Inheriting Billions After Being Retrenched

Her eyelashes trembled lightly, and she subconsciously wanted to step back, but he could easily see it, and said in a very faint line: "You have run away this time, I will not chase you again."

Luo Qiao's movements suddenly stopped, and she raised her eyes to look at him.

Ming Siran's eyes were deep and quiet.

People can feel that he is serious.

No matter how gentle a man is, he has the strength of a man in his bones.

What's more, he is only gentle to her, he has his own determination and neatness in the market.

Luo Qiao's body froze because of his words, her pupils narrowed, thinking that she should get up and leave immediately, but his words lingered in her ears, and her fingers gradually tightened under her. Because of the pressure on the bed sheet, light blue blood vessels floated on the back of the white hand.

Ming Siran's gaze fell on her hand, staring quietly, he knew he was forcing her, but he was not forcing himself, otherwise how long such a relationship would last, would they stop here for a lifetime? If you can't get into her heart, you can only give her some care that she doesn't need on the surface, so it's better to stop here.

Because all her actions are telling him that she needs him, but it is not so...needs him.

If he is just that dispensable existence for her, then what meaning does he have by her side.

Not for her, not for herself.

...

The warm-toned light enveloped everything in the bedroom with a warm light. Luo Qiao’s eyelashes were drooping. She desperately told herself that in the past two years abroad, she could do without Ming Siran by her side. It was a good time. After returning to the entertainment industry, she didn't look for him either.

Since I decided to break up, I shouldn't change my mind now.

But when she raised her head and touched the man’s deep eyebrows and slightly pale lips, her heart seemed to be clenched, she could not say anything, and her body seemed to be held by countless hands, trapping her here. Can't move at all.

Because at this moment, Ming Siran seemed to be telling her that if she didn't take the initiative to approach him this time, the relationship between them would be completely over.

Originally, if one party decides to end the relationship, nothing remains.

It was he who persisted unilaterally until now.

The bedroom was extremely quiet, Luo Qiao's lips moved, and her voice was very soft, "You give me time and let me think about it."

However, what he got was Ming Siran's refusal: "No."

Luo Qiao pressed her lips tightly.

The man's eyes only fixed on her, and he didn't give her the slightest chance to escape: "Now tell me the result, pretty pretty."

His voice was gentle, but every word seemed to be strong, beating her eardrum:

"Are you staying here tonight, or am I out now?"

After Ming Siran's words fell, there was a familiar long silence.

The light drew on Luo Qiao. She lowered her eyes slightly, her eyelashes were long, and there was a shallow shadow in her eyes.

She lowered her eyes and said nothing.

Ming Siran looked at her, the light in his eyes condensed little by little. He looked at her for a moment, then withdrew his gaze, and stood up blankly.

Luo Qiao felt the people around her get up and leave. Following his movements, the cold air penetrated into her arms, lowering the temperature of her skin little by little.

Behind him, the sound of footsteps gradually faded away, and in the extreme silence, all the sounds seemed to be infinitely amplified.