Inheriting Billions After Being Retrenched

He stared at her, still keeping this posture, did not move, just gave a light hush.

Luo Qiao got close to him, dropped her hand, found his hand, and gently grasped it.

The man's fingers were dry and warm, and there was a feeling of ironing to the touch of the hand. She paused and entangled his fingers.

Ming Siran naturally did not refuse, just looked at her.

Luo Qiao came over, there was still some moist water vapor all over her body, and the faint smell of the shower gel pierced her nose with a little milky smell.

Her soft hair fell down and swept over him.

The distance was not many centimeters, Luo Qiao looked at him with black and white eyes.

Ming Siran looked down at her and asked quietly, "Have you had dinner?"

Luo Qiao looked at him without speaking.

She felt... he was a little deliberate.

Luo Qiao: "Ming Siran, how many cigarettes did you just smoke?"

His expression didn't fluctuate, but his thin lips were involuntarily aroused. He was still in this position, and he lazily asked her, "Why?"

"When did you learn to smoke? Was it the two years we were apart?"

"No."

"..." Luo Qiao stared at him with black and white eyes, almost leaning into his arms: "When is that?"

Ming Siran looked at her obsessed with this question and chuckled, "I didn't smoke."

Just lit up.

"If you didn't smoke, what did you just hold the cigarette for?" He said this to deceive the ghost.

Ming Siran didn't raise his eyelids, and said in a lazy tone: "Um... to set off the atmosphere."

"..."

Seeing her expression, he seemed to find it more interesting, and laughed low.

The low-mellow and pleasant voice tucked people's ears, and the exhaled thin heat swept across the face, bringing out a slight itching.

Luo Qiao stared at his warm and beautiful eyebrows, her lips moved, and she stared at him: "Really not pumping?"

Ming Siran bends his lips and has a **** voice: "No."

Luo Qiao looked at him for a few seconds and said: "...Then I will check."

Ming Siran didn't know what she meant from the phrase ‘then let me check’. The next second, he was kissed by the woman who came up.

She kissed his lips first, and then seemed to be dissatisfied with it, and explored deeper.

It seems that he is really checking whether he smokes or not.

Ming Siran stiffened for a moment, and then the dark under his eyes became thick and thick.

His Adam's apple rolled lightly, and his hand fell on her waist. From the beginning, she let her do whatever she wanted. Later, she picked up some sensations. He raised his hand and grabbed the back of her head. He turned against the guest and deepened the kiss.

Luo Qiao had just finished taking a shower and didn't completely dry her hair, she felt the warm and damp temperature on her hands.

Even with a hot flash in my heart.

After an unknown period of time, Luo Qiao separated from him with some difficulty in breathing, buried his head in the position of his heart, calming her emotions, she listened to the man’s heartbeat, which resembled a repeating heartbeat, and slowly stretched out her hand, encircling him. Waist.

Obviously he is a man who looks gentle and lazy, but he can touch his hard abdominal muscles when he touches it.

Luo Qiao touched it, feeling good, and touched it again.

Ming Siran raised his chin and stretched out his hand to loosen a button. Because of this action, he stretched out a **** neckline. He felt what Luo Qiao was doing, but did not stop him. He laughed and stretched out his hand. , Lifted her face, looked at her red eyes and red lips kissed by him, dry fingertips fell on the corners of her eyes.

After rubbing it twice, his voice was completely dumb, but it was deep and gentle, making people's heartbeat: "Did you check it out?"

Luo Qiao reacted for two seconds before realizing what he was talking about checking out.

She just said to check if he smokes.

I have to forget that there is one more thing...

Luo Qiao licked her lower lip, thought about it subconsciously, and then replied, "...no pumping."

She didn't taste it.

Seeing her look like she was reminiscing, Ming Siran's eyes seemed to be splashed with ink, so black.

The hand that fell on her waist involuntarily tightened a bit, and bowed his head to kiss her.

Eyes, cheeks, corners of lips... His movements were very light, and the restrained and gentle kiss landed on the cheeks, which made people feel very comfortable.

After the kiss, Luo Qiao was psychologically satisfied. The drowsiness that had just been suppressed but had been present reappeared, and it was stronger than before, especially at the moment she was nestled in the warm and comfortable arms of a man, and she couldn't help but rub his chest twice. .

"Sleepy?" The man's voice was still a little dumb.

Luo Qiao didn't open his eyes, buried his head on his chest, and his voice came out dull: "Hmm..."

Ming Siran picked her up from the sofa and put her on the soft bed.

Luo Qiao didn't struggle with drowsiness for long, and soon fell into a deep sleep. Ming Siran stretched out her hand and gently pulled the hair on the side of her face away, just sitting on the side of the bed and watching her for a long time.

Luo Qiao slept for twelve hours. When she woke up again, the room was still extremely quiet. She stepped on the carpet with bare feet, walked to the bed and opened the curtains. The sun was shining on her body. It was a good weather.

She squinted her eyes.

Maybe it was because she slept well last night. At the moment she was in a good mood. She went to the bathroom and finished washing, changed her clothes, and then rang the doorbell of Ming Siran's room.

Before long, footsteps came from the other end of the room, and the tall and tall man opened the door for her. He was still fixing the neckline with one hand. After giving her a glance, let her in.

Ming Siran is wearing a formal suit today, with a straight line of ironed trousers in a suit, standing in front of the mirror, lazy and expensive.

He took the tie from the bed and was about to tie it to himself. As soon as he moved, a soft and delicate hand stretched out.

Ming Siran's gaze fell on Luo Qiao's face.

Luo Qiao tied him with a tie, his movements were gentle, and his eyes were focused. Her voice seemed soft and nice because she just woke up: "Did you sleep well last night?"

Ming Siran looked at her and said slowly: "...Hmm."

Not long after, Luo Qiao tied his tie, tilted her head and looked at it, very satisfied, and said, "Okay."

Looking at him, Luo Qiao asked strangely: "Why do you dress so formal today?"

After waiting for a few seconds without hearing Ming Siran speaking, she raised her eyes and heard him say: "I am going back to China today."

Luo Qiao was taken aback for a moment, and the hand on his neck stopped.

Ming Siran looked at her and reached out to touch her face: "There is something temporary in the company, and I need to deal with it."

Originally, I was going back some time ago, but something happened to Shen Jikong temporarily. Now that he can no longer continue to delay, Mr. Ming has called him several times to urge him.

After blinking her eyes, Luo Qiao regained her consciousness and said, "Oh..." After a while, she asked, "Then what time do you leave?"

Ming Siran lowered his eyes and glanced at his watch: "The plane in thirty minutes."

Thirty minutes later?

Luo Qiao was surprised: "So fast?"