Inheriting Billions After Being Retrenched

Hello, my name is Luo Qiao.

She told him so.

The sun came in through the window, and the tail of her eyes was slightly upturned, bending in a gentle arc, just staring at him like that.

That was their first encounter.

Shen Jikong's eyes fell on Luo Qiao's face, and he clearly felt the position of his chest called the heart beating heavily. He watched her for a long while, his eyelashes trembled, and he said hoarsely, "Shen Jikong."

...

Later, he stayed in her apartment to recuperate.

Luo Qiao didn't even ask him about his identity, nor did he understand why he suffered such injuries, so she accommodated him.

The evening in winter seemed even shorter. In the apartment, the sound of the stereo was turned on to the maximum. When Shen Jikong came out of the bedroom, he saw the house full of foreign men and women, joking and dancing.

Shen Jikong saw Luo Qiao sitting on the sofa at a glance. When she saw him come out, she immediately waved: "Jikong, you wake up, come here."

The young men and women looked at this upright and handsome man, and they were a little stunned. His appearance is exceptional even in this strange country, not to mention his cold and noble temperament, but Luo Qiao is nothing. In other reactions, introduce him to those who seem to be classmates and friends.

Shen Jikong noticed that Luo Qiao was a little drunk, her cheeks flushed.

In the past few days, Luo Qiao has been in class most of the time. With a deeper understanding, he found that she was not as careless as she appeared to be. She would suffer from insomnia all night and all night, never sleep at night, and had to fall asleep. She can only rely on sleeping pills, and she will meet with a psychologist with various hallucination suppressants in her bag.

However, Luo Qiao is still full of energy when facing others during the day, and she laughs most of the time, just like now, the beautiful cat's eyes are lightly curved and there is no taboo.

At this moment, a tall foreign man leaned close to her, drinking with her, one cup after another, and the meaning of drinking was obvious.

Luo Qiao was a little drunk originally, and she was even more confused when she drank it.

The foreign man looked at each other with his companion. Within a few minutes, he got up and said in English: "It seems that Luo is drunk. I will help her in to rest."

The eye contact was full of bad intentions.

No one cares about this episode.

The man stretched his hand to Fu Luo Qiao, wanting to send her to the bedroom.

However, before the hand touched the woman's shoulder, he was caught off guard by one hand. Shen Jikong didn't seem to use much strength, but the foreign man's face was suddenly distorted, and he cried out in pain!

Everyone fell silent for a while, and at the same time looked at the man who didn't raise his eyelids, his face was pale, but he was so strong that he didn't dare to defy his ideas.

His eyes didn't even look at the foreign man, he threw away his hand, his thin lips only spit out a cold word: "Get out!"

He clearly saw the broken part of the foreign man, with a terrible sense of distortion, no one dared to say anything, looked at each other and hurried away.

The door of the apartment was closed.

After waiting until the footsteps completely disappeared, Shen Jikong stood up, turned off the noisy speakers, and turned to look at Luo Qiao, who was hanging his head.

She appeared very quiet, and she raised her eyes until he came to her. The eyes that were still confused just now seemed so clear, and her mouth curled up: "Thank you."

Shen Jikong paused slightly: "Are you not drunk?"

Luo Qiao took a few bottles of wine from the wine cabinet again, and put them on the table. Of course, she was not drunk. She originally planned to teach those people, even if he didn't do anything, those people today shouldn't want to walk out of this door intact.

But he shot... Luo Qiao glanced at him and raised her eyebrows: "It seems that I have a good vision."

Shen Jikong's eyes deepened a bit, it turned out that she had come to see him too.

"Forget that you are injured and can't drink."

Luo Qiao only poured it on herself. It was true that she was in a bad mood. After a few consecutive cups, she was really drunk this time.

Shen Jikong kept looking at her, seeing her white earlobes dyed blush, and her eyes became more squiggly. He raised that delicate face, and said to him with a soft voice: "Actually, I am broken in love."

Shen Jikong looked at her desperate, eyes deeper, repeating the two words: "Loss of love?"

In a daze, she had sat next to him, took out the phone from her pocket, and smiled at her with her eyes crooked: "Do you want to see what my brother Siran looks like?"

Brother Siran.

Shen Jikong watched Luo Qiao's eyes overflowing with a smile, the kind of uncontrollable expression that wanted to show off...It was like someone took a needle and slowly pierced his heart.

Shen Jikong pressed her lips in a calm tone, and replied lightly: "Okay."

She was very drunk, struggling to find the album, dig out a photo from it, and then handed it to him: "Look!"

Teenagers are lazy, young girls wanton, no matter how they look at them, they are a happy couple.

Shen Jikong's eyes were unpredictable.

Luo Qiao zoomed in on the photo of the man, and she had to paste her entire face, and asked softly, "Does he look good?"

Shen Jikong didn't say a word, she looked at the photo cherishedly, her eyes calm and lonely.

He thought with no emotion, it seemed that it was always the case. Everyone had someone they cherished, but the one cherished in anyone's heart would not be him.

And she turned out to be the same.

Luo Qiao whispered: "I miss him."

Shen Jikong retracted his gaze, took the rest of the wine, and poured himself a glass: "Then find it."

"No." The woman's voice lowered, she leaned on the table and muttered: "I can't..."

She fell asleep.

Shen Jikong finished a glass of wine, turned his eyes to look at her for a moment, got up and carried her back to the room.

After this time, she seemed to automatically acquiesce that he had become her good friend, talking to him, talking to him, unable to fall asleep at night, when screaming hysterically, he was with her.

He could feel Luo Qiao fearing someone.

It seems to be a man.

the man……

Shen Jikong narrowed his eyes deeply.

And every time Luo Qiao wakes up, she always seems to breathe a sigh of relief when she sees him. During that time, she sometimes puts her hand on his shoulder, her eyes bend, acting like a good friend Tone: "I can't talk about love. The two of us eat, drink and have fun, and make do with it, and our life will soon be over."

Hearing this, he seemed to smile but not smile: "Will you stay with me forever?"

"Yes indeed."

He was silent for a few seconds, and said lightly: "This is what you said."

"Of course I said, we are good friends."

Good friend, Shen Jikong thought blankly, who wants to be good friends with you.

...

The dream ups and downs several times, and Shen Jikong opened his eyes again. The light in the dark room was still dim.

He moved and looked at Luo Qiao.