Inheriting Billions After Being Retrenched

The deep, deep voice rang in the ears, hooking people's hearts.

Luo Qiao's fingers paused slightly, not knowing if it was because of touching the coffee cup wall at the moment, the fingertips became hot.

She slowly retracted her hand and sat on the office chair, leaning back, her mouth unconsciously curved a little.

On the other side of Ming Siran, she couldn't hear her voice for a long time, and her tone was slightly raised: "Huh? Say something back, sister Qiaoqiao."

Luo Qiao lowered his eyes to pull the information in front of him, pursed her lips, and returned him for a while: "...oh."

He seemed to hear his sudden low laugh: "That's it?"

"this one."

After a while, he smiled lazily and said okay, don’t force her, you are really busy on his side, you have to deal with all kinds of things when you just get off the plane and you don’t even have time to rest. This call is also taking time. After saying a few words to her, I hung up after reporting safety.

Luo Qiao glanced at the hung-up cell phone, and only put it aside until it went black, and started to read the information again.

But at this moment, compared to before she received the call, she was obviously much better in spirit and mood.

...

Shen Jikong's funeral was finished in a light rain.

Neither his parents showed up.

Perhaps Shen Bohong Lingchu resented him for handing over all his assets to an outsider, or perhaps because he didn't care about it, he didn't even call him a face-to-face.

As for the funeral, there are no ashes in the grave.

Luo Qiao was dressed in black, standing in front of the tombstone, quietly looking at the man who kept herself in her youth forever.

In the photo, the man has superior facial features, and his eyes are slightly lighter under his black hair, which is still a familiar expressionless appearance.

The hand of Shen Jikong next to Zhou Xu looked at the person in the photo with red eyes. He was holding a black umbrella in his hand and was playing for Luo Qiao. The rain slid down the surface of the umbrella and dripped onto the ground with a soft sound. .

Zhou Xu tilted her head and glanced at Luo Qiao. The woman simply pulled her hair up, she didn't wear any jewelry, she had a face without any emotions on her face.

He couldn't guess what she was feeling now.

The master chose this result for her. He respected the master's wishes and didn't want to blame anyone in his heart. Of course, he also felt that he couldn't blame it. I just still want to know how she feels now and how she feels about him.

She could not hear anything except the patter of rain. However, during the nearly an hour standing here, Luo Qiao didn't say a word from beginning to end, she just looked at the man's photo quietly, with a silent expression.

It seemed that there were only two of them left in the entire cemetery. The sky gradually darkened. It was not until Zhou Xu's arm holding the umbrella felt numb that Luo Qiao recovered. She retracted her gaze from the photo and turned her gaze away.

The voice was flat and silent: "Let's go."

Zhou Xu paused and lowered his head: "Yes."

The shoes stepped on the rain-stained stone road, and the surrounding water was steamy, and a season was about to pass.

Luo Qiao got in the car and looked at the cemetery that was gradually going away.

She lowered her eyes.

It's all over.

...

Ming Siran is very busy at work, and Luo Qiao also has a lot of things to deal with here. In the next half month, the only contact between the two people is the phone call before going to bed every day.

However, due to the time difference, it was already early in the morning at Ming Siran every time Luo Qiao was finished.