Inheriting Billions After Being Retrenched

The breath of his body sank, he stood up, walked out of the living room with his long legs, and went outside to answer.

"Master, there is news that a private jet arrived at Pinggang at noon today, and the person on board was Ming Siran, the president of the Ming Group."

Hearing the last few words, the man's eyes suddenly became deep and bitter.

He stared at the endless night in the manor, thinking without emotion, but it came faster than he thought.

"They are in Huajin Hotel now, master, do you need us..."

Shen Jikong pulled his lips when he heard the words, and sneered: "Are you not sure he is not sure that Qiaoqiao is with me? Just don't know what to do."

"Yes."

"Besides." Shen Jikong's face was immersed in the cold light, with unpredictable emotions in his eyes: "Qi Ye has seen a pretty face, with her, you know what to do."

The men over there hurriedly said, "Don't worry, I will let Miss Qi shut up."

After hanging up the phone, Shen Jikong stood outside for a while before turning back to the living room.

Luo Qiao has eaten almost, and is taking the wet towel brought by the servant and wiping her fingers patiently. Under the bright light, her forehead is full, the bridge of her nose is straight, bright and pleasant.

Shen Jikong looked at her silently.

I have experienced the warmth when she is around, how can I accept her leaving again.

This time, he will not give her to anyone.

...

In the luxuriously decorated hotel, Ming Siran answered the phone and ordered the arrangement of company affairs. He pressed his brows and turned back to his desk.

The computer was on and Luo Zelan was on the other end of the video call.

The man’s voice seemed low and cold as always: "Qiaoqiao is not here, I am going back today, how is your place."

Ming Siran coughed softly against his lips, his voice was too dumb: "I'll know in two days."

Hearing his voice, Luo Zelan glanced at the man, Ming Siran on the other end of the screen narrowed his eyes slightly, his face was pale, a little lazy and languid.

Luo Zelan frowned slightly: "Why did you make yourself into this kind of virtue?" It was like dying after a few days.

Ming Siran raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "It's just a fever."

Luo Zelan snorted and summed up blankly: "It's really delicate and weak."

Ming Siran: "..."

He ignored him, his face faintly cut off the video call.

The subordinate walked in from outside, Ming Siran lowered his eyes to turn over the information in his hand, and did not look up: "I want to find a way to make an appointment with the young master of the Shen family, which means that the group has business to talk to him."

The subordinate responded: "Yes, Mr. Ming."

Ming Siran looked at the black and white information and turned a page casually.

...

The next day, Shen Jikong was sitting in the office with a handsome face in black clothes and black trousers.

Hearing the report from his subordinates, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a smile, "Oh? He wants to see me?"

"I said I want to discuss business with us." The subordinate looked at the man who was indistinctly happy and angry, and tentatively asked: "Does the master want to see?"

Ming's Group has a deep accumulation, and since the adopted son of unknown origin inherited the company, it has developed into a prosperous future, which should not be underestimated.

Shen Ji idly turned the pen in his hand, slightly tickled at the corner of his lips, and said lightly: "Tell him that our company has no business with Ming, and there is no need to see."

"Yes."

However, that afternoon, when Shen Jikong's car drove out of the company's underground garage, a car rushed towards him.