Inheriting Billions After Being Retrenched

[Excuse me, am I dazzled, otherwise, why would I see the world's number one name in the player rankings? 】

[Qin Yuyang? ? Oh my god! ! ! 】

[For people who don’t know, Qin Yuyang, game ID-sun, known as S God, is a tough man, and his mysterious little partner swept all awards in FPS games in ancient times. He is a real boss. 】

[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! ! 】

[Very lowly, according to this lineup, is it really possible for Qiao Sister to win? 】

However, the netizens hadn't whispered to the end yet, Luo Qiao's Weibo was updated again and directly and quickly announced the last member of the team.

—— Ming Siran, President of Ming Group.

When you see these words.

Netizens:? ? ?

Luo Qiao himself:? ? ?

what happened?

She immediately wanted to delete Weibo, but the phone prompted her that she could not log in.

Luo Qiao closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and rushed directly upstairs——

"Ming Siran!!!"

The man looked away from the computer screen and looked at her with tender and sultry eyes, his voice low and sexy: "Huh? Where is my brother."

Luo Qiao rolled up her sleeves: "I must kill you today!"

Ming Siran raised his eyebrows lightly and watched her running towards him, slightly curled her lips, and a small laugh rolled from her throat, catching her rushing body: "So fierce?"

Luo Qiao pinched his neck, really wanting to clean him up like that.

"Did you make my Weibo!"

He didn't move, he just looked at her like this, with a lazy smile on his brows, and quickly admitted: "Yeah."

Luo Qiao: "..."

She pinched him. He didn't respond. Luo Qiao hit him twice on the chest. Instead, he smiled and grabbed her hand: "It hurts, sister Qiaoqiao."

"..." He hurts, he knows to pretend!

"You don't know how to play, what if you lose?"

Ming Siran put his arms around her waist, and his voice was careless, which sounded a frivolous and casual meaning: "Who said my brother can't fight?"

He said: "My brother can fight and he is very powerful."

Luo Qiao: "You are better than me. What I want is a professional player!"

He just coaxed a child with a tone: "That brother is better than a professional player."

"..."

Luo Qiao grabbed his neck and shook: "You hurt me miserably, I'm going to lose, I'm going to be beaten in the face, it's all your fault!"

Ming Siran laughed low and didn't pull her away: "Well, it's all my fault."

Luo Qiao was going to be so angry that he couldn't get in, and asked him: "Why are you doing this?"

Ming Siran leaned back slightly, his Adam's apple slid slightly, and the laughter was sultry: "Of course, sister Qiaoqiao is always with your classmate, brother is jealous."

Luo Qiao had a look.

She understood what he meant, and slowly frowned, "You eat Han Jin's vinegar? Why?"

Ming Siran didn't say anything and looked at her.

Luo Qiao was inexplicable: "I was at the same table with Han Jin when we were in junior high school, don't you know?"

"..."

She didn't seem to realize what she said, Ming Siran looked at her for two seconds, turned her face away, and couldn't help but chuckle.

Luo Qiao was taken aback: "Are you nervous? Why are you laughing?"

The man raised his eyelids and looked straight over: "You mean I'm qualified to be jealous?"

Luo Qiao: "..."

He stared at her, his voice rippling even more: "Are you explaining to me, sister Qiaoqiao?"