Inheriting Billions After Being Retrenched

He stood in the living room in silence for a few seconds, turned his slender fingers over the phone contacts, found Fu Jiuxiao's number, and dialed it out.

A man's voice soon came over there, his voice low and sexy: "Something?"

Ming Siran raised his chin slightly, stretched out his hand to loosen a button, and said lightly: "Your entertainment company seems to be running well."

Fu Jiuxiao felt inexplicable: "It's okay, why?"

"Two top-rated romances came out."

Fu Jiuxiao was almost choked by the smoke in his mouth, he coughed slightly against his lips, and asked in disbelief, "What did you say?"

Ming Siran didn't raise his eyelids: "It's okay to cheat and beat his wife, whatever, as long as they are big enough,"

"..." In the clubhouse, Fu Jiuxiao raised his legs, wiped out the cigarette in his hand, and sneered in a low voice, "Are you crazy or I'm crazy?" It was too late to hold his hands, why would he have trouble with his money?

"Don't burst?" Ming Siran's voice was very low, and he spoke lightly, "Then the news of your marriage to Andy will make headlines tomorrow.

After saying this, Ming Siran calmly hung up the phone.

"..."

Listening to the callous tone of hanging up, Fu Jiuxiao:? ? ?

He stood up rubbly, looked at the hacked phone screen, and couldn't help but cursed in a low voice.

Ming Siran is still a man?

After hanging up the phone, Ming Siran stood there for a few seconds in the living room, took the notebook, tapped on the keyboard with his slender fingers, and a series of codes appeared on the screen.

Time passed by, and the surroundings were exceptionally quiet.

The puppet cat jumped on the sofa and rubbed his hand.

"Meow~"

Ming Siran slowly stopped typing on the keyboard, touched the puppet cat's head, and stood up.

He walked to the bathroom door and knocked on the door.

"Qiao Qiao."

After a few seconds, the woman's answer was heard.

Ming Siran lowered his eyes and glanced at the watch: "It has been forty minutes, don't soak for too long, your head will be dizzy."

After another five minutes, there was a sound from the door, and the woman slowly opened the door.

Ming Siran looked down at her.

Luo Qiao's hair was still wet, her face was reddened by the vapor, and some large clothes made her petite.

Ming Siran stared at her, her voice unable to feel emotions: "Go and sit by the side for a while."

Luo Qiao walked to the bed and sat down, and saw the man go to the bathroom, took out the hairdryer and walked over.

He plugged in and came to her to blow her hair.

The fingers passed through her hair tenderly, and the warm wind blew across the scalp, which felt very comfortable.

The atmosphere was quiet. She heard his voice, and the man's voice was very low: "Pretty."

Luo Qiao's eyelashes moved.

"... During the two years abroad, how did you live alone?"

Ming Siran touched her hair, his eyes fell on her thin back.

He didn't hear Luo Qiao's answer, the woman's long hair fell to her shoulders, and it blocked all the emotions on her face.

Ming Siran paused for a few seconds, and the finger joints were slightly white.

He raised his hand to switch the hair dryer, came to her, leaned down, and looked at her.

The man's eyes were deep and dark: "Why didn't you tell me?"

Luo Qiao met his gaze and felt tight: "Tell you, what..."

Taking a look at her, Ming Siran took out the medical record sheet from his pocket.

Luo Qiao's eyes tightened slightly.

Paying attention to her expression, Ming Siran's Adam's apple rolled lightly: "You broke up with me because of this reason?"