Inheriting Billions After Being Retrenched

When Luo Qiaoyi opened Weibo and saw these comments:

Luo Qiao:? ? ?

She just dismantled a new mobile phone and threw the mobile phone box into the trash can. Looking at the comments of netizens, she found that she was not good.

"How come these people say that I am like a scum..."

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard the man next to her sigh lightly, "Oh, isn't it that way."

Luo Qiao:? ? ?

She looked at him.

Ming Siran propped his head, holding the phone in one hand, with two long legs elegantly overlapping, staring down at the phone screen, and lazily said: "My ex-girlfriend will not be black and I will burn it. Any response."

Luo Qiao: "..."

Seeing her not speaking, Ming Siran raised his eyelids and watched her with slightly raised peachy eyes, speaking slowly, with a lazy and loose voice: "I don't know when I will be favored."

His eyes were chasing her, as if they were on a hook, and as the voice entered his ears, the eyes were tickled in the heart.

Luo Qiao immediately looked away when he heard what he said, and said silently: "What are you talking nonsense."

Ming Siran hooked the corner of her mouth slightly and looked at her: "Qiaoqiao, come here."

She walked over.

The man put the phone down and held her by his hand.

Luo Qiao's fingers were slightly cold, and she held a piece of cold jade in her hand, her fingers were soft and slender, and her small nails were shiny and lovely.

Ming Siran looked down and asked her warmly, "Can you tell me what happened between you and Shen Jikong?"

Obviously she felt her body pause slightly after he had asked this sentence and looked at him.

Ming Siran raised his eyes, and there was no compelling or questioning emotion in his eyes, but he looked at her gently.

Luo Qiao's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she said nothing.

"Or don't talk about him." Ming Siran inadvertently brushed his fingers across the back of his hand, and he slowly said: "Anything is good, as long as it is about you."

He knew that she had concerns and other secrets, so he would not be repulsive to him, but he also knew that if she continued like this, she could never get into her heart any more. She erected a wall for him, clinging to her own bottom line, and keeping a can The state of pulling away calmly at any time made him feel that she could leave him again at any time, just like when she broke up before.

Luo Qiao's drooping eyelashes contained all the emotions in it, making it impossible to see what she was thinking.

There was silence in the room for a while, and then Luo Qiao heard the man's low and sweet voice slowly resounding: "Qiao Qiao, do you like me?"

It touched his mo-like eyes, scorching gaze in his heart, as if it could leave traces.

Like it.

Luo Qiao's throat moved, and when she met his eyes, she felt hot on the tip of her heart.

He pressed her hand on his cheek, Luo Qiao wanted to retract her hand, but he kept it.

He was still looking at her, Luo Qiao felt that he was pressed by his eyes, a little breathless, and even her back, she seemed to slowly roll over with a tingling sensation like tide.

Breathing slows down.

Luo Qiao didn't say anything, Ming Siran asked softly: "Do you not like it, or don't want to say it?"

He asked her, "Do you want to fall in love, or just don't want to talk to me?"

"..."

In the long silence, Ming Siran could not hear any answer from her, but sometimes not answering is also an answer in disguise. He looked at her for a long while, and finally slowly withdrew his gaze, unable to hear the emotions in his tone, and let go of her hand, "Okay, I get it."

Luo Qiao suddenly felt empty in her heart, as if something slipped away quietly. She failed to catch it. She raised her eyes to see Ming Siran. His expression was still faint, and he could not see whether he was happy or angry. She straightened her body and walked towards At the desk, the man turned his back to her, he was tall and straight, with a thin waistline, and the slender white shirt tucked around his waist, making him look cold and abstinent.

A few seconds later, he said: "We will return to China tomorrow."

...

Coming out of Ming Siran's room, Luo Qiao walked on the corridor of the hotel.

The entire hotel was wrapped up by them, except that they were the employees of the hotel, and the surroundings were extremely quiet, even the sound of their own footsteps could be heard clearly.

Luo Qiao stretched out her hand to press the elevator button, watched the number on the elevator slowly rise, and blinked slowly.

The phone in her pocket vibrated. She took a look at it. It was a news feed, not valuable information. She wanted to turn it off at will, but suddenly she clicked on Weibo when she thought of something.

Looking at the comments made by netizens on her Weibo, one by one, her finger paused slightly on a comment.

[It’s really tiring to take the initiative for a long time. To tell the truth, it’s not easy for Ming’s father. May I ask who can accept other people’s refusal? People’s hearts are long, and Ming’s father’s character does not show that he does not show it. He really didn’t feel it. Although everyone is joking now that Sister Qiao cherish Dad Ming a lot, I really want to say something seriously, don’t wait until you miss it to know how to cherish it. There are a few days in your life, and you miss it. Then it's really late. 】

Below this comment is a +1 agreement.

Luo Qiao looked at this comment, her fingers tightened, her eyes moved down, and she saw the Weibo account of netizen Aite's man.

@ksjdhkadsV

Luo Qiao still doesn't know what his Weibo name means, and he never changes it.

She pursed her lips, tapped her finger, and entered his Weibo.

Weibo certification: Ming Siran, President of Ming Group.

Fans: 55.67 million

Follow: 1

Luo Qiao stared at the word 1 for a long time, clicked it, and saw only one Weibo name.

-Luo Qiao V

At this time, the elevator rang and opened slowly. Luo Qiao lifted her leg and walked in, sliding his finger lightly on his Weibo page. A few short Weibo, without exception, were all related to her.

An indescribable feeling suddenly rushed into her heart. As the elevator doors closed, this feeling rose a little bit, making her a little confused.

Luo Qiao suddenly remembered the time when she went to school. At first, Ming Siran did not agree to associate with her. It was because of her soft and hard feelings that the man with a lazy posture seemed to be worn out, indifferent. Said a good word lazily.

It may be that the little girl has poor patience and is just fun, and it won't last long.

But she persisted like that.

But time faded away little by little, and even she couldn’t remember how she abducted him step by step in the first place. She only vaguely remembered the tenderness of the boy’s eyes day after day, and the range that could accommodate her became wider and wider, he Let her enter his world until today.

As the elevator descended, the screen went dark, Luo Qiao slowly put the phone in her pocket, and when she looked up, she saw her shadow reflected on the elevator.