Inheriting Billions After Being Retrenched

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Opening the bathroom door, Luo Qiao walked out.

The light in the room was bright, and Shen Jikong was slender, so he was leaning against the window with a lazy expression.

Hearing the sound, he raised his eyelids and glanced at Luo Qiao, his eyes fell on her tight little face, her thin lips were lightly hooked, and he said with interest: "Why, I'm disappointed that I didn't find anything inside that could kill me. ?"

Luo Qiao: "..."

She walked to the bed without squinting, kicked off her shoes and lay down.

Shen Jikong copied his pockets with one hand, and walked at an unhurried pace, watching her from a high level.

The man's gaze slid down her good-looking brows, and the extremely existential gaze could be felt with closed eyes.

Luo Qiao grabbed the pillow at hand and smashed it directly at him.

Shen Jikong caught it easily, raised her eyebrows, and didn't care much about her rejection of him.

After looking at her deeply for a few seconds, he put the pillow on the head of the bed and lay down himself.

The moment he lay down, Luo Qiao suddenly bounced off the bed, staring at him vigilantly like a cat with exploded fur.

The man closed his eyes, his voice was leisurely, but he clearly conveyed an irresistible danger: "Lie down. Otherwise I don't know what I will do, Qiao Qiao, you know who I am."

Do you know who I am...

In the quiet atmosphere, Luo Qiao pressed her lips.

In her sight, she saw his brows move lightly, as if preparing to open his eyes, Luo Qiao's eyelids jumped, and the next second, she lay down quickly.

Shen Jikong glanced at her, the woman turned her back to him, far away from him, as if she was hiding from some scourge.

He hooked the corner of his mouth without forcing her to come over. He stretched out his hand and turned off the light beside the bed, and the room was plunged into darkness for an instant.

Luo Qiao has fallen asleep until now, and she has no sleep at all. She turned over and accidentally touched the cold ring on her finger with her hand.

She paused slightly.

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In China, it is already late at night.

Ming Siran put a computer on his lap and tapped his slender fingers on the keyboard. Before he could change his shirt, the blood stained on it had dried up.

The man's face was immersed in bright light, and his slightly pale face from the loss of blood was somewhat cold at the moment.

At this time, the men outside raised their hands and knocked on the door: "Ming."

Ming Siran didn't look up, his voice was hoarse without speaking for a long time, and he said lightly: "In."

The man pushed the door in, followed by a doctor.

"Ms. Ming, you need to deal with your injuries first. Our people are already looking for it, and I believe you will find Miss Luo soon."

He glanced at the doctor, and the doctor immediately walked to Ming Siran's side. When he saw the deep wound on the man's arm, he couldn't help but feel a little frightened.

Ming Siran didn't have any expressions, and let the doctor sterilize him, as if the pain was not his own.

His gaze has been fixed on the computer screen, watching the screenshots of the above frames, his eyes are deep and biting.

Suddenly, his fingers paused, and a screenshot of a place was enlarged several times, and a complicated and mysterious pattern was vaguely engraved on it, vaguely like the emblem of a large family.

Ming Siran stared at this pattern, his eyes slowly narrowed, his eyes gradually becoming cold.

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The cruise ship sailed at sea for three days, and in the afternoon of the third day, the cruise ship arrived at the port and came to a foreign city.