Outright Favoritism

Chapter 177 What is your suggestion?

Tonight, the gloomy night of Nanyang seems to be brewing a shower.

Clouds and mists, accompanied by thunder rolling down.

Before it rains, the whole city has been blurred by the moisture.

Townhouse area in Tangxi Garden, Dongjiao.

Li Qiao sat alone in the sunken garden, holding a can of beer in her hand, and sipping occasionally.

Here is her private house, and she can't come here several times a year.

But tonight, Li Qiao chose to avoid everyone and came here alone to sort out his emotions.

After drinking a can of beer, she raised her head to look at the sky, and the dark night looked more and more terrifying.

The muffled thunder is even more depressing.

Li Qiao's eyebrows are impetuous, and she urgently needs a way to relieve her.

She squeezed the beer can in her hand, got up and went to the semi-underground boxing room.

In the center of the boxing room on the red plastic floor, there are two sandbags hanging.

Li Qiao took a handwrap and wrapped her wrists and fingers a few times, then moved her muscles and bones a little, and then she started punching frantically.

Each move is sharp and free and easy, chasing, retreating, hitting with the front hand, etc., with rich and varied postures and strong explosive power.

She barely stopped for half an hour.

The sandbags in mid-air seemed to be overwhelmed and tottering with her rhythm.

"call--"

With the last punch, Li Qiao held a fist with one hand to support the sandbag and let out a long breath.

It's been a long time since she punched so heartily, the last time... it seemed to be three years ago.

Physically exhausted to the extreme, Li Qiao's mind became clearer and clearer.

It is true that Shang Yu is reluctant to bear.

It's true that you can't let go of research.

Her growth in the field of bioengineering cannot be summed up in a few words.

The reason why she is so melancholy is because... once she joins the research in the laboratory, it means that from now on, there is no way to do it at will.

Scientific research is rigorous and tedious, and there is no fixed time from nine to five.

It is possible that a small experimental discussion will last for four or five days.

Day and night, that is the norm.

Li Qiao closed her eyes and breathed, still not feeling high.

She untied the hand strap and threw it in the corner. After taking a shower, she returned to the living room.

Silence spreads in this empty and deserted villa.

...

When the time came to eight o'clock, Li Qiao was leaning on the sofa with her legs folded on the coffee table. In the projection screen in front of her, Li San's resolute and iron-blooded face.

Li Qiao and Li San are on a video call.

In the picture, Li San sits in a dimly lit tent, holding a cigarette to his mouth, swallowing the clouds and vomiting fog, "Is it worthwhile for you to go to the eastern suburbs to find ideas?"

In the whole Li family, the one who knew Li Qiao best was San Ge Li Cheng.

The townhouse in Tangxi Garden, Dongjiao, is Li Qiao's private domain.

In so many years, Li San has only been there once, and there are many secrets in that villa.

If it weren't for problems, Li Qiao would basically not go to Tangxi Garden.

At this time, Li Qiao was twisting a strand of wet hair, her delicate cheeks showing the rosy after bathing, she pulled the corners of her mouth, "So what's your suggestion?"

Li San arrogantly raised his head and spit out the smoke ring, and then sneered, "Before I give advice, Li Xiaosi, tell me the truth, who is the name of the man who can let you chase back?"

Hearing this, Li Qiao didn't say a word, lying lazily on the sofa, dropping his eyes and looking cold.

Make it clear not to tell the truth.

Seeing her like this, Li Cheng had a vague guess in his heart, but he felt it was impossible.

(End of this chapter)