Inheriting Billions After Being Retrenched

He had just finished taking a shower, and his hair was still a bit wet. From this angle, he could see his tall nose, slightly drooping eyes, and his slightly lighter pupils, which were as beautiful and charming as colored glass beads.

He lifted his lips slightly, in a rare mood.

In a room not far from the deck, Luo Qiao was lying on the bed. There was no light in the house, only the sparkling waves of moonlight reflected on the sea.

The waves slapped on the ship, making the surroundings extra quiet.

In the dim light, Luo Qiao moved his fingers, and slowly opened his eyes amidst the tingling pain on his forehead.

Entering the eye is a completely unfamiliar place.

The sofa, lamp and coffee table, everything was darkened by the dim light, Luo Qiao's eyes swept across the room, frowning a little bit.

She raised her arm, and just about to touch her forehead, her hand was taken back with a violent force. Luo Qiao was taken aback and turned her head.

Seeing the wide bed, her hands were tied to the head of the bed separately, and the soft silk scarf was wrapped around her wrist a few times, so she didn't feel much.

Luo Qiao looked at this scene, her eyes widened slightly.

Before she came back to her senses, there was the sound of unhurried footsteps outside. The man's steps were not hurriedly or slowly, like stepping on the tip of his heart.

Putting his hand on the handle, pressing down, the door was pushed open from the outside, and the light from the corridor poured in, also reflecting the man's slender body.

He was wearing trousers and a black shirt, and he almost blended into the night.

Luo Qiao looked at the man standing with her back on her back and blinked slowly.

Shen Jikong's gaze came over and swept over her, his gaze slid down her eyebrows and eyes like the substance, and his voice lazily: "Awake?"

He closed the door smoothly, the light was cut off for an instant, Luo Qiao watched him walking towards her, and stood still by her bed.

The man's gaze swept across the silk scarf tied to her, and a low laugh came from his throat. He leaned over slightly, pressed his hands on her sides, and slowly said: "Run, why don't you run this time? "

Luo Qiao felt his breath brush her cheeks, and the man's emotions were happy, she said three words unhurriedly: "little, liar, son."

The room was very quiet, with only the sound of waves beating against the hull outside.

Luo Qiao looked at the vague figure in front of her, and slowly realized who he was. In an instant, there was a sharp spirit, as if there was a current rushing through her body quickly, and her fingertips were paralyzed by the stimulation. She opened her mouth and was shocked. Voice: "Shen Jikong?!"

The man lowered his eyes, with a thin smile on his lips. His complexion was pale and his hair was soft. He looked like a person and had an indescribable beauty.

Seeing her shocked look, he hooked the corners of his mouth and said in a low and slow voice: "Well, it's me."

"..."

Luo Qiao's breathing was a little slow, she shrank back unconsciously, moved the hand wrapped in the silk scarf, trying to break free.

The man in front of him stared at her, his gaze for a moment.

Luo Qiao couldn't help pursing the corners of her lips, and said, "What do you want to do?"

"What do I want to do?" Shen Jikong didn't seem to notice her free movement, watching her look up close, and said with interest: "Well... let me think about it, what should I do with a nasty little liar?"

He looked at her up and down, groaned for a moment, and then hummed: