Inheriting Billions After Being Retrenched

A few seconds later, Luo Qiao's eyelashes trembled, and her voice was a little dry: "Why do you say this suddenly?"

"Not suddenly." Ming Siran slightly cut off her words: "I have been thinking about it for a long time."

Since she returned to China and met again, this kind of thought has surfaced in his mind thousands of times.

"But..." Luo Qiao murmured, "I haven't thought about it yet, and why is it at this time..."

"At this time?" In a daze, she seemed to see Ming Siran smile, his tone was very gentle, but the words and sentences were breathtaking and shocking: "Pretty, it has nothing to do with when, from From beginning to end, there were only two of us in this relationship."

Luo Qiao looked at his handsome face, her heart tightened, and she was a little speechless for a while.

The man lowered his head and kissed her lips softly, with a gentle voice: "You haven't thought about it, then think about it now. I'll wait for your answer."

...

Reached out and closed the door of the hotel room.

Ming Siran stood quietly on the spot for a while, then slowly walked away from his long legs and walked towards the elevator.

His steps are not hurried or slow, and there is a kind of lazy elegance in it.

The men on the side quickly followed.

"The invited professionals are still in the dark room?" In a casual tone, the subordinates heard it and realized that he was talking about the staff who analyzed whether Shen Jikong was dead.

Busily said: "Yes."

When he got to the elevator, his men hurriedly pressed the elevator, the door opened, and the man walked in. At the same time, his low and cold voice sounded: "Prepare the car, I will go to the scene again."

The subordinate glanced at Ming Siran, the man was tall and thin, and his aura was shocking. He hurriedly said, "Yes."

...

Shen Jikong's figure was not found in the dark room, and even the body was not found. Various speculations about the death of the young master of the Shen family were overwhelming in the news, and the hearts of the people in the Shen Group Company were about to move.

In the next few days, Shen Jikong's biological father, Shen Bohong, got better, he couldn't wait to leave the hospital and held a shareholders meeting.

There was also Ling Chu who was sitting in a wheelchair with a broken leg.

The two of you come and go, grabbing the shares belonging to Shen Jikong without hesitation, but no one has ever asked a word about Shen Jikong.

Shen Jikong's subordinates stood by and listened, gritted their teeth, their fists creaked.

How could there be such parents.

"Chairman, Madam..." He looked at the two people who were blushing and uneducated and wished to tear their faces on the spot, and said in a calm voice: "The master has made a will, and all his shares belong to Miss Luo Qiao. One person."

Shen Bohong's face was sickly and haggard. He hated the unfilial son who almost killed him at the moment. Hearing what the subordinate said, he couldn't help but sneered: "It's absurd, why should I give the assets of the Shen family? An outsider? I saw that when Jikong made the will, my mind was not clear. Since it was a will made when I was not clear, how can I count it?"

"The master has done a notarization of the will, and the notarization has legal effect."

Before Shen Bohong spoke, Ling Chu, who was sitting in a wheelchair, spoke lightly: "But I heard that Miss Luo Qiao is not rare to ask for his assets. According to the order of inheritance rights, his assets belong to us as parents. ."