Inheriting Billions After Being Retrenched

Luo Qiao: "..."

"Or..." He paused, his eyes deep: "This is just your excuse. Actually, you wanted to break up with me a long time ago?"

A Jiang Qingyu could not be the reason for her to break up with him, at best it was just the last straw to crush the camel.

Luo Qiao raised her head suddenly.

Some broken images were pulled out from the depths of memory, and she could not say a word when she looked at him as if to see her through.

Ming Siran knew that Luo Qiao had something to hide from him, but now she refused to say it, and he didn't want to force her.

He will always find out.

Turning off the computer, slowly relaxing, Ming Siran glanced at her lazily, and suddenly said: "Sister Qiaoqiao~~"

Listening to his elongated tone, a bad premonition hit Shang Luo Qiao's heart.

Sure enough, in the next second, I saw him speak slowly: "I misunderstood that my brother is a scumbag for so long, should I make up for it?"

Luo Qiao's eyelids couldn't help but jumped: "What is the compensation..."

His eyes fell on her face, and he slowly laughed: "My brother hasn't had an appointment for many years. Would you like to go on a date with your brother?"

Would you like to go on a date with your brother?

The lazy and **** voice reached the ears, causing ripples in people's hearts.

...

She didn't speak for a long while, and Ming Siran hit her with her knee lightly, squatting, and chuckles: "Okay? Huh?"

Luo Qiao: "..."

...

The weather was very good, Luo Qiao's face was tight, sitting on the sports car, tapping the steering wheel once and again, waiting for Ming Siran to come down.

It took about fifteen minutes before the man went out without any rush. He was a long jade body, with one hand in his trouser pocket, his posture appeared calm and elegant.

Turning to the other side, Ming Siran was about to get into the car, but he didn't come up when he opened the car door. Instead, he looked at her up and down.

Luo Qiao turned her head, met his gaze, and couldn't help asking: "What's the matter?"

Ming Siran sighed softly, "Sister Qiaoqiao is so beautiful, which makes me a little nervous."

Luo Qiao: "..."

Get in the car quickly for him!

With the door closed, Ming Siran leaned back lazily, and said casually, "Honey, let's go."

Luo Qiao:? ? ?

She pursed her lips, hit the steering wheel, and the car smoothly drove out of the villa area.

On the road, the wind blew across his cheeks, so comfortable that people couldn't help but squint.

The greening of the city is well done and the surrounding scenery is pleasant.

Luo Qiao drove the car, listening to the lazy tone of the man beside him: "My dear, where are we going?"

"..."

The hands holding the steering wheel tightened, Luo Qiao stared ahead without saying a word.

Ming Siran had a pair of peach blossom eyes with a small smile, deliberately said: "My dear, why are you ignoring me?"

"Dear……"

Luo Qiao said immediately: "Who is your dear!"

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and he glanced at her bulging her: "Are you angry?" Before Luo Qiao could speak, he seemed to sigh, "My dear is angry too."

"..."

Luo Qiao couldn't bear it, and stepped on the accelerator to the end, and the car suddenly rushed out like an arrow from the string.

Ming Siran leaned back, and couldn't help holding the car with his hands so that he wouldn't lose his balance. He tilted his head and glanced at the woman beside him, suddenly laughed, and his **** voice appeared low and cheerful: "My dear, you Don’t drive the car so hard, my brother is getting older now and really can’t stand it..."