Inheriting Billions After Being Retrenched

Luo Zelan turned his head and squinted his eyes: "Ming Siran."

Ming Siran didn't look at him, staring straight at Luo Qiao in front of his face, his eyes were hot, and he watched the ears of the woman he was staring at feverishly, don't open his face, he smiled happily. With a cry, his voice was **** and sultry.

Luo Zelan:?

Seeing this beast, he seduce his sister in front of him, Luo Zelan raised his hand and loosened a button, and sneered: "Don't be afraid that I will dig out your eyes and keep watching? Huh?"

Ming Siran raised his eyelids slowly, and said lazily: "Brother Zelan is so fierce, sister Qiao Qiao is so good-looking, won't people look at him?"

Luo Zelan pulled the corners of his lips and was too lazy to take care of this sorrowful thing. After looking at Luo Qiao, his voice was cold and cold: "Go home."

Ming Siran is tall and slender, dressed in a shirt and trousers that are expensive and elegant. When a woman passed him, he clasped her wrist accurately.

Luo Qiao's heart trembled.

Lifting his eyes, he saw the man's clean and beautiful profile face. At this moment, he lowered his eyes slightly and stared at her with a smile: "It's been so many days, shouldn't my ex-girlfriend come back to me?"

His fingers rubbed her skin, and his voice was gentle: "Weird."

...

Luo Zelan's dangerous gaze slowly swept across his hand, his voice gradually sinking: "Since you also know that you are an ex-girlfriend, you should let go of your hand."

Ming Siran smiled lowly: "We young people's taste, do you have to care about the elderly?"

"..."

He said: "It's been so many years, you still can't find a girlfriend, should you reflect on your own problems?"

...

The air was deadly silent.

Luo Qiao was dumbfounded.

Luo Zelan was quiet for a while, tilted his head and pulled down the neckline, and successfully laughed.

He took two steps forward, grabbed Luo Qiao's arm, and said in a deep voice, "Go."

Ming Siran naturally didn't let go, and said slowly: "It's better than a race, if you win, let Qiaoqiao follow me."

Luo Zelan sneered: "It's not necessary."

"I will give you the house if I lose."

"..."

Ming Siran turned his gaze to Luo Qiao who looked at him, and then said: "No more entanglement with Qiaoqiao."

Luo Zelan had a stature.

Luo Qiao was stunned and looked at the handsome and tall man in front of him.

Only the sound of the wind could be heard around, and the sky became more and more gloomy, Luo Zelan's gaze slowly swept across the two of them, and he let go.

He adjusted his cuffs without raising his eyelids, his voice was cold: "You said this."

...

A game is about to start.

Ming Siran changed into his racing suit and leaned against the car.

The wind blew his forehead a little messy, and the exposed eyebrows made people's heart move.

Luo Qiao walked to him: "Hey."

The man slowly raised his eyes, looked at her, and curled his lips: "Huh?"

"...You really want to compare?"

"if not?"

Luo Qiao couldn't understand him: "You don't know how abnormal my brother is. He didn't lose this word in the dictionary of his life. You still compare with him."

Ming Siran looked at her for a few seconds, her peach blossom eyes burst into laughter, and he snorted, "Don't want me to compare with your brother?"

Luo Qiao: "..."

"Afraid I lose?"

"..."

He leaned closer to her, lowered his voice, and swept through her ears with a thin, hot breath: "You still want to see your brother Siran, don't you?"

Luo Qiao'ergen numb instantly and unconsciously stepped back.

He chuckles in his throat, and stretches out his hand to gently rub her head: "Don't worry, Brother Siran can't lose even with you."