Chapter 337： Be good, i am

Shen Jikong leaned against the door and looked at her for a moment, then slightly curled 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."

But there was no sound in the house for a long time.

Looking at each other, the maids continued to knock on the door, but in the next second, something was hit on the door, and a woman's grumpy voice followed: "Don't eat!"

"..."

They did not dare to delay, and hurried to find Shen Jikong.

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

He stepped on his long legs and came to Luo Qiao's door, knocked on the door, no sound came from the door.

"Qiaoqiao, come out for breakfast."

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

"Master, what should I do?" the maid couldn't help asking.

Before Shen Jikong spoke, the phone in his pocket vibrated. He glanced at it, swiped his finger, and pressed to answer.

After hanging up the phone, Shen Jikong took a copy with one hand, took a deep glance at the closed door, turned his eyes to wait for the maid at the door and said: "If she doesn't eat, then wait, wait until she comes out. Do it for her."

According to Luo Qiao's temper, no one can force her without eating 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, without moving.

...

On the private plane, Ming Siran coughed slightly with his hand on his lips.

The man whispered: "Ming, are you okay?"

Even if he was an iron man, he couldn't stand it even if he was an iron man, not to mention that Mr. Ming was already injured.

Ming Siran took the pills and water from the flight attendant. His voice was a little hoarse because of a low-grade fever. 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 to the position, the lines of his face appeared soft and smooth, he did not open his eyes, and said faintly: "Yeah."

...

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

The man in black has a deserted aura, and he said without looking up, "Have she eaten anything?"

The subordinates naturally knew who she was in the master's mouth, and hurriedly said, "I heard from the servant that Miss Luo has not come out of the room all day, and has not even drank saliva."

Haven't even drank saliva.

Shen Jikong didn't speak.

The men looked up at him, and saw that half of the man's face was shrouded in dim light, some of which couldn't see the joy or anger.

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

Reaching out his hand to unlock the watch and threw it on the table, Shen Jikong lightly wrote: "No, I will go personally."

The servants and subordinates waiting outside heard a crackling sound of things, followed by a slender man walking out, holding an 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 she touched the ground, and he pressed her shoulders.

The man didn't seem to use much strength, but Luo Qiao just couldn't move.

Glancing at the man standing aside, the man said indifferently, "Get the rope."

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

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

The subordinates naturally didn't dare to take the rope, and chose the softest silk scarf so as not to hurt her.