Inheriting Billions After Being Retrenched

There seemed to be a voice coming from the room, it was a woman's very soft voice, Ming Siran's pupils were slightly tight, and in the next second, he suddenly opened the door.

The woman and the servant who accompanied her looked at him.

Ming Siran stared at her. The woman was wearing a long dress, her hair was not combed, scattered on her shoulders, her fair complexion, and her soft eyebrows. At this moment, she looked at the person at the door with unconcealed surprise in her eyes.

Like a little white rabbit disturbed by the sudden noise, soft and moving, but...not Luo Qiao.

Ming Siran stared at the woman, raised her hand slowly and put it down, her eyes were so cold that she didn't have any warmth, and her usual slack look was completely different.

After the woman's gaze swept over him, she looked behind him, her gentle voice filled with puzzlement: "Jikong, what's the matter?"

She took a step towards Shen Jikong, the man covered in cold breath took a look at Ming Siran, and then stretched out her hand, holding her soft white fingers while smiling and saying: "Someone thought you had an accident. , Come up and have a look."

The woman was petite, and looked pitifully weak. He nestled in the man's arms and said softly, "What? I'm fine..."

Shen Jikong looked at Ming Siran with an indifferent gaze, frowning slightly: "Ming always heard it?"

Ming Siran moved his eyelashes and said quietly, "This is Mrs. Shen."

Shen Jikong pulled his lips: "Otherwise?"

Ming Siran's eyes swept across the room, a very simple room, as far as the eyes could be, there was no place to hide.

It was quiet all around, and Ming Siran was silent for a while. He was silent for a long while, then he turned his head and glanced at his hand. Those holding pistols immediately bowed their heads and stopped their hands and stood aside respectfully.

Ming Siran raised his eyes and glanced at the little woman beside Shen Jikong, then looked away and said coldly, "Excuse me."

Shen Jikong hugged the woman, and his opponent said, "It seems that Mr. Ming is in a bad mood today. Come and send Mr. Ming out."

Ming Siran passed the two of them and went downstairs.

Through the glass on the second floor, Shen Jikong watched the vehicle slowly start and gradually drive away from the manor, disappearing from sight.

The weak and petite woman who leaned in his arms had a complete complexion, and immediately came out of his arms, bowed her head and said respectfully: "Master, just offended."

Shen Jikong slipped into the pocket of his trousers with one hand, looked at the direction he was leaving from the vehicle, and said calmly: "Show some important clues to other places, let Ming Siran leave here as soon as possible."

"Master, rest assured."

Shen Jikong sneered and didn't let Ming Siran see it with his own eyes. He wouldn't give up. It's better to let him dispel Luo Qiao's idea of ​​being here with him from the beginning, so as not to worry about it in the future.

Looking away, Shen Jikong walked to the other side of the corridor, stretched out his hand to press on the wall, then the wall moved, followed by slowly moving to the side, Shen Jikong stepped away and walked in.

The collection room with all kinds of famous paintings and books is now in a mess. The maid is standing next to it. Because of the instructions, she didn't dare to stop. Seeing Shen Jikong coming, she quickly said: "Master."

Luo Qiao was tired, she was sitting on a stool to rest at the moment, she glanced at the man walking towards her, and glanced over her head with a cold face.

The entire collection room was like being torn and scratched by a mad cat. Shen Jikong couldn't help but chuckle and said, "It's a familiar scene."