Outright Favoritism

Chapter 120 Shang Shaoyan, you are inhumane

After a few hot dishes were prepared, Qiu Huan drank his beer glass, and then remembered something, "Sister, where did the camera you borrowed from me come from?"

Li Qiao picked up a boiled shrimp and placed it on the dinner plate. He raised his eyes and raised his eyebrows. Without answering, he asked, "What's wrong? There is a problem?"

Qiu Huan was about to speak, but was unexpectedly attracted by Shang Yu's actions.

What did he see?

The boss actually slowly picked the boiled shrimp in Li Qiao's bowl...

Li Qiao stared at Qiu Huan, then lowered her head, just to see that the shrimp was put on the plate again.

Then, Shang Yu picked up the dish and handed it to Liu Yun, with a low magnetic voice: "Let the chef peel the shell before sending it."

Liuyun carried a plate of boiled shrimp noodles and went out without any difference.

No wonder this kind of thing, ha ha.

Qiu Huan clutched his forehead and laughed spontaneously, while Ou Bai looked at the shrimp on his chopsticks with a particularly exciting expression.

Li Qiao turned to look at Shang Yu, her mouth faintly pulled up, and before she said anything, Shang Yu gave her a processed king crab leg, "Eat this first, and then eat shrimp later."

Qiu Huan watched as the familiar crab leg was delivered to Li Qiao's bowl. If he remembered correctly, it was the one he had just worked on for a long time, right?

Shang Shaoyan, you **** inhuman!

At this time, Li Qiao was eating crab legs and looked up at Qiu Huan, "Young Master Qiu, you haven't answered me yet."

Qiu Huan grabbed his mind, suppressed the desire to draw a knife, cleared his throat, and explained, "It's nothing, it's just a surprise. The serial number of your camera is 122."

"So?" Li Qiao squinted.

Qiu Huan sighed and looked at the crab leg pretentiously, "At the beginning, my engineer borrowed the camera with serial number 122 to find inspiration. As far as I know... all the serial numbers of that camera are unique. ."

When the words fell, he set his gaze on Li Qiao's face without any deep meaning.

"Oh."

Qiu Huan: "?"

It's over?

"Sister, to be honest, at the Venus Charity Auction, the person who took the serial number 122 anonymously is you, right?"

Qiu Huan's unbearable curiosity still expressed his doubts straightforwardly.

At this time, Li Qiao put the crab legs aside after eating, wiped the corners of her mouth, and answered with a calm expression, "Well, it's me."

After getting a positive response, Qiu Huan still couldn't help being frightened, and quickly took a sip of beer to cover up his gaffe.

To qualify for the Venus auction, the value of 200 million is the primary threshold.

Being able to become an anonymous auctioneer means that she is a middle-level old member for at least three years, and she is worth a billion yuan.

Even though she was born the richest man, does the Li family really have so much money for her to spend?

The billions of capital flows at every turn, the home of the richest man may not be able to carry it? !

Everyone thinks that the richest man is the richest person.

In fact, the so-called rich list is not worthy of the truth. At best, it just adds some after-dinner talk to the public.

For the real rich, there is no way to measure their wealth with specific numbers, and they don't bother to be on the list, such as...Shang Shaoyan.

For example, the Qiu family.

Qiu Huan thought to himself, is it possible that the Li family still has capital reserves that outsiders do not know?

...

After the meal, it was less than seven o'clock.

Qiu Huan suggested going to Chen Yuan to relax, Shang Yu took a towel and wiped his hands, looking at Li Qiao sideways, with a deep voice: "Want to go?"

Li Qiao glanced at the time and nodded happily, "I have no objection."

"Yeah." Shang Yu stood up, picked up the suit jacket from the back of the chair, and handed it to Li Qiao very naturally.

Li Qiao received her hand, sorted out the folds, and hung it on her forearm.

However, the second before leaving the box, Shang Yu's steady pace suddenly stopped.

He stared at the coat with a deep gaze, his thin lips slightly sideways, and he took it from her hand. After unfolding, he put his hand on her shoulder, "Let's go."

(End of this chapter)