Inheriting Billions After Being Retrenched

The soft big bed sank together, and before Luo Qiao could move, the man's slender body was pressed down, he supported her body and watched her expression.

After a long while, he laughed lowly: "Cold, I will listen to you another sentence?"

He said that, but his eyes that looked at her indifferently said that he would dare to scold again, and he was doing you here.

Luo Qiao opened her eyes, he squeezed her chin and twisted her face straight, forcing her to meet his eyes, her voice was low and soft, and there was a kind of tenderness in it: "Qiao Qiao, I I didn’t get you back to hear you say these things."

At such a close distance, the man's thin hot breath brushed her side of her face, causing a bit of itching.

Luo Qiao shrank unconsciously and frowned, "Shen Jikong, you let me go back."

He stared at her face and said leisurely and idly: "Hey, it's easier for you to kill me directly."

Kill...

Luo Qiao thought, if possible.

As if seeing what she was thinking, Shen Jikong's thin lips curled in a nice arc, found her hand, and pressed it against his heart.

Luo Qiao felt that the man’s steady heartbeat passed through her thin shirt to her fingertips. Shen Jikong looked into her eyes and said in a low voice, “Unfortunately, your shot didn’t kill me at the beginning. There will be no chance."

The room was quiet, and his heartbeat was particularly clear and obvious.

Luo Qiao took a breath and kicked him directly. However, the man was prepared for a long time, and easily suppressed her. Seeing her expression, he slowly lowered his head and leaned forward: "I will help you find that man, you behaved. Stay with me forever, okay?"

When this word fell, Luo Qiao's nerve seemed to be jerked by a thin needle. She raised her head suddenly, her fingers tightened.

Shen Jikong didn't seem to be aware of her emotions, and continued: "Does that surname Ming know about that?" His voice was low and slowly, and every word seemed bewildering: "Will you let him know?"

Luo Qiao did not speak, but her breathing was a little messy.

He nuzzled her gently, and said warmly: "Be with me, I am the best for you, eh?"

...

Coming out of the room, Shen Jikong adjusted his cuffs, a large amount of sunlight poured in through the glass window, and a layer of light was coated on him. He walked slowly, and his black shirt made his face delicate and thin. There is a different kind of beauty.

The whole person feels completely different from Ming Siran.

He tilted his head and glanced outside the sunny window, he was in a rare happy mood.

At dinner, the air in the restaurant was a bit quiet.

Both the servants and the subordinates couldn't help but raise their eyes secretly and looked at the scene in the restaurant with an expression of shock that was hard to hide.

I saw that their noble and elegant young masters were peeling shrimps for women personally, with slender fingers, lazy gestures, and all their gestures were charming.

They could even see a slight scent of pampering in his cold and cold eyebrows.

Be spoiled! !

Everyone was stunned by the words that popped up in their minds. What is this rare scene in a century?

The cold-blooded master would actually show this look, is the sky falling!

However, what shocked them even more was still behind. The tempting shrimp meat was just put on the plate, and the next second, it was picked up by the woman and thrown aside mercilessly!