Inheriting Billions After Being Retrenched

Ming Siran hugged her, bowed his head and kissed her hair.

The two stayed in bed for a while, and time seemed to slow down at this moment.

...

After a while, Luo Qiao put on his shirt, got up first, and went to the bathroom to wash.

She looked at herself in the mirror, and the ambiguous hickey between her neck was hard to hide. She took a new set of toothpaste and toothbrushes from the cabinet, and while brushing her teeth, she casually thought about what to do.

Not long after, Ming Siran came in from the bedroom.

The man was tall and straight, with two long legs straight and seductive. He hugged her from behind, kissed her on the shoulder, and then buried his face between her neck.

Luo Qiao looked at the mirror and reached out to touch his soft hair, her voice softened unconsciously, and there was a soft tenderness in it: "Go brush your teeth and wash your face..."

He didn't get up. Instead, he grabbed her hand and put it between his lips and took a bite.

Luo Qiao turned her head and chuckled, "It hurts..."

Ming Siran looked at her, eyes lazily, his peachy eyes looked at people like this, even if he didn't speak, it was enough to make people indulge.

Then he looked away, took the toiletries, brushed his teeth and washed his face.

Luo Qiao had already cleaned up, and she was looking at him next to her. The man's profile was smooth, and every part of her body was on her aesthetic point.

She admired the ultimate male beauty for a while. Seeing that he was almost healed, she was content to leave, but as soon as she moved, Ming Siran was wrapped around her waist, and she felt that she was lightened and was hugged directly by the man. On the washstand.

Luo Qiao looked at him suspiciously.

This height allowed the two to look at the same level. Ming Siran reached out and took the razor from the side, handed it to her, and whispered, "Help me shave?"

Luo Qiao was stunned, and then seemed to think that this was a bit interesting, her eyes were bent, and she immediately agreed: "Okay."

After applying the shaving cream, Luo Qiao carefully shaved the man's beard. Because of this action, she couldn't help but get close to him. For fear of hurting him the first time she was unskilled, she couldn't help but relax her breathing.

Ming Siran's posture at the moment is very relaxed, he lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on her.

The woman leaned in, her face was fair and the bridge of her nose turned up, and it was tickling for his concentration.

Satisfaction is not only because of the madness of the night, but also because she allows him to approach.

Ming Siran's hands hanging on his side tightened, and his Adam's apple moved slightly.

Luo Qiao noticed that he wanted to move, and her already a little nervous heart lifted it up. She was afraid that it would hurt his face because of bad scratches. She immediately supported his head with her hand and said softly, "Don't move. "

Ming Siran's eyes darkened a bit with her slightly cool and soft fingers falling on her skin.

He stopped moving.

She doesn't shave fast, it takes a long time to get better. After washing it, she will apply aftershave to him. Luo Qiao especially likes to smell his aftershave, which feels a little bit cold.

She looked at the clean, refreshing and especially handsome man in front of her. She couldn't help but nudged him on her cheek, kissed his cheek, and praised him with a particularly sweet mouth: "Brother Siran is so beautiful."

Luo Qiao's current state is more and more like the way she was in the previous relationship.

Ming Siran's eyes met her, his eyes darkened, his eyes were **** and straightforward at the moment, his gaze slowly moved down and fell on her lips.

Luo Qiao could not help but bit her lip when she saw it, and she moved back, and then heard him chuckle, "What are you backing for?"

"..."

The man leaned closer and asked him when he was close to her lips. His voice was hoarse and his voice was low: "Kiss for a while?"

Luo Qiao was tempted by him to make her palms warm, and she gave a soft hmm, and was pressed by him immediately, entangled deeply.

...

It was nine o'clock in the morning when I got out of the bathroom.

Ming Siran's cell phone on the table rang several times. Luo Qiao glanced at him and couldn't help asking him, "Are you not going to work today?"

Ming Siran took the phone, looked at it casually with low eyes, his voice was lazy: "Yeah."

Although she knew what he was doing, Luo Qiao approached him knowingly, with a smile in her eyes: "Why?"

Ming Siran dialed the assistant's number, glanced at her, and chuckled, "How can I go out on such a big day today? I want to celebrate."

"Celebrate what?"

The next sentence after she asked, she heard the man speak slowly: "Celebrate me...I finally got rid of my virginity?"

"..."

She immediately stretched out her hand to pinch his waist, Ming Siran grabbed her hand with a sullen smile, the woman's hand is small and warm, he can easily wrap it.

After arranging the next thing to the assistant in a low voice, Ming Siran shook her hand and went to the cloakroom. While he went to get the clothes he was going to wear today, he asked, "What do you want to do today?"

Luo Qiao did not speak, glanced at the clothes he was holding, and suddenly thought of something, and said to him: "Wait." Then he ran out of the cloakroom.

Ming Siran raised his eyebrows suspiciously.

Not long after, Luo Qiao took something from below and came upstairs. The man had already put on his clothes, and the whole person looked slender and jade, lazy and expensive.

He stood there idle, heard the sound, raised his eyelids and looked at her.

Luo Qiao handed him the gift box in her hand and said with a smile: "For you."

Ming Siran didn't pick it up at first, just looked at the gift box and said, "What kind of gift is this?"

Luo Qiao glanced at him and said blankly: "...a gift to celebrate your getting rid of the virgin body."

Ming Siran paused for a second, then let out a low laugh.

With a deep smile in his eyes, he took it over, with long and white fingers with distinct knots, and neatly untied the ribbon of the gift box and opened it.

Then his gaze fell on the gift.

An exquisite watch was lying there quietly, and the light blue dial was delicate.

"Do you like it?" Luo Qiao's eyes lit up and looked at him with a smile.

She saw this watch accidentally, and at the first glance she felt it suits him.

Ming Siran lowered his eyes and took it, his thin lips slightly hooked, and his voice was deep and sweet: "I like it."

He watched it for a few seconds, and then put it on. The man's fingers are well-knotted, slender and white, and his wrists are sexy. Others are watchers. When he comes to him, this watch is more luxurious and beautiful.

Luo Qiao tilted her head to appreciate it for a moment, and was very satisfied, she said warmly: "What do you want for breakfast? I'll make it for you."

Ming Siran raised his eyes and stared at her deeply.

Luo Qiao thought he had not heard clearly, and asked again: "What do you want for breakfast?"

His throat moved, and he took a step closer to her, looking at her white and delicate face, the white hand dropped to the side of her face, gently rubbed, and his voice was gentle: "How come sister Qiao Qiao suddenly... So good to me?"