Inheriting Billions After Being Retrenched

After a while, he raised his eyelids: "You will do it if I say it?"

Luo Qiao moved closer to him, and she looked very sincere and obedient: "Well, you said."

"Marry me."

"..." Luo Qiao had a pause, touched her neck, and hesitated: "What else?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard him sneer, and she looked like this, and she fell aside: "You liar."

Luo Qiao: "..."

Luo Liar Qiao, looking at the camera, and there was a blank space over there, there was no man in sight, she whispered his name: "Siran."

Ming Siran ignored her and did not appear in the camera at all.

"Siran?"

"..."

Luo Qiao stretched his tone and continued to call him: "Siran..."

"..."

"Brother Siran~~~"

Then, within a few seconds, the man reappeared, his movements were a little slow, he was obviously drunk, his complexion was fair, his eyelashes were hanging lightly, and he looked inexplicably obedient.

But even though he appeared, it obviously made people feel that he was unhappy.

Luo Qiao looked at him like this, she got closer to the camera, her face was even more beautiful, delicate and flawless, and she softly coaxed the man: "May I give you a gift?"

Ming Siran glanced at her in the camera, a pair of beautiful peach eyes rippled, and his voice was hoarse after drinking, lazy and nice: "What is it for me?"

"If you choose, I can send it with a tie or cuff watch..."

But it's okay if she didn't say these words, but when she said it, she seemed to poke Ming Siran at a certain point. In the following dialogue, no matter what she said, he would ignore her.

As for the effect of the wine, and it was late on his side, Ming Siran didn't last long, so he leaned on the side and fell asleep quickly.

Luo Qiao didn't hang up the video call. She held her chin and looked at the man's sleeping face quietly.

After staring motionlessly for a while, Luo Qiao came back to her senses again, glanced at the clock aside, and realized that it was late now, and suddenly felt that her behavior of watching others sleeping at this moment was a bit abnormal. She stretched out her hand and wanted to Hang up the call.

But as soon as the hand moved, she suddenly heard a word from the man.

The fingers stopped suddenly.

She raised her eyes and looked at the screen slowly.

Ming Siran closed his eyes, his long eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes, and his face was handsome, perfect as a monster.

His voice was soft, with only one sentence:

"Qiaoqiao, I love you so much..."

He said a very low sentence unconsciously. Luo Qiao's heart suddenly seemed to be hit with a small hammer. She was shocked slightly and stared at him.

Sometimes, the unconscious confession is the most touching.

The man's feelings are deep in his bones, and what he shows is only the tip of the iceberg, and the immeasurable affection hidden under the deep sea.

The bedroom was extremely quiet, and Luo Qiao couldn't help putting down her hand to hang up the video.

She looked at the man quietly.

It seemed...he was expressing his affection to her from beginning to end.

That way, regardless of the cost, calm and gentle.

So... what about her.

Luo Qiao couldn't help but tighten her lips, watching the sleeping man.

She refused before, but now that she accepts him, should he always give unilaterally like this?

Her breathing slowed down, and a faint thought arose in her mind.

...

Luo Qiao didn't sleep all night.

She made a decision secretly in her heart.

...

The next morning, Ming Siran woke up on time. The feeling of a hangover was very uncomfortable. At this moment, his head was aching.

He reached out and pressed his temples, and sat up with a frown.

The room was silent, and the morning sunlight spilled in through the curtains that were not fully closed. I glanced over it and felt a little dazzling.

Ming Siran took the phone and tried to glance at the time, but found that the phone was stuck on the video call page.

The contact is naturally Luo Qiao.

But at the moment, her side was dark and she couldn't see her.

But the call continued.

Ming Siran twisted his eyebrows, and said after a moment: "Pretty?"

The man's voice just woke up was astringent and dumb.

At that end, Luo Qiao seemed to wake up suddenly, still a little dazed: "Well, it's me."

Ming Siran heard her voice and paused for a while before saying: "I called you all night last night?"

In a foreign country, Luo Qiao lay on the soft bed and pointed the camera at herself. At this time, the phone indicated that the battery was too low. She immediately got off the bed, found the charger to charge it, and looked at the man who had just woke up again, with more eyes What: "What's wrong, don't you remember what you said last night?"

Ming Siran leaned against the bed, what did he say?

He frowned, but he did not remember clearly.

"What did I say?"

Luo Qiao's eyes rolled lightly, oh, stretched her tone, and slowly said: "You said you like me and want to be nice to me for the rest of your life, especially love me..."

After she finished speaking, she looked at the man's expression. After listening to her words, she wrinkled his eyebrows and said lightly: "That's it?"

"..."

He said blankly: "Isn't it a well-known thing that I love you so much?"

Luo Qiao: "..."

Ming Siran got out of bed with his mobile phone and went straight into the bathroom. He unbuttoned the buttons one hand, one after another, elegantly and skillfully, and quickly unbuttoned all the shirts.

Luo Qiao was there, watching him reveal his delicate and straight collarbone, **** chest, and thin abdominal muscles until his upper body was exposed...

She paused before asking, "...what are you going to do?"

Ming Siran glanced at her on the screen, and his thin lips uttered two words: "Take a bath."

"..." Luo Qiao was silent for a while, and looked away: "Then I will hang up first."

"Huh?" Ming Siran's final tone rose slightly, and his expression was loose. A pair of peach eyes seemed to be hooked and hooked to people. He slowly said: "What's wrong, don't you look at the brother Siran who loves you so much. Take a bath?"

Luo Qiao: "..."

Okay, she got it.

When Ming Siran was sober, she couldn't sneer him anyway.

"Bye!"

Ming Siran looked at the hung-up call, raised his eyebrows, did not say anything, and put the phone aside lazily.

Luo Qiao lay on the bed for a while, turned over, and buried herself in the quilt.

Once the decision is made, it suddenly seems to be a lot easier, and the nerves can't help but relax.

It seems that everything has been settled.

She slowly fell into sleep.

...

In the next few days, Ming Siran was busier, and there was very little time to make a call, and Luo Qiao did not take the initiative to call him. In the office, Ming Siran unconsciously glanced at the black mobile phone. Gently pressed his lips.