Inheriting Billions After Being Retrenched

In the bright and spacious office, Ming Siran's mobile phone on the desk vibrated.

He flipped through the document, and after reading the ten lines at a glance, there was no problem, he signed his name smoothly and handed the document to the assistant who had been waiting in front.

The assistant bowed his head respectfully and said, "Ming, then I will go out first."

"Ok."

Glancing at the phone, there was an unfamiliar number on it, Ming Siran took it over and glanced at it, slid his slender fingers, and pressed to answer.

His voice was faint and emotional: "Who?"

For two seconds, the person on the other end of the phone did not speak, Ming Siran frowned slightly, glanced at the phone screen, and just about to hang up the call, a woman's chuckle immediately sounded over there.

The woman's voice is soft, but the tone squeezed out of her throat in this way sounds gloomy at the moment.

Ming Siran paused with the hand of the mobile phone and narrowed his eyes deeply.

"Siran..."

In the dimly lit bedroom, Jiang Qingyu leaned against the table, lowered her head, and her hair fell from her cheeks. Her snow-white fingertips gently slid across the table, and her voice was slow and gentle, with a deliberate gentleness in it: "It's me, Qing Yu."

Ming Siran's eyes were indifferent, and he immediately raised his hand to hang up neatly. However, Jiang Qingyu seemed to know what he was going to do, and before he hung up, he said: "I have something to do with you..." After a pause, she was gentle. Said: "It's about Luo Qiao."

It's about Luo Qiao.

A few simple words stopped Ming Siran's movements.

Ming Siran's eyes were deep, holding the phone, and did not speak.

"Why did Luo Qiao become like this? Why did I have to break up with you..." Jiang Qingyu's voice sounded gentle and non-aggressive, and smiled and asked him: "Aren't you curious?"

Ming Siran said expressionlessly on his face. After a while, he said, his voice low and cold: "What do you know?"

Jiang Qingyu retracted his finger from the tabletop and smiled: "I know a lot... at least, much more than you think."

There was no sound in the office. Ming Siran leaned back and leaned on the office chair. His voice didn't sound emotionally ups and downs: "What do you want?"

Jiang Qingyu smiled softly, and said in a hurry, "I want to see you."

Without waiting for Ming Siran to speak, she said softly: "I want to face you, Siran."

The man made no sound.

Jiang Qingyu didn't mind, when it came to Luo Qiao, she was not afraid that he would not come, and her red lips curled up in a beautiful arc: "I will send the address, you must come, I will wait for you."

"..."

Hearing the busy tone of the phone hanging up, Ming Siran narrowed his eyes.

Within a few seconds, his phone shook again, and a text message with the address was sent.

Ming Siran looked at it for a few seconds, and the lines on his face looked particularly indifferent. After a while, he got up from the office chair, put on the suit jacket on the hanger, and walked out with his long legs.

When the assistant saw him, he hurriedly got up and came over: "Ming."

Ming Siran looked straight ahead and said indifferently, "Prepare a car."

...

In the room, Jiang Qingyu put down the phone, walked to the wine cabinet, took a bottle of red wine out of it, and put it on the dining table.

For a perfect and romantic candlelight dinner, she lowered her eyelashes, wondering what she thought, and smiled softly.

At the same time, a low-key black car parked downstairs at Dongshi Pictures.