Inheriting Billions After Being Retrenched

Luo Qiao pursed her lips and stood there without saying a word.

And Shen Jikong's men lowered their heads, quite a posture that she would not leave if she did not accept it.

The atmosphere became a bit stagnant for a while.

Seeing this situation, Rui Ze came over, put his hand on the shoulder of the subordinate, patted comfortingly, and said roundly: "It happened too suddenly, and Qiao Qiao is not mentally prepared now. You can give her a little bit. Time. And what is going on with Shen Jikong hasn't been thoroughly investigated yet. You still have a lot of things to deal with afterwards. This matter is not in a hurry."

The subordinate tightened his lips and looked up at Luo Qiao.

The woman's face was tense and her attitude was firm, obviously it is impossible to be persuaded today.

After thinking for a few seconds, he lowered his head and said dumbly: "...Okay, I hope Miss Luo Qiao can consider this matter. This is really the last wish of the master." After a pause, he looked at the next one. The lawyer glanced: "Let's go first."

Shen Jikong's men left with several lawyers.

The hotel room became quiet again.

Wu Xia Ruize glanced at each other, Shen Jikong's series of practices caught people by surprise, that man with a cool personality is undoubtedly a pretty, but...

Rui Ze raised his leg and walked over, looking at the will left by Shen Jikong's subordinates on the table, watching the huge assets Shen Jikong left on Luo Qiao, and couldn't help sighing.

But how can I force my feelings?

On the side, Luo Zelan stood up, said nothing, and went out first.

Wu Xia Ruize looked at Luo Qiao's expression and knew that she was definitely upset now, but no one else could help in this matter. After a glance at Ming Siran, the two also left with interest.

Only Ming Siran and Luo Qiao were left in the house.

The man sits on the sofa, turning his mobile phone lightly, his finger joints are distinct, his appearance is stunning, and his body is full of noble temperament. He tilted his head slightly and looked at Luo Qiao.

The woman was still standing in front of the French window, her back thin.

Ming Siran stared at her for a moment, stood up, and walked towards her.

Hearing the footsteps of the man behind him, Luo Qiao turned and hugged him. The man's breath was clean and good, and even his impetuous heart calmed down.

"……Why did he do this."

Before she recovered from the news of his sudden death, she was dragged into another emotional abyss by him.

Hate cannot be hated, resentment cannot be blamed.

Obviously, I just don't want to get involved with him anymore, but it seems that I can no longer get rid of this relationship.

The lines of love and hatred are blurred... She doesn't know what to do.

Luo Qiao closed her eyes and clenched Ming Siran's clothes involuntarily.

The man who was hugged by her in front of her remained silent. After a long while, Luo Qiao raised her head. When she was about to speak, she heard the man say:

"Qiaoqiao, let's get married."

She was stunned.

Ming Siran looked down at Luo Qiao, with unpredictable emotions in his eyes, and his voice was gentle: "I don't want to wait any longer."

The man's words came into his ears, and Luo Qiao never recovered for nearly ten seconds.

She looked at Ming Siran, her lips moved, still seeming a little dazed: "What...?"

Ming Siran raised his hand and gently tucked the messy hair behind her ear. He repeated it again, but this time it was an indisputable affirmative sentence: "We are married, pretty pretty."