Inheriting Billions After Being Retrenched

Ming Siran touched her cheek

    lightly, and responded : “Well, you said.” Luo Qiao was quiet for a moment, and said: “The man in your office before…Huo Nanchuan, I have seen him before.”

    Ming Siran’s movements suddenly paused, his gaze moved down, and slowly fell on Luo Qiao’s face.

    In the next moment, he wanted to stand up straight, but Luo Qiao didn’t let it go, fingers hard, still keeping this movement tightly holding him.

    “I have been looking for him for a long time abroad, but there is no news. He was blindfolded at the time. I have not seen his face, only his breathing and voice.”

    Can feel What arrived was the man’s suddenly tense body. Luo Qiao buried his head on Ming Siran’s shoulder and neck, and said softly: “I had never been able to get rid of the shadow… let alone how to face you. I think now. Thinking, I shouldn’t leave you so casually, the years we were apart…”

    “Qiao Qiao…” Ming Siran’s breathing was a little unstable, holding her wrist to pull her away, but Luo Qiao Holding him tightly, she slowly said: “It’s my fault.”

    At that time , she was too impulsive and made the decision to leave him recklessly . It was clear that no matter what happened, she could trust this man named Ming Siran.

    She understood this truth too late, but he stood there patiently waiting for her until now.

    Luo Qiao came out of his arms, and unexpectedly, there was no sadness and pain on the woman’s face.

    The light in the living room was shining down, and she looked at him with soft light in her eyes.

    “Siran…thank you for waiting for me for so long.”

    He healed her slowly, never forced to ask, and waited quietly for her to speak out. He didn’t know nothing about some things, but knew that she would be sad, so he chose patience.

    He cares more about how she feels.

    Ming Siran’s dark pupils reflected the woman’s face, his Adam’s apple rolled slightly, as if he wanted to speak, Luo Qiao looked at his expression, got up to kiss the corner of his lips, and said softly and softly: “He didn’t How about me, really.”

    Compared to touching, that person seemed to like to see her fear and pain from the unknown.

    Luo Qiaoshou patted him gently, showing the comfort and gentleness of a woman: “Don’t be sad, I was just… scared.”

    She was indeed scared.

    The dark and cold room, the strange man, the fingertips sliding across his cheeks, and the smooth laughter like a snake swimming across his skin.

    Everything deliberately stimulated and provoked her nerves.

    Ming Siran clasped her waist and unconsciously used a lot of strength in his hands. He looked at her without speaking.

    For so many years, Luo Qiao was slowly soothed and healed by him, and now she said everything, her heart was actually very calm. Compared to her, she is now more worried about Ming Siran.

    The man’s eyes were bloodshot, and he said nothing.

    Luo Qiao stared at his face, rubbing him like a cat, “Brother

    Siran .” Ming Siran was a little stunned and slowly lowered his eyes.

    The woman met his gaze, her eyes slightly bent, and she whispered: “Now you come to help me clean him up, okay?”

    Under the light, Luo Qiao’s cheeks were fair, and her eyes were clear and bright after being cured.

    Ming Siran’s heart was tightened a little bit, and after a long time, he squeezed the person into his arms, his voice came out from his throat, cold and cruel.

    He said: “Okay.”