Inheriting Billions After Being Retrenched

It was unexpected that Luo Qiao would choose to take a bath in his bathroom at home, but he was only surprised for a moment and quickly put the matter aside.

His head no longer hurts, and the suffocation disappeared. At this moment, he was no longer sleepy. While Luo Qiao was still taking a bath in the bathroom, he took a document and looked at it while waiting for her.

Luo Qiao took a long time in this bath.

Although it was clean enough in normal times, she took a long time to wash it this time, until she felt that she was completely clean and consciously perfect without any blemishes, then put on the prepared nightdress, opened the bathroom door and walked out slowly.

Ming Siran turned the page of the document, raised his eyes when he heard the voice, and glanced at her casually, but the next second, when he saw clearly what the woman was wearing, his gaze stopped suddenly and stopped at her like that. Body.

Luo Qiao only wore a nightdress with a suspender. She was in a very good figure. She was not just thin. The place where there should be flesh was very round and plump. The cold white skin exuded a moisturizing light under the light. She held it. Wiping the hair with a towel, because of this action, the nightdress was stretched, revealing two slender and straight legs, and because of the slight bending, the curvature of the chest became more and more attractive...

Time seemed to slowly stretch at this moment, Ming Siran's gaze paused on her for a few seconds, and then he suddenly retracted his gaze, his hand holding the document tightened unconsciously.

Luo Qiao wiped her hair, approached him, looked down at the file in his hand, and asked softly, "What are you looking at?"

Because of her approach, the fragrant smell of her body pierced into her nose at the moment. Ming Siran glanced at her, Luo Qiao stared at the document, her eyes serious, her slap face was small and delicate, and she turned her head to see that he was silent. Hold him.

Ming Siran's Adam's apple moved, and a few seconds later he said, "It's nothing, files in the company."

Luo Qiao let out a sigh, squatted down beside him, and asked casually, "How long will it take to watch?"

"..."

Her temperature was transmitted through her thin clothes, she almost sat down next to him and pressed her head to her side. Ming Siran's arms could feel her body's ups and downs.

"..."

"Are you tired, go to bed first?" After a while, Ming Siran said. Want her to leave.

Luo Qiao blinked her eyes, looked at him, and said innocently, "I'm not tired." She curled her eyes and said, "I will watch him."

Ming Siran: "..."

The room was very quiet, only the sound of occasionally turning a page of documents could be heard. Ming Siran's eyes fell on the line of words, but these things did not appear in his mind. After a while, he closed his eyes, helplessly Close the document and put it on the table.

Luo Qiao raised her eyes, her eyes seemed to endure a smile, but she didn't seem to have a closer look: "Aren't you looking at it?"

Ming Siran pursed his lips: "...Don't look at it."

"Then we go to sleep?"

"Ok."

Luo Qiao touched her hair almost dry, so she put down the towel, walked to the bed, lifted the other quilt and climbed up.

Ming Siran glanced at her and couldn't help asking: "Are you sleeping with me tonight?"

"It's not the first time we slept in a bed." Luo Qiao's expression seemed more unexpected than him: "Aren't you letting me sleep with you?"

"...I didn't mean that." Ming Siran stretched out his hand and pressed his eyebrows, "Forget it, sleep together and sleep together."

It's just that he can't sleep all night tonight.

Luo Qiao looked at his helpless expression, tucked one side of the hair behind her ears, and looked at him directly, with an obviously seductive expression. She said softly, "What's wrong, Brother Siran, you don't want to talk to me." Sleep together?"

Ming Siran was silent.

"..." Fooled and frustrated, really touching and letting go.

He walked to the other side expressionlessly, dimmed the light in the room, opened the quilt and lay down.

Luo Qiao immediately approached him, hugged him by one arm, and nestled beside him.

Her eyes looked at him, like a stream of water in the slightly dim light, and what she had to describe was pure and lustful. She whispered to him: "Siran."

Ming Siran closed his eyes, feeling that this situation was tantamount to torture for him, and he hummed lowly, not allowing himself to think about other things.

However, the people around him seemed unwilling to let him go, calling his name squeamishly: "Brother Siran~"

Ming Siran: "...Hmm."

Luo Qiao almost leaned to his ear, and a thin, hot breath swept over his ear. Ming Siran heard her speak, and whispered something like this: "Don't you want to kiss me today?"

Breathing stopped for a moment at this moment, Ming Siran opened his eyes, and his eyes seemed to sink infinitely dark, bottomless.

He slowly turned his head and looked at the woman beside him.

Luo Qiao's hair slid down on him, her face beautiful and delicate.

The gaze fell on her full red lips.

Ming Siran's **** Adam's apple moved slightly.

He called her name: "Qiao Qiao..."

Luo Qiao's eyes also deepened a bit, and when she answered again, her voice went softer: "Hmm..."

Ming Siran's voice was completely dumb: "You get closer."

Luo Qiao lowered her body obediently, Ming Siran put her hand behind her head, slightly pressed her down, and gently touched her lips.

Breathing intertwined, Ming Siran's breath gradually became a little messy, and gradually, he was no longer satisfied with tasting, propped up, pressed her on the bed, touched one of her hands, gently clasped them, fingers slowly Rubbing her palms lightly, kissing her deeper.

Luo Qiao felt that her body was about to soften, and his gentle kiss...like nerves being tortured, a tingling sensation washed her back like a tide.

She stretched out her free hand, touched his face, then gently slid down and grabbed his neck.

When she opened her eyes slightly, she saw the man's eyes closed slightly and his eyelashes drooping.

The way he kissed her little by little, so sexy,

The lazy and gentle man is even more fatal when he is in bed. Luo Qiao can't say it, but when Ming Siran concentrates on one thing, especially when it is related to her, his appearance is all Let her be very heart-shaped.

"Siran..."

Ming Siran's eyes were restrained and forbearing, listening to her reliant voice when kissing, his eyes were dark, he paused slightly, grabbed her hand, and kissed her slender fingertips, with a low and **** voice: "Yeah."

Luo Qiao's eyes were a little wet after being kissed by him, and the appearance of lying there was a bit of letting him do what he wanted. Her cheeks were flushed and she said softly: "I like you."

Ming Siran took a halt, and his eyes suddenly became deeper. The heart in his chest hit him a little bit. He lowered his eyes, kissed her palm almost obsessively, and his low voice hooked her ears, seducing : "Say it again, eh?"