Shen Jikong leaned against the door and looked at her for a moment, slightly hooked his lips, he didn't continue to stimulate her.

"Good night."

……

The next day, the maids knocked on Luo Qiao's door and said, "Miss Luo, it's time for breakfast." ”

However, there was no sound in the house for half a day.

Glancing at each other, the maids continued to knock on the door, but in the next second, something was smashed on the door, followed by a woman's irritable voice: "Don't eat!" ”

“……”

They didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly went to find Shen Jikong.

Hearing this, the man who was about to go to the company fastened his cufflinks and raised his eyebrows lightly, "Hunger strike? ”

He walked to Luo Qiao's door with long legs, knocked on the door, and there was no sound from the door.

"Qiaoqiao, it's time to come out for breakfast."

After waiting for a few seconds, there was still no reply from inside the door.

"Master, what should I do?" The maid couldn't help but ask.

Before Shen Jikong could speak, the mobile phone in his pocket vibrate, he glanced at it, slid his fingers, and pressed answer.

After hanging up the phone, Shen Ji took a deep look at the closed door, and turned his eyes to the maid waiting at the door: "If she doesn't eat, then wait first, and when she comes out, you can help her do it." ”

According to Luo Qiao's temper, no one can force her if she doesn't eat at this time.

"Yes."

Shen Jikong went to the company first.

Luo Qiao lay on the bed, listening to the sound of the maids leaving, and did not move.

……

On the private jet, Ming Siran coughed lightly twice with his hand to his lips.

The subordinate whispered: "Mr. Ming, are you okay?" ”

has been looking for someone for days without sleep, even if he is an iron man, he can't stand it, not to mention that Mr. Ming was already injured.

Ming Siran took the pills and water brought by the flight attendant, his voice was a little hoarse because of the low-grade fever, and he said lightly: "It's okay." ”

The subordinate took the blanket from the flight attendant and put it on Ming Siran's lap, "Then you rest for a while, you will be here soon." ”

Ming Siran leaned into the position, the lines of his face appeared soft and smooth, he didn't open his eyes, and said lightly: "Hmm." ”

……

In the evening, Shen Jikong returned to the manor from the company.

The man dressed in black had a cold aura, and said without raising his head: "Has she eaten?" ”

The subordinates naturally knew who she was in the master's mouth, and said busily: "I heard from the servant, Miss Luo hasn't come out of the room all day, and she hasn't even drunk saliva." ”

I haven't even drunk my saliva.

Shen Jikong didn't say anything when he heard this.

When his men looked up at him, they saw that half of the man's face was shrouded in dim light, and some of them could not see joy or anger.

He hurriedly said, "Master, do you need me to order someone to bring Miss Luo out?" ”

Reaching out to untie the watch and throwing it on the table, Shen Jikong said lightly: "No, I'll go in person." ”

The servants and subordinates who were waiting outside heard a crackling sound of smashing things, and then they saw a slender and tall man walking out, holding the angry Luo Qiao in his arms.

Shen Jikong put the person on the chair in front of the dining table.

Luo Qiao was about to run as soon as he touched the ground, but he pressed his shoulder.

The man didn't look like he was using much strength, but Luo Qiao just couldn't move.

Glancing at his subordinates standing aside, the man said indifferently, "Bring the rope." ”

Realizing what he was going to do, Luo Qiao's eyes widened suddenly, "Shen Jikong! ”

The man in front of him chuckled and kissed her on the forehead, in a low tone: "Good, I'm here." ”

Naturally, his subordinates didn't dare to really hold the rope, so they chose the softest silk scarf so as not to hurt her.