Outright Favoritism

Chapter 164 Yan Ye, his legs are numb

Hearing the sound, Shang Yu bent his knees and retracted his long legs, his Adam's apple slid twice, and stood up on the armrest, "Go, go to eat."

Li Qiao looked up at his slender physique, stretched out his hand and pulled at his arms, "Isn't it over ten minutes? I'm not so hungry after reading it before I go..."

Before he finished speaking, the man flipped his wrist, clasped her forearm, and gently pulled the person up, "You can ask Mochizuki for the admission result."

Li Qiao couldn't defend herself, her feet softened the moment she got up, and her shoulders directly hit Shang Yu's chest.

Yes, I slept for two hours with my legs numb.

Li Qiao was still holding his suit in her hand, half of her body leaning on his chest, not an ambiguous posture, but... it is inevitable that there will be suspicion of throwing in his arms.

She lowered her head and moved her ankles, pursed her lips and frowned, and looked at Shang Yu innocently, "Master Yan, my legs are numb..."

The implication is not deliberately rushing you.

A smile line appeared on Shang Yu's lips, his sturdy forearm put his arms around Li Qiao's back waist, and with a light hook, he invisibly narrowed the distance between the two, "Should I take you?"

Li Qiao's heart was beating like a drum, and she shook her head pretentiously, "That's not necessary, I'll just slow it down."

"Well, it's okay, slowly." Even so, but the hand of the back waist has not been retracted, the man just hugged her with his arms so recklessly and calmly.

Li Qiao couldn't help but licked the corner of her mouth, breathing lightly, her eyes full of smiles.

After a while, the numbness of ankles gradually subsided, Li Qiao moved her legs, raised her head and ran into Shang Yu's dark eyes, "Yan Ye, I'm all right."

The man raised his eyebrows and stroked the back of her head very gently, "Well, let's go."

...

In the afternoon of the same day, the results of the match-up admissions of the Red Guest League came out. Li Shaoquan finished third with a narrow win.

When learning the result, Li Qiao was looking at Li Shaoquan's WeChat page with her mobile phone, thinking irritably whether to block him.

Ten minutes ago, she knew that Li Shaoquan had been accepted by the Hongke League.

Because until now, even if ten minutes have passed, Li Shaoquan is still sending her emoticons, plus a dozen phone calls, but she hangs up.

This guy may be crazy.

After another five minutes, Li Qiao couldn't bear it, and turned his message page into Do Not Disturb mode, got up and went to the pantry.

Forget it, let's say congratulations.

She won't have to raise a son anymore.

In the pantry, Li Qiao dialed Li Shaoquan's number.

The moment it was connected, there was a whimper, "Woo-Dad."

He cried, really cried.

Li Qiao touched her eyebrows helplessly, "Not promising."

Li Shaoquan sniffed, and choked up his nose, "You don't understand, how many **** sentences I have been scolded for so many years, today I finally exhale, woo-"

Li Qiao didn't know what else to say besides sighing.

She is not good at comforting people, but Li Shaoquan has indeed suffered a lot of grievances over the past few years.

Holding the dream of a young hero, he stumbled and walked for eight years.

He was misunderstood and cursed by countless people just for his youthful ambition.

Li Qiao leaned against the tea counter, listened to the constant blowing of her nose on the phone, and curled her lips disgustedly, "Don't cry, congratulations come true."

"Qiaoqiao, I want to go home..." Li Shaoquan cried enough, and murmured aggrievedly while holding the phone.

He hasn't gone back for a long time, and he has stumbled on this road for too long.

However, on this day when his wish came true, he was homesick.

(End of this chapter)