Inheriting Billions After Being Retrenched

Luo Qiao is not short of money. Although the master’s assets are not a small sum for the rich, it is not attractive to Luo Qiao. Since it is not attractive, she is willing to do so. There is only one reason.

He must say thank you.

Luo Qiao didn’t say a word, indulging in any emotions will not help, things must be resolved when things happen, people always have to move forward, Shen Jikong’s assets she doesn’t want, so she can only be divided by his parents, she can indeed choose to leave it alone ,but……

The silent, pale face of the man looking at appeared before her eyes.

She pursed her lips and looked away.

As if she owed him.

Luo Qiao said lightly: "Let's go, go through the inheritance procedures."

...

Shen Jikong has huge assets, various procedures are extremely cumbersome, and in addition to all matters such as funerals, Luo Qiao has been busy for several days without touching the ground.

That evening, she finally signed the last word and drove back to the hotel.

"You have worked hard." Shen Jikong's subordinate named Zhou Xu opened the car door for Luo Qiao, looked at her obviously tired face, and said: "This matter is basically over. If there is a problem later, I will come to find you."

Shen Jikong is no longer there, he obviously treats Luo Qiao as respectful as Shen Jikong.

Luo Qiao nodded and walked into the hotel, watching Zhou Xu press the elevator for herself, and when the elevator door opened, she raised her leg and walked in.

"You go slowly."

Luo Qiao leaned on the elevator wall, relaxed, and closed her eyes a little unbearably, feeling sleepy.

For dozens of seconds, she leaned on the elevator and almost fell asleep, until the door opened with a ding, she frowned slightly, her eyes widened, and she raised her leg and walked out.

Wu Xia and Rui Ze have their own jobs, and they have left the country. Her brother has not been there for the past two days, and the whole hotel is even more empty.

Luo Qiao pulled out the room card from her bag and raised her hand to open the door.

She just lifted her hand, but the room card slipped out of her hand and fell to the ground. She paused and leaned helplessly to pick it up. Just stretched out her arm, a white and slender hand picked up the room card one step ahead of her. .

Luo Qiao turned her head to see the man's delicate and expensive profile.

Ming Siran lowered his eyelids slightly, put the room card in the sensing position and opened the door. His skin color was very white. From her perspective, he could see his neat jaw line. When he was not speaking, his temperament was a little alienated, and his whole body gave People feel cold and sexy.

As if he had noticed her gaze, the man's eyes moved lightly and his gaze turned to her.

The pitch-black eyes didn't show any light, and they were so dark that they wanted to **** in people.

After looking at her for a few seconds, Ming Siran withdrew his gaze, with no emotion on his face, pressed his hand and opened the door.

Luo Qiao followed him in.

In the twilight, he did not turn on the light for the time being, and the dim light shrouded from all directions, his slender and tall figure seemed to be cast a faint shadow.

He turned his head and glanced at her, "Are you taking a shower?"

Luo Qiao recovered, put the bag down, nodded and glanced at him: "...Hmm."

Ming Siran went to the bathroom and gave her water.

Luo Qiao took off her high heels and put on soft slippers. The whole person was in a state of sleepiness, but because of his presence, she forced herself to cheer up.

After a while, Ming Siran walked out of the bathroom, lowered his sleeves, and said casually without raising his head, "Okay, go."

Luo Qiao fixedly stared at him for a moment, and then after he walked over, she raised her leg and walked a few steps towards him.

Ming Siran's footsteps stopped because she came over.

The man is closer to a head higher than her. At this moment, because of her sudden appearance, he is standing in front of her and staring at her.

Ming Siran looked down at the person's appearance, especially sexy, especially in such a casual state.

Luo Qiao tiptoed and raised her head slightly.

"..."

For nearly a few seconds, Luo Qiao raised her face without receiving a response.

?

She raised her eyes and met the man's sight. He asked her, "What's wrong?"

"..."

Ming Siran bypassed her and went to get the watch that was lying on the table. Just when a phone rang, he took it out of his trouser pocket and pressed the answer.

The next step is the long conversation about work.

Luo Qiao got bored, took the clothes from the closet, and went into the bathroom.

After a while, there was a patter of water in the bathroom.

Ming Siran raised his eyelids and glanced at it on the way to answer the phone. There was no emotion in those peachy eyes, then he looked away and continued the conversation.

Luo Qiao washed her for half an hour, changed her clothes and blew her hair. The hot air from the hair dryer made her sleepier. After she was half dry, she didn't bother to continue, put the hair dryer directly in the drawer and went out.

Ming Siran had finished the phone call. He was sitting on the sofa and still did not turn on the light. The light and translucent floor-to-ceiling windows shone in. His figure was immersed in the shadows, making his silhouette even more profound.

Luo Qiao mumbled why she didn't turn on the light, and she turned on a small light at hand. It was not too bright. She looked up at him and was surprised to find that Ming Siran was smoking at this moment.

The man was lying on the sofa, looking lazy, with a cigarette between Xiu Bai's fingers, and his expression was blurred by the swirling smoke.

Luo Qiao stepped on the soft slippers and walked over, took the cigarette from his fingers, rubbed his white warm fingers, Ming Siran motionless and let her move, her pupils were slightly deep.

"When did you learn it?" Luo Qiao glanced at him and frowned. They grew up together, and then they talked about love. She knew it, Ming Siran never touched these things.

Ming Siran leaned back, did not speak, looked a little lazy, just looked at her.

The room was quiet, and he didn't say a word.

That look is very sexy.

Luo Qiao stretched out her hand and passed the cigarette sullenly, "Are you still smoking?"

Ming Siran looked at her for a few seconds, and then leaned over without saying a word, as if he wanted to bite directly.

Luo Qiao hissed softly, and directly stretched out her other hand to pinch his face and stopped him: "You really dare to suck!"

Turned him upside down.

Ming Siran was squeezed by her face, and did not resist. Hearing that, he smiled softly, and the **** laughter overflowed from his throat, invisibly twitching people's nerves. He was in a lazy state at the moment, peachy eyes He said to her: "It's not my wife, she wants to control me."

Luo Qiao directly extinguished the smoke, and then glanced at him: "Why, it's a girlfriend who can't control you?"

Ming Siran's legs overlapped and he didn't speak.

From the look in the eyes to the hands casually placed on the sofa, every inch of the man at this moment is writing desire.

The quieter the room, the more Luo Qiao feels that he is so boring.

She looked at him for a moment, and moved towards him: "Ming Siran..."