His breath sank, he stood up, walked out of the living room with long legs, and went outside to answer.

"Master, there is news that a private plane arrived in Pinggang at noon today, and the person on the plane is the president of Ming's Group, Ming Siran."

Hearing those last words, the man's eyes suddenly became deep and cold.

He stared at the endless night of the manor, and thought without emotion, but it came faster than he thought.

"They're in the Huajin Hotel now, master, do you need us to ......?"

Shen Jikong pulled his lips when he heard this, and sneered: "Do you think he is not sure enough that Qiaoqiao is here with me?" When you don't know what to do, it's fine. ”

"Yes."

"Also." Shen Jikong's face was immersed in the cold light, and the emotions in his eyes were unpredictable: "Qi Ye has seen a pretty face, she is there, you know what to do." ”

The subordinates over there hurriedly said, "Don't worry, master, I will tell Miss Qi to shut up." ”

Hanging up the phone, Shen Jikong stood outside for a while before turning around and returning to the living room.

Luo Qiao had almost eaten, and was patiently wiping her fingers with the wet towel brought by the maid, under the bright light, her forehead was full, the bridge of her nose was straight, bright and lovely.

Shen Ji looked at her silently.

has experienced the warmth when she is around, how can I accept her to leave again.

This time, he wouldn't give her up to anyone.

……

In the luxuriously decorated hotel, Ming Siran answered the phone, ordered to arrange the company's affairs, pressed his eyebrows, and turned back to his desk.

The computer was on, and Luo Zelan was on the other end of the video call.

The man's voice was as low and cold as ever: "Qiaoqiao is not here, I'll go back today, how are you there." ”

Ming Siran coughed lightly against his lips, and his voice was already hoarse: "I'll know in two days." ”

Hearing his voice, Luo Zelan glanced at the man, and Ming Siran on the other end of the screen narrowed his eyes slightly, his face was pale, and he looked a little lazy and tired.

Luo Zelan frowned slightly: "How did you make yourself so virtuous?" "I didn't see him for a few days, and it was like dying.

Ming Siran lifted his eyelids and glanced at him: "It's just a little feverish." ”

Luo Zelan sighed and summed up expressionlessly: "It's really delicate and frail." ”

Ming Siran: "............"

He ignored him and cut off the video call with a pale face.

The subordinates walked in from the outside, Ming Siran lowered his eyes and flipped through the information in his hand, and did not look up: "Find a way to make an appointment with the young master of the Shen family, which means that the clan group has business to discuss with him." ”

The subordinate responded: "Yes, Mr. Ming." ”

Ming Siran stared at the information in black and white, and turned the page with a casual expression.

……

The next day, Shen Jikong sat in the office, dressed in black and pants, with a handsome face.

When he heard the advice of his subordinates, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a smile: "Oh? He wants to see me? ”

"Said he wanted to talk to us about business." The subordinate looked at the man in front of him with an indistinguishable face of joy and anger, and asked tentatively, "Does the master want to see him?" ”

Ming's Group has a deep accumulation, and since this adopted son of unknown origin inherited the company, it has developed into a prosperous and not to be underestimated.

Shen Ji turned the pen in his hand, the corners of his lips hooked slightly, and said lightly: "Tell him that our company has no business to discuss with Ming, and there is no need to meet." ”

"Yes."

However, in the afternoon of the same day, Shen Jikong's car had just driven out of the company's underground garage when a car rushed over.