Inheriting Billions After Being Retrenched

Luo Qiao was dragged into the villa by him, and she couldn't keep up. As soon as she entered the door, he was directly against the door panel.

The man looked at her with his eyes down, his voice was low, and he felt deep and **** in his ears: "Want me to clean up you? Don't you?"

Luo Qiao blinked: "Some people are obviously ignoring their girlfriends, and finally let her go to the press conference alone, and now they still say that they want to clean up me. That's how you are your boyfriend?"

Ming Siran's eyes fell on her face, and a few seconds later, he nodded.

He took a few minutes away from the hand that he clasped her waist, his jet-black eyes watched her, his Adam's apple rolled gently, his fingers fell on the suit, and with a flick, he threw the expensive suit jacket on the ground.

The cool night air swept over all of a sudden. Luo Qiao glanced down. Before she could respond, she heard the voice of the man in front of her, "I was wrong about this, I apologize to you."

He leaned over and said slowly: "Forgive me, huh?"

Luo Qiao was finally satisfied when she heard him say this. She snorted and raised her eyes: "It's almost the same, but if you do this in the future, I won't forgive you easily."

Ming Siran looked at her with the tip of his tongue pressed against the back molar and chuckled lightly.

Dangerous emotions rolled in his dark eyes, but his voice became more gentle and moving: "Okay."

Looking down inch by inch, falling on her lips, the man slowly said, "I want to apologize to you."

Luo Qiao has completely relaxed, her eyes curled, she raised her eyebrows, and put her hand on his shoulder: "Oh? How do you apologize? Let me listen."

Ming Siran raised his eyelids and glanced at her, but asked something else: "Are your feet tired?"

Luo Qiao felt a little tired after wearing high heels for such a long time. She nodded: "A little bit."

Ming Siran picked her up, keeping his eyes on her, and said warmly: "Then I will take you upstairs to rest."

Luo Qiao was happy now, she stretched out her hand and squeezed his face, and said, "This is good."

Ming Siran smiled, did not speak, and walked upstairs holding her.

If some people don't teach them, their tails will be up to the sky.

...

Luo Qiao was carried to the bedroom by Ming Siran, and he put her on the bed, his eyes burning: "I will put you in the bath water."

Luo Qiao nodded, focusing on her high heels, and waved her hand casually: "Go."

The man's eyes were dark and unpredictable, he looked at her for a few seconds before turning around, his back was slender and tall.

Luo Qiao massaged her calf for a while, put on soft slippers, and the man just came out of the bathroom.

He stood not far away, his gaze fell on her figure in a long backless dress, looked for a while, and called her name: "Qiaoqiao."

Luo Qiao looked up.

Ming Siran said: "Come here."

She walked over, the man's gaze was looking at her from top to bottom, his gaze finally fell on her beautiful waist, and he reached out and pulled her over.

The slightly hot fingertips fell on the skin on her waist, coupled with the look in his eyes at the moment, suddenly made Luo Qiao feel indescribable.

She couldn't help asking aloud: "What's the matter?"

Ming Siran raised his eyes, leaned slightly, and in a lazy voice, teasing her: "I have forgotten to praise you..."

His peachy eyes were curved, and he casually said: "Qiao Qiao is so beautiful today."

Everyone's amazing eyes couldn't match his words at this moment.

Luo Qiao was enraged instantly, her eyes curled, and she immediately kissed him on tiptoe.

Ming Siran clasped the back of her head and responded to her kiss, but the kiss was very short, Luo Qiao still had a little bit of meaning, so he separated from her, and smiled at her stunned and dissatisfied gaze. He said: "Go take a bath."

Luo Qiao pursed her lower lip, "Okay."

She took the change of clothes on the bed, just about to go in, turned her head and glanced at him again, blinked, and deliberately lured: "Let's wash Brother Siran?"

Ming Siran looked at her quietly without speaking.

Seeing his reaction, Luo Qiao didn't say anything, raised her eyebrows, and went into the bathroom by herself.

Ming Siran glanced at the bathroom door and began to slowly understand the watch on his wrist.

He leaned there, his body was tall and slender, his eyes drooping slightly, the kind that overflowed the screen meant to teach his little prey, elegant and dangerous.

...

After half an hour, Luo Qiao came out of the bathroom.

She blushed, her hair tied into a ball head, and she walked out wrapped in a bathrobe, her eyes sparkling: "I'm done."

Ming Siran raised his eyelids and glanced at her.

Luo Qiao's heart jumped a little faster by his sight.

He stared at her with dark eyes, and walked step by step, as if stepping on the tip of her heart, holding her hand, rubbing the back of her hand with his fingers, and his voice lazily: "Really."

Having been with him for so long, Luo Qiao easily read the meaning of his eyes at the moment, walked a few steps towards him, and took the initiative to encircle his neck.

Ming Siran lowered her head and kissed her, Luo Qiao stepped back step by step, he slowly stepped forward, and finally Luo Qiao retreated irresistibly and fell on the bed.

The man's arm fell on the side of her face and looked down at her. After a few seconds, he lowered his head...

The temperature in the room gradually increased, and when Luo Qiao was about to lose her mind, she suddenly felt her hands being slowly clasped on top of her head.

She opened her eyes.

Ming Siran's clothes are still neat, white shirt and black trousers, the whole person looks lazy and elegant.

He met her gaze, took his tie without any haste, and then tied her hands together in circles.

Luo Qiao:?

She was stunned, still a little bit unrecovered, took a look, and then she said, her voice was still a little dumb, and it sounded a little soft: "What are you doing?"

Ming Siran lowered his head and kissed her face, peachy eyes softly smiled, and said slowly: "Goodbye, brother will tell you right away."

"..."

He clearly smiled softly, but Luo Qiao abruptly felt a chill coming from behind, and her eyelashes moved, "Ming Siran?"

Ming Siran responded softly when he heard the words, and said lazily, "Huh?"

Luo Qiao's eyes jumped: "What the **** are you doing?"

He tied her firmly to the head of the bed, condescendingly staring at her, with warm fingers on the side of her face, and then said a few seconds later: "Didn't you say it, I want to apologize to you tonight?"

"..."

Ming Siran's gaze fell on her as if it were real, but how bad the look was, he snorted lazily, "I think about it, how can I serve my pretty sister tonight..."

When Luo Qiao heard the words Serving, she immediately planned to run, but he was pressed directly on the bed, with a warm breath in her ears: "Where are you going? Huh?"