Chapter 347： Rattling

The maid's eyes flickered, and she looked up, and the woman's eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts: "I didn't..."

She hadn't finished speaking yet, and Luo Qiao had already passed her, raising her leg and strode out.

The maid’s heart beat, and she hurriedly stopped: "Miss Luo..."

...

In the living room, Shen Jikong turned to look at the cooperation plan Ming Siran had given him. He raised his eyebrows. If other things were aside, Ming Siran would be a good collaborator.

He put the cooperation project on the table, and said in a faint voice: "Unfortunately, I have no time recently, and Mr. Ming also knows that I will get married soon, and I really can't spare any time."

Ming Siran glanced at him.

Shen Jikong smiled lightly and stood up, "If there is nothing wrong with Mr. Ming, I won't stay..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a loud noise of glass breaking outside!

Shen Jikong raised his eyes and glanced outwards, narrow and narrow eyes narrowed, Ming Siran's eyelashes moved slightly, and suddenly got up from the sofa, his slender legs stepped away, and strode out.

I saw a hole in the glass on the second floor, and the glass shattered. At this moment, the crystal ball rolled onto the grass, stained with dirt.

Ming Siran glanced at the crystal ball, slowly falling to the second floor.

At this time, Shen Jikong walked out and said indifferently: "It may be that some maid accidentally broke the glass and made Mr. Ming laugh."

Ming Siran took a deep look at Shen Jikong, then walked over him to the stairs in the house, and a low voice came: "Listen to Mr. Shen, Mrs. Shen is upstairs, so I should take a look to avoid getting anything. Things are good."

The moment this sentence fell, the air suddenly became tense, and his men looked at Shen Jikong nervously. The man turned around and said in a cool tone: "It's not easy to worry."

And in the gap between these two sentences, Ming Siran had already taken his own people upstairs in stride, Shen Jikong's eyes were dazzling, and a glance at his hand, a dozen of his men immediately rushed upstairs.

The corridor is spacious and quiet.

Ming Siran's hand fell on the doorknob, looking at the Shen Jikong's men who were blocking him, with a cold expression.

"Ms. Ming, your wife is uncomfortable, isn't it inappropriate for you to open the door like this?"

That being said, they didn't dare to stop, after all, they were being pointed at their heads by five or six guns at the moment, the black hole of the muzzle, the posture seemed as if anyone dared to touch the corner of his clothes and his head would bloom.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Shen Jikong went upstairs and watched this scene, his eyes were deep and thin, and he said coldly, "What does Mr. Ming mean? It turns out that he didn't want to cooperate with me or give a wedding gift. He came to trouble me?"

Ming Siran didn't raise his eyelids, and said in a loose and casual tone: "My subordinates are not sensible, please don't care about Mr. Shen."

He said that he was ignorant, but he didn't have any intention of restraining himself. The eyes of the crowd were full, his hand pressed directly down, and he pushed open the door in front of him blankly.

He glanced around the room, but did not see the woman.

Shen Jikong looked at his figure for a few seconds, then sneered when he saw it, "Is President Ming looking for something?"

Ming Siran didn't speak. There were a lot of rooms on the second floor. He pushed aside. Shen Jikong's subordinates watched his almost search-like movements, daring not to speak.

Shen Jikong looked at the man's lazy eyebrows with a cold, arrogant and arrogant look, his eyes were unpredictable.

Ming Siran came to the last room.