Outright Favoritism

Chapter 125, this hug, dazzled

The bodyguard stood in front of him, silently, and leaned forward and whispered: "Master, it seems that you are right. The relationship between Ye Yan and Miss Li is indeed extraordinary."

Shang Zonghai stood with his hands behind his hands, the lenses obscuring the light and playfulness of his eyes, "It is a blessing or a curse, it depends on her own good fortune."

...

Outside the mansion, mid-level lawn.

Shang Yu took Li Qiao and strolled deep in the lawn. The mountains were covered with mist. From a distance, Tianshan Mountains were connected.

Li Qiao paced with her hands behind her back, looking around, chatting with Shang Yu one after another, "Master Yan, I heard that Shang Lu returned to Pama?"

"Well, go back to take refuge." The man is slender, walking with Li Qiao's side with his hands, joking in a leisurely manner.

Since the last time he was spoofed at the Li family, Shang Lu has avoided the Li family.

At that time, Li San on the border was in Nanyang again, and he deliberately found faults several times. Shanglu couldn't defend himself, so he had to return to Pama for the time being.

At this time, Li Qiao pursed her lips and smiled, looking up at him, "Shang Lu's illness is born with him?"

Shang Yu walked slowly on the lawn, lowered his gaze and looked at the girl in front of him, his eyes are like an abyss and he can't see the bottom, "Is so interested in his affairs?"

Li Qiao could easily see the wrinkles between his eyebrows, and couldn't help but laugh, "Master Yan, my major is biomedicine, and his disease is worth studying."

Well, in her eyes, Phytolacca is a walking experimental mouse.

Hearing this, Shang Yu stretched his eyebrows, looked away from Li Qiao’s face, looked at Yuanshan and said in a deep voice, “Shang Lu’s illness was not obvious when he was born, and he was touched by the maid at home every time he was about three years old. He would have a rash and cry for unknown reasons."

"So..." Li Qiao stroked her chin thoughtfully.

Phytolacca's disease sounds like it is allergic to women, but it can cause vomiting when touched, which may also be related to the skin conduction system.

Li Qiao's thoughts were flying, the more she thought about it, the more she became fascinated, so she didn't notice the dew-covered lawn under her feet.

She was wearing a pair of SF flat-bottomed rivet shoes. The result of walking was that the soles of the shoes slipped suddenly on the wet grass. She had no time to stabilize her figure and planted staggeringly toward the lawn.

Between the lightning and flint, a strong and powerful arm quickly passed through her waistline and hugged tightly, and then tightened the arm and pulled Li Qiao directly into her breathless arms.

Li Qiao's red lips opened slightly, and the exclamation was in her throat.

Everything happened too suddenly, and the reflexes she had always been proud of seemed to have become dull.

At this moment, among the green grasses of the Cangshan Mountains, Li Qiao was lying on Shang Yu's chest. Due to her inertia, for the moment she stabilized her figure, her hands were directly on his shoulders.

The man's strong arm was still wrapped around the waist, tightened a bit, and the two of them stuck together in a close and close distance.

Li Qiao held his breath motionlessly, his mind was chaotic.

In front of her, Shang Yu's sharp-lined Adam's apple, looking down, are two clavicles showing the neckline.

The bronzed texture glows with a man's unique hormonal taste, and his heartbeat can even be clearly felt from the close distance.

This hug is dazzled.

Li Qiao's eyelashes trembled, and she raised her head to face the man.

At this distance, she could clearly see her reflection in Shang Yu's dark eyes.

Li Qiao's breathing was tight, and the fingers clinging to his shoulder curled up slightly, her heartbeat completely chaotic.

At this time, the palm of her back waist was slightly relaxed, but she did not let go, and then she heard the man's slightly dumb magnetic voice ringing in her ear: "Walking and not looking at the road, what are you thinking about?"

(End of this chapter)