Inheriting Billions After Being Retrenched

It is difficult for Shen Jikong to really treat him as an enemy. If he could let go sooner, or if he did too much, their position would not be so unclear.

But now the complicated mood is still pretty.

Luo Zelan turned around and pressed the hand with the cigarette on his eyebrows, with a deep voice: "Take care of her."

"I will."

In the hotel, Ming Siran hung up the phone and looked at the lightening sky outside the window, his eyes deep.

...

The curtains are drawn in the room and the light is very dark.

Luo Qiao's eyelashes trembled and she suddenly woke up from her dream. She took a breath, and slowly touched her forehead with her hand, and sat on the bed for a while.

Ming Siran came in from the outside and saw Luo Qiao sitting on the bed in a daze. He raised his hand and closed the door and walked over: "Why don't you sleep longer?"

Luo Qiao looked down at the watch on her wrist and slept for more than an hour, which is not long.

But the sky outside is already bright.

After a few seconds, Luo Qiao raised her head to look at Ming Siran, and asked: "How is Shen Jikong? Did you find someone?"

Ming Siran looked at her for a while before he said: "No, the passage has not been dug yet."

After being silent for a while, Luo Qiao got up and whispered: "I'll go take a look."

...

The two returned to Shen Jikong's manor again, and the passage had been dug for more than half of the time. Luo Zelan stood outside, saw the two of them, got up and walked over.

He looked at Luo Qiao and frowned: "Why are you here?"

Seeing Luo Qiao's slightly pale face, how could Luo Zelan fail to understand what she was thinking, and said in a deep voice, "Whether he is dead or alive, it has nothing to do with you."

"Brother, I..."

Luo Zelan interrupted her with a heavy tone: "Qiaoqiao, you don't owe anyone." No matter how regrettable this happened.

Luo Qiao said nothing.

I was confused, my emotions seemed to be in the wrong place, I knew what to do with it intellectually, but I couldn't accept it psychologically.

Thinking of what Shen Jikong had said to her before, Luo Qiao closed her eyes. She thought, she could have done something.

"Why did he trick you into putting something in the red wine, it's pretty, it's his own choice."

Deliberately aroused her emotions and let her escape from herself, even if it wasn't the glass of red wine, it would be something else.

Luo Qiao stared at the entrance of the dark room, her lips tightened.

Luo Zelan knew that he had spoken hard just now, so he slowed down: "If you haven't found him yet, it's hard to say what the final result will be. Don't think too much."

"……Ok."

The time to wait for the results is the most frustrating. The sky outside is already bright.

Ming Siran stared at Luo Qiao for a moment, and whispered a word to the subordinates beside him. After a while, he saw his subordinates come in with food.

Ming Siran got up, put breakfast on the table, and said, "Eat something first."

Luo Qiao had no appetite and didn't move.

Luo Zelan glanced at Ming Siran, but the latter didn't say anything, and there was no emotion on Swen's handsome face.

After a few seconds, he silently pulled away the chair and sat down.

Luo Zelan looked at him for a while, lowered his voice, and said to Luo Qiao with his head sideways: "...You were taken away by Shen Jikong. He is the most anxious. I haven't drank a sip of water in the past two days. Qiao Qiao, I know you still can't react to it. Come, but you should know what to do, eh?"

Luo Qiao was taken aback, turned his head, and saw Ming Siran who was silently eating there.

The man lowered his eyes, his face was delicate, his hands holding chopsticks were slender and white, and every inch of his body was filled with a cold and indifferent breath.

Her mind was caught off guard, and she understood what her brother meant, and immediately got up, walked a few steps and sat down beside him.

The man heard the voice and turned his head. He has a pair of beautiful eyes, which are deep and dark, like a quiet deep pool. Seeing her coming, there is a ripple in his eyes: "Pretty."

Luo Qiao pursed his lips, found his finger, and held it gently, with a low voice: "I'm just a little confused in my heart." After all, this incident was too sudden.

She didn't mean anything else.

Ming Siran looked at her for a moment, then took her hand back, and said softly, "Well, I know."

He knew who she was.

Ming Siran looked at Luo Qiao's black and white eyes looking at him, and suddenly understood Shen Jikong.

How can you endure that the person watching in these eyes is not yourself, the feeling will be more uncomfortable than death.

...

The passage was dug a little bit, however, the men who went to check in did not find Shen Jikong's shadow.

"Young Master, Mr. Ming." The subordinates walked out from inside, took a look at a few people, and said: "We didn't find Shen Jikong's figure inside."

Hearing this, the trio's complexion changed slightly.

"Qiaoqiao, you're waiting outside." Luo Zelan dropped these words and entered the dark room with Ming Siran.

The unrecognizable dark room was reluctantly supported at this moment, and the furnishings inside were all messed up. Luo Zelan's gaze inspected the dark room around, and at first glance, indeed, no man was found.

However, if Shen Jikong was in the center of an explosion of this scale, and the high temperature coupled with a huge impact, it would not be impossible to blow the human body into pieces.

And the most important thing is that this dark room has no other place to go out except for the entrance just now.

"Send professional technicians over." Ming Siran's gaze swept across the corner, his gaze narrowed slightly, and he saw a piece of clothing stained with blood. He walked over to pick it up and tightened his brows: "Look at what is going on. What happened."

"Yes, Mr. Ming." The subordinates went out immediately.

As soon as Ming Siran turned around, she met Luo Qiao's eyes who came in from outside. She looked at him a little anxiously: "What's the matter, is he okay?"

"Not sure yet."

Ming Siran stared at this tiny piece of clothing, with deep eyebrows. For a while, he couldn't be sure whether Shen Jikong was not dead or whether he was bombed beyond recognition, like everything in the dark room.

...

Ming Siran took Luo Qiao out of the dark room. After all, it was only a temporarily propped up room. The danger was extremely high, and there was a danger of collapsing again at any time.

This result makes people unexpected, they can only wait for news from professionals.

The arrangements for returning to China were put on hold for the time being, and there was such a big disturbance, no matter how the news was blocked, the media still knew.

Although Shen Jikong was low-key, his identity was there after all, and there were many people staring at him.

Especially when the news of his death was reported on a large scale.

In the afternoon of the same day, news came from professionals and accurate results were obtained.

"Ming, the investigation result said that a small amount of human tissue was found in that room. Although the number is not enough to determine a person's death, considering that there is no other exit in this dark room, they are still more inclined to Shen Jikong's death."