标题: 失业后我回去继承亿万家产

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Chapter 59: Regrets

By now, Luo Qiao was leaning the full weight of her head on his hand as she looked at the man’s wickedly charming face. Without a moment of hesitation, she nodded vigorously and shouted, “Yes!”

Ming Siran looked at her and gently rubbed his finger against a spot under her eyes, saying, “You said it.”

To which she replied, “That’s right!”

He narrowed his eyes, seeing that she was so agreeable. “What if you regret it after this?”

At this point she could not even think straight. “Regret?”

The man smiled and stroked her head, however the words that came out of his mouth at this point would have given anyone goosebumps. “Then you’ll have to hand over all of your assets to me.”

“…” Luo Qiao blinked and like an obedient child, agreed, “Alright.”

Then he stroked her head affectionately, looking very classy and handsome as he said, “Let’s get to the point, come on, tell me your bank card PIN.”

Luo Qiao: ?

…

The room was silent as Luo Qiao became drowsy.

Ming Siran undid two buttons of his shirt with one hand and stroked her face with the other. “Tired?”

She nodded.

“Go to sleep then.”

“I haven’t removed my makeup.”

Some habits are burned into a woman’s soul. Even when they were drunk.

“…”

He looked at her for a moment and laughed. Then he got up and went to her room.

Scanning the room, he made a beeline for the dressing table and picked up her makeup pouch, finding the makeup remover inside. He read the label for instructions, found some facial cotton and patiently removed her makeup.

He was gentle as Luo Qiao lifted her face, feeling so comfortable she almost felt like purring in contentment. The man leaned towards her slightly, going about his task patiently and seriously.

As he was about to finish, she reached out and circled her arms around his waist.

Ming Siran paused for a moment, then reached out to stroke her head as a force of habit.

Luo Qiao hummed and added, “I have to wash my face”

He looked down and laughed again, the laughter was lazily seductive. “Uh huh?”

The very drunk and coquettish Luo Qiao said, “Carry me.”

“…” He looked at her. “Alright.”

After she had washed up, he carried her back to the bedroom. Seemingly exhausted, she fell sound asleep the moment her head touched the pillow.

Meanwhile, Ming Siran leaned against the headboard looking at her. Almost always indifferent in his expression, the man now seemed to be full of tenderness.

…

The next day.

Luo Qiao’s eyes fluttered open slowly.

Waves of regret washed over her.

She might as well kill herself.

F*ck! She cursed at her own memory. She could even recall the details of herself holding him and throwing a tantrum in her half-drunk state in the middle of the night.