Outright Favoritism

Chapter 182 Your life, I want it

"Master Yan, why do you think I am afraid? Are you afraid of you, or the gun in your hand?"

This question made Shang Yu's eyes seem to be covered with a layer of gray, thicker than the night.

He deceived forward, his eyes were not bottomed, and the birds said coldly: "The man in front of you killed people at the age of twelve, with countless lives in his hands. He is not a good person, and being with him is hell. If you walk through, you will die if you are not careful. Li Qiao, are you really afraid?"

Shang Yu's voice was deep and slow, and every word was filled with wild and untamable killing.

Under the rain curtain, Li Qiao was obscured by the rain.

In the ears, the man analyzed each word.

She closed her eyes to relieve the discomfort of her eyes, and opened her eyes again in a flash, the color in her eyes remained firm as before.

Li Qiao said, "Master Yan, I never said that I like good people, nor did I say that I am a good person."

What is the definition of good or bad?

There is a saying in people's hearts that the man she likes, even if he is a messenger of hell, she is willing to be in the middle of him.

If Li Qiao approached Shang Yu with curiosity from the beginning, then at this moment, she can be sure that she was moved by him.

She didn't know how deep and true it was.

But the only thing Li Qiao knew was that everything she saw tonight still couldn't shake her determination.

She likes Shang Yu, whether she feels upset, or she has been planning for a long time.

The first time she liked someone, Li Qiao wanted to ask for a clear result.

At this time, the overwhelming rain swept away everything in the valley.

The blood on the ground was mixed with mud, exuding a strong **** air.

Shang Yu's hand holding Li Qiao gradually loosened.

The rain is pouring, his hair is dripping, the fabric on his shoulders fits the texture, and his handsome face is pressed down, his voice is dumb: "Really not afraid? Do you know that once this road goes down, you have no chance to turn back ."

The woman he wanted to discuss was bound to be unique and unique.

If you can't give him a firm promise, you shouldn't disturb his peace.

Li Qiao's face was full of rain, but she couldn't hide the exquisite elegance of her eyebrows and eyes.

She moved the palm of her hand to the man's shoulder, her fingers tightened slightly, her eyes were moist and starry, and her tone was slightly arrogant: "Master Yan, I like to walk all the way to the dark and never look back."

This man who washes her soul, this man who makes her feel happy in every way, even if he steps on hell, that is the reflection of heaven in her eyes.

Li Qiao's emotional bursts were all at this moment, majestic and fierce, without concealment, no contrition.

She confessed her heart, confessed her love, and waited for him to respond or refuse.

No matter how hard-hearted Shang Yu is, it is impossible to remain indifferent.

What's more, he was already happy with Li Qiao.

At this moment, Shang Yu looked at her deeply, and held her in his arms in the next second, very tight, wishing to carve her into his bones.

His Adam's apple kept rolling, and when he bowed his head, his thin lips pressed against her ears, and he murmured in a moving, muted voice: "Don't want to run away in this life. I want it for your life."

Shang Shaoyan wanted her, and only wanted her.

Hearing the sound, Li Qiao smiled in his arms, then slowly raised her head to meet his eyes.

He was soaked, his cold eyes wet with rain, but they were burning with flames, stroking Li Qiao's cheek, and pressing a kiss on her forehead: "Let's go home."

Shang Yu took her hand and walked to the helicopter in the rain.

All the temptations, all the entanglements, in her unavoidable look, all vanished.

It turned out that the girl who disturbed his situation had never thought of retreating.

(End of this chapter)