Inheriting Billions After Being Retrenched

Rui Ze: "..."

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Outside, Luo Qiao looked at the tall man standing in front of her, and she couldn't help frowning: "What do you have to say?"

She didn't want to get close to him like that and didn't want to see his look and attitude...Shen Jikong looked at her, couldn't help but smiled with her lips, and laughed at herself deeply, "Sometimes I think, what I do can make you treat me less Exclusion."

He also wanted to be nice to her, but she didn't care about everything he did.

She didn't even want to see him.

In the absence of any other way, he could only imprison her by his side, but in the end Luo Qiao wanted to kill him.

When on earth can she see him.

Shen Jikong looked at Luo Qiao, smiled slowly, and asked in a very soft voice: "Is it the only day I die?"

The sky was bright, and Shen Jikong stood there, asking such a sentence in a very light tone.

Luo Qiao couldn't help raising her eyes.

Shen Jikong looked at Luo Qiao with deep eyes. He had been thinking for a long time, what is the meaning of being alive? Everyone seemed to be telling him that they would live better without him.

These people also include his parents.

On the day he met Luo Qiao, he fell on the empty street, feeling his body gradually losing consciousness, thinking that it might be better to just die like this.

It's ridiculous that people like him won't even shed a tear for him in the end.

It was very cold that day. The girl came out of the apartment, sleeping a little awkwardly, with a garbage bag in her hand, she was obviously surprised when she saw him, he watched her come in front of him coldly, and moved his fingers away. Bingxue's hair was stuck, and he reached out and touched his forehead.

Her fingers were soft and delicate, and the heat was passed by little by little. Then she dragged him into her apartment, bandaged his wound and cleaned up the blood.

Luo Qiao saved him and made him feel that being alive might not be such a boring thing, but she finally lost him again, making him feel more uncomfortable than death.

What should he do.

Maybe she can only look at him if she is dead.

At this position, Shen Jikong was standing less than one meter away from her. The smile at the corner of his mouth was vain, and there was a faint shadow around him. He looked at her quietly, and his whole person seemed unreal.

Later, this scene often ran into Luo Qiao's mind. She thought, at this time, he could have found something wrong with him.

It could have been.

Luo Qiao frowned: "What do you want to say?"

Shen Jikong looked at her for a moment, then took a step closer to her.

Luo Qiao stepped back subconsciously, this action caused him to smile very shallowly, and laughed at herself: "Do you hate me so much."

Shen Jikong bends over slightly, leaning to her ear, and his voice is soft and soft, "But pretty, I have only you in this life. I don't care about anything else."

Luo Qiao raised her eyes, and Shen Jikong’s slightly lighter pupils looked clear and beautiful in the sun. There were smiling waves in his eyes, which looked calm and introverted, but Luo Qiao inexplicably felt that she was about to be suppressed. Live crazy.

Her breathing paused slightly and staring at him: "What do you want to do."

Shen Jikong had already stood up straight, with a very gentle voice: "Qiaoqiao, come with me."

Luo Qiao refused without thinking: "Impossible."

His eyes fixed on her, and he slowly said: "You like Ming Siran so much. I can do everything he can do for you."

Luo Qiao looked at the man sitting in the dining room subconsciously through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Ming Siran's eyes always fell on her. Seeing her looking over, his expression moved slightly, and he stood up and walked towards her.

Luo Qiao couldn't help looking back, "But you are not him."

Shen Jikong naturally saw Ming Siran's figure, and couldn't help it for half a minute.

He moved his eyes away and looked at Luo Qiao with deep eyes: "You can never be with him." He would not allow it.

"Is that what you want to say today?"

Shen Jikong hooked the corner of her mouth, reaching out as if she wanted to touch her face, Luo Qiao immediately threw it away, but she didn't know where she had touched the man, so she heard him groan clearly.

The action paused, Luo Qiao frowned, looked at him, and then asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Shen Jikong did not speak.

Suddenly thinking of something, Luo Qiao's eyelashes moved slightly, and she stretched out a hand and pulled his arm.

Shen Jikong subconsciously wanted to pull away, "Luo Qiao."

He lowered his voice, with a warning in his tone.

Luo Qiao disregarded his opposition, and stretched out his hand to swipe up his sleeve.

The next moment, when she saw the marks on the man's arm, even she couldn't help but breathe in a cold breath.

The place that was scalded by the soup that day was not bandaged, or it was treated but he removed it again. At this moment, the scar seemed to be **** and scary.

This kind of behavior is close to self-harm...

Luo Qiao raised her eyes and looked at Shen Jikong incredulously.

Under her shocked gaze, Shen Jikong frowned, and his eyes calmly retracted his arm, hurting like that. He didn't show any other signs, and he even spoke to her flatly just now, without seeing anything unusual.

It is said that the pain of scalding is the most unbearable of all the pains, but he seems to be unconscious.

Luo Qiao stared at him with anger in her eyes, and her voice became cold: "Why, do you want me to feel guilty?"

That soup was hurt because she helped her block him. Although she hadn't asked him to do this, it was because of her that caused such consequences.

Shen Jikong did not expect that she would ask such a question. He raised her eyebrows, and even chuckled. He glanced at her: "Guilt? So I would make you feel guilty? Is there such a good thing?"

He loosened the clothes she had pulled up, and while tying his cuffs, he asked casually, "Then do you feel guilty now?"

Luo Qiao said directly: "How is it possible."

When Shen Jikong heard her answer, there did not seem to be any surprises, and his eyes were calm: "The wound is on me. What does it have to do with you?"

When Luo Qiao listened to him, she almost laughed in anger. How could there be such a person: "If you didn't block me, I won't care how you hurt or how bad the wound is."

Only because she was injured, she felt a bit responsible.

Shen Jikong looked at her for a few seconds, and gently twitched the corner of his mouth: "The arm is mine. I can block it for whoever I want to block, and I will block it for you willingly."

"you……"

And ahead, Ming Siran has walked out of the restaurant.