Inheriting Billions After Being Retrenched

Luo Qiao took the tissue and wiped her mouth, got up to leave.

When passing by, he was stopped.

Luo Qiao turned her head and saw the hand he stretched out towards him, met Ming Siran's eyes, and heard him grinning casually: "It's all a girlfriend, why don't you hold your hand?"

The three words "girlfriend" came out of the mouth, smiling, lazy and sexy, which set off an irritating emotion.

Luo Qiao: "..."

She looked at the man's jade-like slender and white fingers, paused for two seconds, and then put her hand on it.

His fingers were warm and he held them lightly, his eyes fixed on her: "So good."

Luo Qiaoer was hot, and tugged his hand: "Are you still going?"

How long do you want to sit here.

Ming Siran was dragged twice by her before he got up lazily.

...

Netizens still commented on Luo Qiao's Weibo to make her treat Ming Siran better. Luo Qiao nestled on the sofa and looked up at the man answering the phone in front of the French window.

Ming Siran is tall and slender, and his figure is handsome and straight, so looking at it is particularly seductive.

Suddenly I remembered the first time I met him.

The Ming family has a big business, but unfortunately, a dozen years ago, both the Ming family died. Ming's father lost his son and daughter-in-law overnight. The white-haired man gave the black-haired man to him, emotionally unacceptable, so he adopted Ming Siran.

The young man whose name was given to him from unknown origins and even his name was not what he is now. At the celebrity banquet, he was outstanding in appearance. As soon as he entered the circle, he attracted everyone’s attention, but he was more often Silence, even the dialogue with Ming Lao is pitiful.

Luo Qiao still remembers that she was in the garden when she first met him. She accidentally ran into him and met his black eyes that could not penetrate the slightest light. He just glanced at her indifferently, ignoring her quietly. He said sorry, turned around and left.

After he left, Father Ming came out and saw her look dumbfounded. He raised his hand and touched her head. He gently said: "This brother has suffered a lot before, and his temper is not very good. Don't care about Qiao Qiao. ."

Luo Qiao still remembered that she shook her head and said milky voice: "No!"

Good-looking people have a bad temper, she can understand.

Just like her brother.

What's more, this brother Siran is not generally good-looking.

After that, she often came to Ming's house. Master Ming felt that it would be good for someone to talk to Ming Siran more. It is rare that Luo Qiao is not afraid of Ming Siran. In addition, Luo Qiao has grown soft, cute and warm since she was a child. She feels comfortable when she sees it, so she often picks up the car and takes her home.

Luo Qiao only remembers that Ming Siran didn't care about her at that time, but with her perseverance and unremitting efforts, he was finally caught by her.

Everything in the past was flowing slowly past her eyes like flowing water. Luo Qiao looked at him for a while, took her mobile phone, switched it to the camera mode, and pointed it at his figure.

The man put one hand in his trouser pocket, and did not see what she was doing.

Luo Qiao clicked on the camera button, so he only heard an unusually clear and loud voice from the quiet room:

"Crack—"

The silhouette of the man on the phone paused, looking in her direction.

I was caught in a sneak shot.

Luo Qiao: "..."

Ming Siran looked at her without speaking.

Luo Qiao quietly put away the phone, and sat up straight with a light cough.

Ming Siran said a closing sentence to the person on the other end of the phone, then hung up and walked towards her with his long legs.

He stared at her with a thin smile in those peach blossom eyes, "What are you doing?"

Luo Qiao: "...nothing."

Ming Siran leaned forward slightly, and the tone reached her ear, with a cheerful chuckle: "Candid photo of brother?"

"..."

He sat down beside her and asked slowly and softly: "Is my brother that pretty?"

Luo Qiao: "..."

Suddenly I missed his taciturn period.

Ming Siran stretched out his hand to loosen the neckline, Luo Qiao glanced at him, without speaking, after a few seconds, glanced at him again.

Ming Siran noticed and raised his eyebrows: "What?"

Luo Qiao slowly stretched out her hand and pulled his arm.

He was wearing a shirt, unzipping his cufflinks, and pulling up a few times, and he saw the clear scar on his arm.

The man's complexion is pale, so it looks obvious.

Ming Siran knew what she was going to watch halfway through her movements, and didn't stop it.

When the scar appeared in front of her eyes, even though she saw it yesterday, Luo Qiao still couldn't help but frowned and her fingertips fell on it: "Does it still hurt?"

Ming Siran's eyes fell on her face, and her expression at the moment could affect his mood more than this scar.

He bent his lips and said softly, "It doesn't hurt."

But less than a second after he finished speaking, he said again: "Actually a bit."

Luo Qiao raised her eyes.

He stared at her with a smile in Peach Blossom's eyes: "If Sister Qiaoqiao could kiss her, it might not hurt."

The second after he finished speaking, he saw Luo Qiao and lowered his head.

Ming Siran was slightly startled, originally just trying to tease her deliberately, but he didn't expect...but his thoughts had not yet been fully formed, and he felt pain before his soft lips.

Ming Siran noticed what she was doing, his eyes curled slightly, and a low smile rolled from his throat. His slender fingers stretched out and pressed her chin, lazily and **** voice: "Are you a puppy? "

Let him show off.

Luo Qiao bit his arm. Naturally, she didn't bite the wound. She didn't bite hard. At this moment, he had no strength to hold her chin.

Ming Siran felt her soft lips touch her arm, bringing out a little moistness. His eyes were slightly deep, and his fingers gently rubbed her chin with his fingers. Luo Qiao raised his eyes, and at the same time, It felt dark in front of him, and the man lowered his head and pressed his lips instead of his hands.

He smelled clean and clear, and at such a close distance, it gradually encroached on her breath.

At this moment, Luo Qiao suddenly heard his voice: "Does the injury of the surname Shen also make you feel bad?"

Luo Qiao was a little dizzy when he was kissed. At this moment, she suddenly heard him mention the three words. She reacted for two seconds before realizing who he was talking about.

A picture of his arm that had been ruined by him flashed before his eyes.

She paused.

She kissed the corners of her lips clearly, feeling her reaction after he asked this sentence, and tightened her hands a little bit. The slouchy voice was especially **** and tempting at this moment. But there is also a somewhat undetectable danger: "He is hurt and makes you feel bad, or is I injured and you feel bad, huh?"

Not mentioning it is not careless, but there was no position at the beginning. Never forget, waiting here.

Maybe Luo Qiao didn't answer him for a while, Ming Siran bit her lower lip, and with her groan, he directly hugged her to his lap.