Chương 407: Let's get married, Qiaoqiao

Luo Qiao pursed her lips and stood there, not saying a word.

Shen shengkong's subordinate lowered his head, as if he would not leave until she accepted it.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little stiff.

Seeing this situation, Rui ze walked over, put his hand on the subordinate's shoulder, and patted him comfortingly, trying to smooth things over, " "Everything happened too suddenly, and Qiao Qiao is not mentally prepared for it. Give her some time. Besides, we haven't fully investigated Shen shengkong yet. You still have a lot of things to deal with, so there's no rush."

The subordinate pursed his lips and looked up at Luo Qiao.

The woman's face was tense and her attitude was firm. It was obvious that she would not be persuaded today.

After thinking for a few seconds, he lowered his head and said in a hoarse voice, " alright, Zhenzhen. I hope miss Luo Qiao will consider this matter seriously. This is really master's last wish. After a pause, he glanced at the lawyer beside him. "Let's go first."

Shen shengkong's men left with a few lawyers.

The hotel room became quiet again.

Wu Xia and Rui ze looked at each other. Shen shengkong's series of actions had caught them off guard. That cold-hearted man undoubtedly loved to be charming, but Yingluo ...

Rui ze walked over and looked at the will that Shen shengkong's subordinate had left on the table. Looking at the huge amount of assets Shen shengkong had left for Luo Qiao, he couldn't help but sigh.

However, how could she force a relationship?

Luo Zelan stood up and left without saying anything.

Wuxia and Ruize looked at Luo Qiao's expression and knew that she must be in a mess right now. However, no one else could help her with this matter. After taking a look at Ming Siran, the two of them left tactfully.

In the end, only Ming Siran and Luo Qiao were left in the room.

The man was sitting on the sofa, gently turning his phone. The joints of his fingers were distinct, and he was stunningly beautiful, exuding a noble aura. He tilted his head slightly and looked at Luo Qiao.

The woman was still standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, her back thin.

Ming Siran looked at her for a moment, then stood up and walked toward her.

Hearing the man's footsteps behind her, Luo Qiao turned around and hugged him. The man's scent was clean and pleasant, and it calmed her Restless Heart.

"Why did Yingluo do this?"

Before she could recover from the news of his sudden death, she was pulled into another emotional abyss by him.

There was no way to hate, no way to blame.

She clearly just didn't want to have anything to do with him, but it seemed like she couldn't get rid of this relationship.

The clear line between love and hate was blurred, and she didn't know what to do.

Luo Qiao closed her eyes and unconsciously tightened her grip on Ming Siran's clothes.

The man in her arms remained silent. After a long while, Luo Qiao lifted her head and was about to speak when the man said, "

"Qiao Qiao, let's get married."

She was stunned.

Ming Siran lowered his eyes to look at Luo Qiao, his expression unreadable. His voice was gentle as he said, " "I don't want to wait any longer."

When the man's words entered her ears, Luo Qiao was still in a daze for nearly ten seconds.

She looked at Ming Siran, and her lips moved, as if she was still a little stunned. "What?"

Ming Siran raised his hand and gently tucked her slightly disheveled hair behind her ear. He repeated himself again, but this time with an unquestionable certainty, " "Let's get married, Qiaoqiao."

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