smiled dangerously, but his tone was not polite: "You're not going to get out, eh?"

The reporters looked at each other and subconsciously put away the equipment in their hands.

Soon, a waiter came over and invited these reporters out.

Mu Lan let go of Xie Chen's hand and said softly, "Thank you."

Xie Chen leaned forward slightly, his tone a little scornful because of his randomness: "Orally?"

Mu Lan's eyes lit up, what do you mean?

She can, she really can.

As soon as Mu Lan was about to speak, he saw a long-legged beauty in a professional suit approaching Xie Chen. She glanced at her and said indifferently, "Achen, let's go."

Xie Chen turned his eyes and glanced at Qin Zheng. There was no emotion on his face. When he looked at Mu Lan again, he straightened up and lazily said to her: "Goodbye, little girl."

Mu Lan waved his hand, the pear nest on the cheek was shallow.

Upon seeing this, Xie Chen raised his eyebrows lightly, and couldn't help but hook his mouth.

The group followed Xie Chen to the outside. When Qin Zheng walked to the door, he looked back in the direction where Mu Lan was, his eyes sinking slightly.

...

Luo Qiao drank a few more glasses with Mu Lan, who was late, and when a few people came out of the restaurant, it was already dark.

Mu Lan held the slightly drunk Luo Qiao on his left, and Lin Chang, who had poured a glass on his right, and helped them into the car with Yu Cong'an.

"Go back and remember to drink the hangover soup before going to bed, so as not to have a headache." Mu Lan told Luo Qiao through the car window.

Luo Qiao blushed and nodded obediently at her.

Mu Lan had already seen through her, Luo Qiao was a little alcoholic by nature.

She waved goodbye to her and watched Luo Qiao's car steadily drive away from sight.

Along the way, Luo Qiao's head was next to the car window and looked very quiet.

However, when passing a shop, she suddenly shouted: "Wait, stop!"

The driver thought something was wrong, and quickly stepped on the brake.

Luo Qiao opened the car door less neatly and staggered out of the car. The driver was worried about something and hurriedly followed up: "Miss, what are you going to do?"

Luo Qiao ignored him and entered the shop by himself.

After half an hour, Luo Qiao came out.

She put the purchased things into her pocket, patted them, raised her face to the driver and said, "Okay, let's go!"

The driver's face was a little complicated and unspeakable.

Unobstructed all the way back to the villa.

Luo Qiao refused the driver's support, opened the door alone, and walked in.

The room was brightly lit, and the expensive man was sitting on the sofa, looking at the documents in his hand. His brows were frowned and his expression was cold. From his brows to his thin lips, he looked very beautiful.

Hearing the sound, he looked up at her.

Luo Qiao held the shoe cabinet at the door, and saw the enchanting man looking towards her, and immediately shouted at him cutely and lovingly: "Brother Siran~~~"

Ming Siran's legs overlapped, looked at her for a few seconds, and quickly understood the situation.

He closed the diagnosis and treatment information about Luo Qiao in his hand, put it aside, and shouted in her accent: "Qiao~Qiao~mei~mei~"

Luo Qiao bends her eyes instantly, changed her shoes, and ran towards him in slippers.

Ming Siran was worried that she would fall, and immediately got up to pick it up. Luo Qiao ran fast, and jumped directly onto him, with both hands around his neck and two legs around his waist.

The whole person hung on him.

Ming Siran held her easily, at a very close distance, he chuckled softly, and his Adam's apple rolled: "Why are you so good? Huh?"

Luo Qiao's head is warm, and the whole person is light and fluttering. She hits his forehead: "Brother Siran is really good-looking."

Ming Siran's voice is satiny and sexy: "The pretty sister is also pretty."

Luo Qiao touched his forehead with her forehead, "Really~Is it~"

He smiled deeper, and the gentleness in a pair of peach blossom eyes made people indulge: "Yeah."

In this position, intimate and ambiguous, Luo Qiao felt that his skin was slightly cold, so she pressed her face against his, and rubbed gently like a kitten, "I'm drinking."

Ming Siran raised his jaw slightly, his neck was **** and charming, and his voice was slightly dumb: "Brother knows."

Luo Qiao: "I have no strength."

Ming Siran: "Yeah."

Luo Qiao continued to hum: "You are going to hold me upstairs."

Ming Siran couldn't help but chuckle: "Okay."

He closed his eyes to know the location of the house, Ming Siran stepped away from his long legs, holding Luo Qiao upstairs.

On the way, she raised her face and kissed him, from her eyebrows to her thin lips, the soft lips with a faint fragrance of wine brushed the skin on his face.

When he walked to the bedroom, Luo Qiao still refused to come down. She dropped her delicate white fingers on his earlobes and squeezed it gently.

Ming Siran's body tightened for an instant, and she stared at him with cat-like eyes: "Is it comfortable?"

The man did not answer, but looked at her with a pair of eyes.

Luo Qiao squeezed again.

Ming Siran don't turn his face and smile.

Her head moved over, and her voice also smiled: "Do you like me?"

Regardless of her tone or behavior, her appearance at the moment is too cute.

Ming Siran: "I like it."

Really like.

Luo Qiao bent her eyes: "Then touch your Adam's apple."

Ming Siran looked at her with dark and deep eyes for a few seconds, and under her gaze, he raised his neck obediently.

The man has a beautiful neck, slender neckline, and raised apples that are **** and seductive.