After a few seconds, Luo Qiao's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her voice was a little dry: "Why did you suddenly say this?" ”

"Not suddenly." Ming Siran gently cut off her words: "I've been thinking about it for a long time. ”

Since she returned to China and met again, this thought has come to his mind a thousand times.

"But......" Luo Qiao's already chaotic thoughts were even more confused because of his words, and muttered: "I haven't thought about it, and why is it ...... at this time?"

"At a time like this?" In a trance, she seemed to see Ming Siran laughing, his tone was very gentle, but every word was breathtaking and shocking: "Pretty and pretty, it has nothing to do with when, from beginning to end, there are only two of us in this relationship." ”

Luo Qiao looked at his handsome face, her heart tightened, and she was a little speechless for a while.

The man lowered his head and kissed her lightly on the lips, his voice was gentle and gentle: "You haven't thought about it, then think about it now, I'll wait for your reply." ”

……

Reaching out, he closed the door to his hotel room.

Ming Siran stood quietly in place for a while before slowly opening his long legs and walking towards the elevator.

His steps are unhurried, and there is a kind of lazy elegance in him.

The subordinates on the side hurriedly followed.

"The professionals who brought in are still in the dark room?" In a casual tone, his subordinates heard it and realized that he was talking about those staff members who analyzed whether Shen Jikong was dead.

Busy said: "Yes." ”

Walked to the elevator, his subordinates hurriedly pressed the elevator, the door opened, and the man walked in, at the same time, his low and cold voice sounded: "Prepare the car, I want to go to the scene again." ”

The subordinates glanced at Ming Siran, the man was tall and thin, and his aura was frightening, and he hurriedly responded: "Yes." ”

……

Shen Jikong's figure was not found in the dark room, not even the corpse was found, and all kinds of speculations on the news about the death of the young master of the Shen family were overwhelming, and the people in the Shen Group were ready to move.

In the next few days, Shen Jikong's biological father Shen Bohong's health improved slightly, so he couldn't wait to get out of the hospital and held a shareholders' meeting.

Also coming with him was Ling Chu, who was in a wheelchair with a broken leg.

The two of them went back and forth, grabbing the shares belonging to Shen Jikong without mercy, but no one asked a word about Shen Jikong.

Shen Jikong's men stood aside and listened, gritting their teeth and clenching their fists.

How can there be such parents.

"Chairman, madam......" He looked at the two people who were blushing and uncultivated, and wanted to tear their faces on the spot, and said in a calm voice: "The master has made a will, and all his shares belong to Miss Luo Qiao alone." ”

Shen Bohong's face was morbidly haggard, he hated the unfilial son who almost killed him at the moment, and when he heard what this subordinate said, he couldn't help but sneer: "Ridiculous, why should I give the assets of my Shen family to an outsider?" I see that Ji Kong's mind was not clear when he made that will, since he made a will when he was not sober, how can he count? ”

"The master has notarized the will, and the notarial deed is legally valid."

Before Shen Bohong could speak, Ling Chu, who was in a wheelchair, opened his mouth lightly: "But I heard that Miss Luo Qiao's family is not uncommon to ask for his assets, according to the order of inheritance, his assets belong to us as parents." ”