Inheriting Billions After Being Retrenched

He glanced at the two men and said lightly: "Eat? Good."

Turning his head to Luo Qiao said: "Qiao Qiao, let's go."

Luo Qiao: "..." How does she feel that her brother is not too busy to watch.

...

The group set out to eat in the restaurant.

In a restaurant with a beautiful environment, a few people were seated, Wu Xia followed, and while no one saw it, she secretly asked Luo Qiao: "Does that surname Han like you too?"

Luo Qiao: "..."

Before Luo Qiao could speak, Wu Xia sighed, "Brother Siran is too difficult."

Luo Qiao: "..."

With a few people seated, Han Jin took off his suit jacket and put his hand behind the chair. He called the waiter to order food. While waiting, Wu Xia suggested, "Shall we drink a little bar?"

Han Jin nodded: "Yes."

After the red wine was put on the table, after Wu Xia poured it on herself, she caught a glimpse of Ming Siran's glass and wanted to pour it on him, but her slender and white fingers stretched out to block his movements.

As soon as she looked up, Wu Xia met the man's lazy eyebrows: "No need."

Wu Xia was surprised: "Brother Siran, don't you drink?"

Ming Siran: "The state is not good today."

Unexpectedly, as soon as the voice fell, I heard Han Jin laugh inexplicably on the side.

"..."

Men are almost instinctively keen on this provocation.

Ming Siran raised his eyebrows dangerously.

The smell of gunpowder on both sides can be smelled 800 meters away.

In the next second, Wu Xia saw the man leaning back in the chair, in a lazy tone: "Full."

Wu Xia: "..."

...

Luo Qiao ate the steak, looking up from time to time.

The mature man's wine fight does not seem so intense on the surface, but one cup after another, as if there is no end, is still secretly shocking.

Many bottles of red wine have been opened, and the bartender has come many times.

Someone around looked towards here.

Gradually, Luo Qiao felt that she couldn't eat anymore, and she couldn't help but gently kick Luo Zelan next to her.

The man ignored her.

Luo Qiao had to move in, pursing her lips, and whispered: "Brother, you can take care of them."

However, Luo Zelan chuckled suddenly, and said with interest: "Isn't this interesting? What's the matter?"

Luo Qiao glanced at his brother. The man didn't raise his eyelids, and his brows were cold. If he had to describe it, he was filled with a trembling S aura.

Luo Qiao: "..."

She raised her head.

Ahead, Han Jin's face was already red, and he wrinkled his eyebrows, as if a little uncomfortable.

As soon as she wanted to make a sound, she heard a lazy voice coming, with contempt: "Is this going to work?"

Han Jin licked his lower lip, glanced at Ming Siran, his eyes were cold, and he poured himself another cup.

Luo Qiao: "..."

She looked at Ming Siran.

The man has a lazy posture, swaying the wine glass, his white fingers lined with bright red, and there is an indescribable beauty. He seems to perceive her gaze, his gaze is opposite to her, and his lips are curled. His peachy eyes are lazy and smiling, like a monster general.

Luo Qiao noticed that the food on his plate had not been moved, but he had drunk a lot of wine.

She couldn't help but frowned.

Wu Xia was just drinking with him, but she couldn't hold it for a long time, and she stuck her head on the table, grunting in her mouth, not knowing what she was talking about.

...

The guest left twice.

The steak on Luo Qiao's table was already cold. She only heard a bang, and then raised her eyes to see Han Jin lying on the table.

The man's ears were red, and he was obviously very drunk.

Luo Zelan raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "Pour one down."

He raised his eyes to look at the other one, Ming Siran unbuttoned two buttons with one hand, and his **** Adam's apple slid up and down, noticing his sight, his peachy eyes were half-squinted, and he chuckled: "Why, brother Zelan wants to follow me too. drink?"

Sao things are not so easy to fall.

Luo Zelan put the phone away, stood up, and said to Luo Qiao: "I will deal with these two who are drunk. Do you go home first or wait for me here?"

Luo Qiao glanced at Ming Siran: "...I'll wait for you here."

Luo Zelan glanced at her deeply, said nothing, and got Wu Xia and Han Jin into the car one after another.

The guests in the restaurant have almost left, and the surroundings seem very quiet.

Luo Qiao took the red wine glass in front of him and sipped the wine.

The taste of the red wine melted in the mouth, slightly astringent.

She lowered her eyes, did not raise her head, but still could not ignore the scorching gaze.

Ahead, the man's gaze fell on her for an instant.

"..."

After a long while, Luo Qiao had to look up.

Ming Siran looked at her, met her gaze, there was an indescribable taste in his eyes.

But he was just looking at her and said nothing.

Luo Qiao was inexplicably nervous.

She scratched her ears, called the waiter, and asked, "Is there any porridge?"

"some."

Luo Qiao looked at the menu, ordered a few more light foods, closed the menu, and handed it to the waiter: "Let's do this first."

Ming Siran looked at her: "Who did you order for?"

Luo Qiao ignored the man's knowingly asked questions.

He chuckled lightly, with a low and charming ending, and a heartstrings stirring.

Not long after, the waiter brought the porridge, Ming Siran took a spoon and tasted two bites. He ate slowly, and his gestures were very expensive.

He didn't eat much, so he stopped moving. After a while, he got up, copied his hand into his trouser pocket, and looked at her: "Let's go, I'll take you back."

Luo Qiao looked up at him: "You don't want to eat anymore?"

"Ok."

Luo Qiao: "...My brother will pick me up later."

Ming Siran put his hand on the chair, leaned over and looked at her slightly, in a low tone: "What?" After a pause, he said, "Afraid I might eat you?"

"..." Luo Qiao took the bag she carried, stood up and went out with him.

The wind outside was a bit cold. He glanced at her and took off the coat. Luo Qiao just wanted to say no, the coat with a nice smell was already wrapped around her.

The man's hand was pressed on her shoulder, and she could feel the temperature a little hot across the clothes.

His low, hot breath brushed her ears: "Wearing."

The waiter in charge of parking in the restaurant drove the car over. Luo Qiao took out the car key and walked forward with him. As soon as he stepped down the stairs, she felt the body of the man next to him sway. Luo Qiao supported him. He pressed his whole body on her body, and passed over with a strong smell of alcohol.

"Ming Siran?"

The man gave a low hmm, seeming to smile, but his voice was a little hoarse: "Brother is here."

Luo Qiao's palms sweated slightly: "Are you drunk?"

Ming Siran didn't answer her for a while. After a while, Luo Qiao felt a little heat in her neck, and her hot lips fell on her skin, and a tingling sensation rose up in a low voice: "Well, Brother seems to be a little drunk..."