Chapter 347： Rattling (2/2)

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.