Inheriting Billions After Being Retrenched

The whole space is very quiet, no sound can be heard from outside. At this moment, the hoarse voice in human ears makes people feel lonely inexplicably.

Luo Qiao looked at him and did not speak for a while.

Shen Jikong looked at her for a moment, lowered his eyes and withdrew his gaze, and stopped making a sound.

Obviously he got her here, but he didn't seem to be in a hurry to do anything. The medicine gradually took effect. He seemed extremely uncomfortable and loosened his neckline. Then he came to the bed and lay down.

There was only this bed in the room. Luo Qiao got up as soon as he lay down. He didn't care about her, and closed his eyes with his brows.

Luo Qiao stared at him and frowned slightly when she saw that Shen Jikong seemed to be going to sleep.

After a while, he still didn't move, Luo Qiao pursed her lips and immediately got up to look for an exit.

The entire space was closed. Luo Qiao only saw a broken switch in front of the door, and apart from this switch, she searched the room and found no mechanism or button that could open the door.

Luo Qiao looked at Shen Jikong, who was still closing her eyes.

What does he want to do?

Are you trapping both people here?

Maybe it was because she was confident that she could not go out, and Shen Jikong could say that she was indifferent to her behavior.

Luo Qiao patted the door vigorously, the whole door was very thick, she leaned over, and couldn't hear any sound outside.

She wandered around the room two times. This dark room was very spacious, and it was well-equipped with all kinds of food in the refrigerator, enough for two people to eat for a long, long time.

...

Luo Qiao came to the bed, looked at Shen Jikong, who was asleep with her eyes closed, and asked coldly, "What do you want to do?"

A few seconds later, Shen Jikong slowly opened his eyes. There was cold sweat oozing from the pain on his forehead, his face was pale, and he twitched the corners of his mouth: "I just want you to stay with me for a while."

He constricted his eyes, his light-colored pupils focused only on her, and his voice was soft and almost inaudible: "It won't be long..."

Luo Qiao knew that it didn't make any sense with him. Looking at his appearance at the moment, she thought about the possibility of getting out of here after solving him.

He seemed to see what she was thinking. In this case, he even curled his lips and said warmly: "You killed me and you can't get out anymore, or do you really want to stay here with me forever?"

Luo Qiao pressed her lips tightly, retracted her gaze, and ignored him.

It seemed to be annoying even to talk to him more.

Shen Jikong stared at her for a moment, his eyes suppressed deep self-deprecation. He was lying on the bed alone, his gaze gradually falling from her to the lamp above his head.

The effect of the drug gradually increased, everything in his vision gradually became blurred, and all of Shen Jikong's thoughts gradually sank, he closed his eyes, and a deep sleepiness came.

Shen Jikong felt that he was dragged into a dream.

A real, beautiful dream.

He fell asleep deeply.

...

"What's your name?"

The girl was sitting on the carpet with her back leaning on the bed, holding bandages and anti-inflammatory drugs in her hands. After finishing her work, she got up and opened his clothes.

When she saw the wound on his body, she took a breath and raised her eyes to look at him: "What have you done, why are you hurt so badly?"

Shen Jikong looked at the woman who brought him back from the street with cold eyes. She was wearing pajamas, her hair scattered on her shoulders, and her face was white and delicate.

It is easy to think of all soft and beautiful words.

He was silent.

Luo Qiao didn't mind, she lowered her eyes and concentrated on treating his wounds.

The soft hair slipped from his shoulders and brushed on Shen Jikong's skin, bringing out a bit of itching.

He looked at her for a few seconds, then withdrew his gaze indifferently.

When Luo Qiao cleared the blood on his body, it was already midnight. She glanced at the man who seemed to be asleep with his eyes closed, stretched her waist, and stepped on slippers into the bathroom.

Shen Jikong opened her eyes after she left, listening to the pattering sound from the bathroom, and closing her eyes blankly after a while.

That night, Shen Jikong had a high fever.

He hasn't drunk water or eaten any food for a long time. The wounds are combined with fatigue. At this moment, his throat seems to have been burned by fire, and every inch of bones on his body is aching.

Shen Ji wanted to drink water, but his body was tired and his mind was dizzy, and he didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.

Looking at the dark night outside the window, he thought with no emotion, just forget it.

Originally, no one cared if someone like him died.

Close your eyes and let your thoughts sink gradually.

After not knowing how long, he felt his head raised, warm and sweet water fed in, and lifted his eyelids laboriously, and saw Luo Qiao’s delicate facial features. After she fed a glass of water, she put the water cup in On the side table, his voice was very soft, with a woman's characteristic gentleness, and asked him: "Do you want to drink?"

Shen Jikong watched her, his heartstrings seemed to be plucked with carelessness.

He did not speak.

Luo Qiao seemed to have become accustomed to the silence of the man who picked it up, put him down, took the antipyretic paste, picked up his hair, and attached it to him.

Shen Jikong's mind was always dizzy, letting the woman move, Luo Qiao finished all this and was about to go back to the room to rest again. She was already very sleepy and sleepy, but when he moved, he grabbed his arm.

He didn't use much strength. In fact, he didn't have much strength now. His slightly drooping eyelashes clamped his light-colored pupils, his voice was low and weak, and he finally said the first sentence since the meeting:

"Don't go."

In the late-night apartment, it was quiet and silent.

Hearing his words, Luo Qiao stopped.

She looked at the man who stubbornly pulled her arm, and after a while, she really didn't leave, sitting silently on the carpet next to the bed.

Shen Jikong fell asleep after saying that, not knowing her reaction, and when she opened her eyes again the next morning, she saw the woman lying next to him asleep, with a small face and a delicate face.

At that moment, he couldn't tell how it felt.

He has a memory of last night. Maybe he was lonely for too long before he said to her the words of weakness that he had never said in his life. He did not expect her to pay attention to it. After all, even his biological mother would Don't hesitate to leave him behind when his fever is not going away.

For anyone, he does not seem to be an important existence.

"you're awake?"

Luo Qiao's voice interrupted his thoughts. She yawned, and reached out and touched his forehead again, "The fever seems to have subsided."

Seeing him staring at her without saying a word, Luo Qiao paused, and then a pair of beautiful cat eyes bends slightly, she smiled and said to him: "Hello, my name is Luo Qiao."