Inheriting Billions After Being Retrenched

Luo Zelan raised his eyes and took a look, the expression in his eyes was as cold as ever.

However, the moment he retracted his gaze, the phone on the table suddenly vibrated violently.

He reached out and took it, and pressed to answer, his voice was cold: "What's the matter?"

Not knowing what the person on the other end of the phone said, the man stood up abruptly, his voice tense, as if suppressing the wind and rain he wanted to come: "What did you say!"

Ruan Qiu glanced at her son. It is rare to see him showing such obvious emotions. She was surprised and said: "What's the matter? Qiaoqiao is calling?"

Luo Zelan didn't say much, an iceberg face was so cold, he picked up the suit jacket that was lying aside, and strode out the door with his long legs.

...

On the tarmac, the helicopter's propeller spun a huge wind, Shen Jikong came out of the car holding Luo Qiao, the woman's hair was messed up, and her face was small and white.

The doctor who received the notification was already waiting on the plane, and when the man came over, he immediately checked Luo Qiao.

Looking at the redness and swelling on Luo Qiao's forehead, the subordinates couldn't help but say to Shen Ji: "Master, you will be angry with Miss Luo like this."

Shen Jikong glanced at the unconscious woman with her eyes closed, and sneered coldly: "If you don't faint, she will go with me?"

The subordinate immediately shut up.

The doctor finished the examination and said: "It's nothing, but the head has been hit, and I will wake up soon."

He treated the injury on Luo Qiao's forehead, and Shen Jikong sat aside, looked at her for a few seconds, and gently held Luo Qiao's hand.

At this time, one of his men got on the helicopter and whispered: "Master, we should go."

"How is the situation over there?" Shen Jikong looked at Luo Qiao, and said indifferently: "Is he dead?"

"The specific situation is unclear. The people in Ming Siran blocked the news."

Shen Jikong said unclearly, "You said, if I take this opportunity to completely get rid of Ming Siran, what will happen to her?"

The man was startled and dissuaded: "Miss Luo may be desperate with you. Master, we can't stay here for a long time. If you stay longer, Miss Luo may not be able to take it away."

Ming Siran Luo Zelan, anyone is not so easy to deal with, let alone Miss Luo's difficult friends. The reason why they succeeded so quickly this time, a large part of the reason is that those people are unprepared, and it may be later. It's hard to say.

This is not their place, it is them who really suffer.

Shen Jikong gently squeezed Luo Qiao's fingers. After a while, he leaned back and let out a lazy mumble.

...

There were still no people on the road, the crashed car was thrown there, the driver fell aside, and the doctor was treating his bleeding head.

Luo Zelan expressionlessly listened to the report at his hand: "About ten:15, the young lady came out of the company. From then on, this car has been trailing behind the young lady's car. This is the one captured by the surveillance system."

Hearing these words, Luo Zelan took his gaze back from the crashed car and looked at the photo he was handing over.

The glass of the car has been specially treated, and the people in the car are not captured by the surveillance.

Luo Zelan curled his eyebrows, his voice was cold: "Block the airport, stations, and major ports. Be sure to find someone for me."

The subordinate quickly said: "Yes!"

Luo Zelan returned to the car with a cold face, opened the door and sat in, and said, "There is also Ming Siran, how is he?"