Inheriting Billions After Being Retrenched

The woman happened to be watching him too.

She didn't know when she came over, she was very close to him, and when she looked at it, she seemed to be observing what happened to him. The black and white eyes that she looked at with her low gaze were black and white, and she woke up with a subtle look in her eyes. The sight behind him frowned, and he was about to leave immediately.

Shen Jikong suddenly reached out and grabbed Luo Qiao's wrist, his throat moved, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Don't go."

Luo Qiao paused slightly and turned around.

In a daze, as if returning to the day of first encounter, Shen Jikong's strength involuntarily tightened, but this time, Luo Qiao did not stay, she just pulled his hand away, and then walked towards the distance blankly. .

Just like everyone who left him without hesitation.

Shen Jikong lay on the bed, glanced at the right hand that finally grasped nothing, and finally smiled tiredly.

His eyes were vacant.

Luo Qiao sat on the chair where Shen Jikong had been sitting before. She pursed her lips and took out the white medicine bottle from the drawer. There was no explanation written on it, but Shen Jikong was covered with cold sweat just now. It was difficult. No one doubts what happened to him.

Aside, Shen Jikong lay on the bed for a while, then got up and walked straight to the bathroom.

Luo Qiao glanced at her watch and frowned. Shen Jikong slept for more than an hour, and she didn't know what was going on outside now.

...

It was night, and the manor in Shen Jikong was brightly lit at the moment.

Professional personnel tried several times to open the door of the darkroom, but all failed. The wall was so thick that it was almost impossible to break it.

"Unless the person inside takes the initiative to open the door..." The staff turned his head, looked at the man with a deep complexion and chills all over his body, and said embarrassingly: "Otherwise, it will be difficult for us to break the door from the outside."

Sure enough, after he finished speaking, he saw that the man's face became colder.

Ming Siran's face was tight, and his breath was cold and harsh: "What if you force a meeting to blow up?"

"I just observed the terrain here. It is not impossible to explode, but it is very likely to collapse." Looking at the man's face, the staff whispered: "We cannot guarantee the personal safety of the people inside. ..."

"So you mean you can't do anything, you can only wait here, right?"

Hearing his visibly cold tone, the staff lowered their heads, "This... we are sorry..."

Luo Zelan walked over and frowned, "I have already contacted the architect. It's really a last resort, we can only blow it up."

Shen Jikong personally dealt with his parents. In his series of actions, the meaning of disgusting world was obvious. The longer Qiao Qiao stayed in, the more dangerous it became.

No one can guarantee that Shen Jikong will not hurt her now.

Luo Zelan thought, how could Ming Siran not think of it, he tightened his lips, and the eyes that stared at the secret door became deeper and colder.

...

Shen Jikong came out of the bathroom. He had just washed his face in it, and water drops dripped from his face. In terms of appearance, he even gave a clean and elegant feeling.

After wiping the drops of water casually, he walked to Luo Qiao's side and pulled up her wrist.

The palms of the man's palms are still a bit moist, and the fingers printed on the skin are cold.

Luo Qiao made a profit: "What are you doing?"