Inheriting Billions After Being Retrenched

As soon as Luo Qiao returned to the living room, she gave Mu Lan a video call.

She set up a mobile phone holder, talked to Mu Lan all over the sky, took the bottle of wine and poured herself a glass, she tasted it, and then her eyes lightened slightly.

So sweet!

...

At half past ten in the evening, the villa was quiet.

Ming Siran came down to find someone.

His eyes swept around on the empty sofa, and finally landed in the kitchen.

Luo Qiao sat there holding the wine bottle, her cheeks flushed and her eyes blurred.

He paused, copied his pockets with one hand, and walked slowly towards her with long legs.

"Luo Qiao?"

Luo Qiao didn't look at him.

Ming Siran's eyes fell on the wine glass she put aside, and he squinted.

He bent down, stared at her, observing Luo Qiao's state, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Luo Qiao? Who am I?"

Luo Qiao stared at him for a long while, then slowly said: "Do you even know yourself?"

Okay, drunk.

Ming Siran straightened up and stretched out her hand: "Go, go to sleep."

Luo Qiao did not stretch out her hand, staring at his slender and clean fingers, lowered her head, and leaned in to kiss her.

Ming Siran's fingertips trembled fiercely.

He stared at her deeply for a few seconds, then he withdrew his gaze, twitched the corner of his lips, chuckled her chin, his voice lazily: "You will regret it when you get up in the morning."

Luo Qiao was dizzy, slid off the stool, and hugged his leg: "Hold me back to sleep... brother."

Ming Siran paused slightly.

To be honest, he has exercised restraint.

With his hands on his hips, he cursed lowly.

he thinks.

It's boring...

That's still not done.

He grabbed her wrist, smiled, sultry and sexy: "What did you call me just now?"

Luo Qiao's head hurts and she said nothing.

"Huh?" He seduced her.

"brother."

Ming Siran was satisfied and continued: "Call Brother Siran."

Luo Qiao raised her eyes and glanced at her. She was so obedient, she leaned closer to him: "Brother Siran."

Ming Siran looked at her for a long time, and the low laughter came out of his throat, in his happiest state: "Good."

Luo Qiao stretched out her hand: "I want to hug."

Ming Siran's arms crossed her knees, hugged her whole body, and walked upstairs.

"My brother is so good-looking." She stared at him.

"Yeah." Ming Siran glanced down at him, his voice loose: "This brother knows."

Luo Qiao put his arms around his neck, and when he was about to turn to the guest room, he pointed to the room where Ming Siran was originally living in her, "Go here."

Ming Siran raised his eyebrows: "Are you sure?"

"determine."

How could Ming Siran refuse and turn into his room neatly.

He kicked the door open and put her on the bed.

However, Luo Qiao held his neck when she thought of her body and wouldn't let him go.

Ming Siran chuckled and condoned her to hug her like this, but his slender hand took out the phone from his trouser pocket and turned on the video mode.

He accommodated the two of them in the lens, looked at the lens of his glasses, and wrote lightly: "What is Qiao Qiao calling me?"

Luo Qiao said: "Brother!"

"What brother?"

Luo Qiao raised her neck and shouted, "Brother Siran!"

Ming Siran chuckled and encouraged him: "What else?"

Luo Qiao has white cheeks and crooked eyebrows, and she moves closer to the camera: "I want to fall in love with Brother Siran!"

Ming Siran said, "You have already fallen in love with Brother Siran."

"Then I am so happy!"

Her response was the **** chuckle of the man.

Then Ming Siran stretched out her hand to support her tilted head and asked casually: "Then do you still want to fall in love with Brother Siran, eh?"