Inheriting Billions After Being Retrenched

Fans of Tang Moqi and Ke Bozhou reacted, and they saw the netizens say this again, and they were instantly ashamed and angry:

[Not rare, okay, is it great to have money? Why don't you see her donating to the poor when she is so rich? 】

[How much money does Roche Group need to donate in a year, do I need to take a screenshot for you? Mentally handicapped! 】

[I am a poor man, sister Qiao's operation is to help me, I will always love sister Qiao! 】

[Hahahaha they are angry, they are angry, they are angry, they are angry...]

[I like to see how they can't get used to Luo Qiao but can't get rid of them. 】

Fans of Tang Moqi and Ke Bozhou were so angry that they couldn't refute them, and the faces of the network cables turned green.

And not long after these people claimed that they were not rare and attractive houses, a marketing account suddenly broke the trumpets of several of them.

In the comments made by the trumpet, these people who once scolded Luo Qiao and posted shamelessly said this:

[Ahhhhh, Luo's father's figure is too superior, he is white and beautiful, and he can just hit other female stars in the entertainment industry! Smoke me! 】

[Papa Luo looks like a fairy, smoke me! Smoke me! 】

[Luo Qiao, I love you, please smoke me, please! 】

All netizens:? ? ? ?

[Hahahahaha this face slapped! 】

[Tang Fen Ke Fen: Money is so fragrant! 】

[Laughing to death, these people perfectly explain that idols are a fart in front of money! 】

[Thousands of words are combined into one sentence, Dad Luo is awesome! 】

Tang Moqi also saw the screenshot of her fan account's comment and was so angry that she threw the phone directly.

"Luo Qiao deceived people too much!"

Just after taking a shower, Ke Bozhou hugged her from behind, lowered his head and kissed her hair: "Don't be angry, I will help you teach her."

Tang Moqi turned her head: "Really?"

Ke Bo Zhou Xie smiled: "Don't you believe me?"

She felt a little bit better now, biting her lip and smiling while letting him hold herself up, and went into the bedroom together.

*

At the weekend, Luo Qiao was planning to go on a blind date as planned.

She changed her dress, came to Ming Siran's door, knocked on the door to get a set of her own jewelry.

After a long while, Ming Siran opened the door for her.

"Why is it so slow?" Luo Qiao said as he pushed him in.

Ming Siran's lazy gaze fell on her halter skirt, only to feel his temple twitched.

He stepped on his long legs and came to the cloakroom, in a lazy and **** tone: "Don't you think the clothes are a little less? Miss?"

Luo Qiao glanced at him: "I don't think so."

"..."

Wearing a set of jewelry, Luo Qiao looked at the beauty in the mirror with a satisfied smile.

She turned around to leave, and just walked to the door when she heard Ming Siran's suppressed cough.

Turned back in a daze.

Only then did she realize that the man behind her face was a little pale, and she lost her previous spirit, she frowned, and still asked, "What's wrong with you? Are you unwell?"

Ming Siran raised his eyelids and glanced at her: "Do you still care about me?"

"..."

"Didn't it mean that the ex-boyfriend is just as dead." He said slowly.

"..." Luo Qiao became angry and snorted: "Then I don't care!" He turned around and left.

Ming Siran looked at the door innocently for a few seconds. Just about to withdraw her gaze, she fell back again, staring at him with black and white eyes, uncomfortable in her voice, and asked proudly: "You have a stomachache. Is it still a cold?"

Ming Siran stared at her for a few seconds, then lowered his eyes and smiled.