Inheriting Billions After Being Retrenched

Luo Qiao got out of the car and went to buy things. She was sneaky and hidden after she bought it, for fear that others might not know what she bought.

Ming Siran laughed softly when he heard the words.

He didn't speak, he just ‘inadvertently’ stretched out a hand to loosen his neckline, and then ‘inadvertently’ revealed the ambiguity between his neck.

He stepped aside, his peachy eyes smiled, and his voice was light and lazy: "Brother Zelan, please come in."

Luo Zelan didn't know how to describe it, and looked at him coldly.

feel.

Very hard.

The fist is very hard.

Luo Zelan walked in with a cold face.

After more than ten minutes, Luo Qiao went downstairs. The atmosphere in the living room was frozen. Two handsome men, one sitting on the sofa, the other far away, two seductive long legs elegantly overlapping. Hearing the sound, Judu raised his eyes and looked at her.

Ming Siran looked lazy and relaxed everywhere, but Luo Zelan was different. The moment Luo Qiao looked at him, her scalp began to numb.

She coughed lightly, touched her neck and said, "Brother...you are here."

Luo Zelan looked at her expressionlessly. In this weather, Luo Qiao wore long trousers, with the buttons on the top one, and no skin was exposed. If it was not strange to wear a scarf at home, he would have liked to give it to himself again. Cover a scarf.

The desire to overflow the screen is clear.

Luo Zelan put down his overlapping long legs expressionlessly, trying to reach out and pour himself a glass of water to calm down.

Luo Qiao ran over immediately and poured him a glass of water, "Brother, drink water."

Luo Zelan glanced at her, two seconds later, without saying anything, took it.

The atmosphere was inexplicably embarrassing, Luo Qiao laughed twice, and had nothing to say: "Brother, why are you here suddenly?"

Luo Zelan raised his eyelids, his voice could not be heard: "I am not welcome?"

Luo Qiao said hurriedly: "Of course not."

Luo Zelan glanced at her, took out her mobile phone from her pocket, put it on the coffee table, and said lightly: "Your mobile phone fell to me."

"Oh, yes, I went too eagerly last night." Luo Qiao took the phone over.

After she said this, there was no discussion, and the living room became quiet again.

The atmosphere was awkward again.

Luo Qiao: "..."

She looked at Ming Siran with a cry for help.

Ming Siran leaned lazily there. Among the three, he was the only one who was leisurely and loose, and was not affected by this atmosphere at all.

He received Luo Qiao's eyes, raised his eyebrows, spoke slowly, and said something like this: "Brother Zelan isn't leaving? You disturbed me and my girlfriend is in love."

Luo Qiao: "..."

Hearing this sentence, Luo Zelan lifted his jaw slightly, loosened the neckline, and almost laughed at him.

Ming Siran's posture is still lazy, and he is not afraid of death to continue: "By the way, does brother Zelan still have no girlfriend? When I was in elementary school, brother Zelan did not have a girlfriend, and now I have gotten rid of it. ..."

Luo Qiao quickly rushed over and covered his mouth before finishing the words of the male body.

She opened her eyes and stared at Ming Siran incredulously.

he! miss you! dead! !

Ming Siran looked at the woman who rushed over to cover his mouth, narrowed his peachy eyes and hummed softly, then he lowered his eyes slightly and kissed the palm of her hand very lightly.

Luo Qiao's palm numb for a moment, and she immediately retracted her hand. She blushed and looked at the man who wrote her pride in the corner of her eyebrow.

He really is...

Luo Zelan glanced coldly at the man who molested his sister under his eyelids, put the cup down, stood up, and said without emotion, "Ming Siran, come here, I have something to tell you."

Hearing her brother's tone, Luo Qiao immediately raised her head and stammered: "Brother, what are you going to say to him... Then he..."

Luo Zelan ignored her and went straight upstairs.

Luo Qiao knew her brother's temper, grabbed Ming Siran's clothes and whispered, "If my brother wants to beat you, you can just run down, know?"

Ming Siran glanced at the woman pulling his white and soft fingers, watching her with deep peachy eyes, leaning down slightly, and whispering in her ear: "Why, sister Qiaoqiao wants to protect me?"

Luo Qiao nodded naturally: "Of course." She said, "You are my boyfriend. I don't protect you who will protect you."

She always felt that according to his brother's temper, she might really give him a punch.

Ming Siran listened to her name, couldn't help but laughed, stretched out his hand and rubbed her head, indulging in his voice: "Okay. If he hits me, I will run."

Luo Qiao nodded and watched him go upstairs.

I don't know what the two said upstairs, Luo Qiao was waiting downstairs with a bit of anxiety.

And this wait is nearly an hour.

Luo Qiao held the puppet upstairs and came to the entrance of the study, where a man's voice seemed to be faintly heard, but she couldn't hear it through the door.

Luo Qiao leaned her head to listen, but before listening for a few seconds, there was no sound over there.

She was surprised when the door suddenly opened over there, Luo Qiao almost fell, was supported by a strong hand, and the man helped her stand upright.

Luo Qiao raised her eyes and met Luo Zelan's cold eyes, and she couldn't help but exclaimed, "Brother..."

She called brother, but she couldn't help but look around him and look inside.

Seeing that Ming Siran was intact, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Luo Zelan glanced at her, took her look in his eyes, raised his hand to glance at the time on the watch, and said coldly: "Well, it's not early, I should go."

Luo Qiao recovered, and the man beside him had already passed him and walked downstairs.

Luo Qiao quickly followed: "Brother, you can eat here at noon."

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard the man sneer softly without looking back: "Forget it, I get a headache when I see that sorrowful thing."

Luo Qiao: "..."

I don't know why they hate each other so much.

Luo Qiao sent Luo Zelan out and watched the man get in the car, she couldn't help asking: "What did you say in the study just now?"

When it came to this, Luo Zelan hooked his lips, and Luo Qiao was taken aback. When he took a closer look, he had already constricted his expression, tapping the steering wheel lightly, and his voice was as indifferent as before: "Talk to him about a few conditions."

Qiaoqiao's willingness is her own business. He is her brother. All she needs to do is to ensure that she won't be hurt at all. As a man, Ming Siran naturally has to give his attitude.

Fortunately, he did a good job.

Luo Qiao grabbed the car window and looked at him with **** and white eyes: "...what conditions?"

Luo Zelan glanced at her, and after a while, whispered a few words to her.

Luo Qiao was stunned after listening.

Luo Zelan started the engine, glanced at the man who came out with one hand before leaving, and withdrew his gaze without any emotion.