Outright Favoritism

Chapter 198 is quite mysterious

Li Qiao walked with him to the Bolan Club, thought, and said: "Charles told me just now that I look a lot like a deceased female stockman. I don’t know how much it looks like. I was so surprised to see me."

After speaking, Li Qiao squinted at Shang Yu, not letting the slightest trace of his facial expression be ignored.

I don't know if she thinks too much, this meeting today has an illusion of deliberate arrangement.

At this time, Shang Yu paused slowly by Li Qiao's body, his black eyes were not bottomed, his lips lightly raised, "Don't take it seriously, in the eyes of foreigners, most Asian faces are similar."

Is that right?

Li Qiao pursed the corners of her lips half-heartedly, noncommittal.

To be reasonable, Shang Yu could not introduce her to Charles.

But he still did.

Is it... just to announce the identity of her girlfriend?

But Charles is not from Nanyang. It doesn't matter if you know it or not, right?

Li Qiao kept secretly thinking in her heart, suddenly her shoulders sank, the man's strong arms came up, hugged lightly, bowed his head, and whispered: "I want to add contact information with him to find out about the female stock god?"

"Yeah." Li Qiao was caught off guard by his warm breath, which was itchy and numb.

She settled, leaning lazily on Shang Yu's shoulder, and staring at him with her head up, her eyes narrowing: "He just wants to send me pictures of the female stock goddess."

Shang Yu looked at her sideways, stretched his eyebrows, and pressed the corners of his lips pretentiously, "Same for sending to me."

Li Qiao lowered the tip of her nose and joked, "I'm afraid you will scare people away from sending photos."

"No, 30 billion dollars and a photo, he can tell which is more important."

This sentence, Li Qiao did not think deeply, Quan was a joke.

After a while, the two returned to the Bolan Club.

It seems to be cleared today.

In the huge clubhouse, apart from the occasional service staff passing by, I have never seen other guests at all.

In the VIP lounge on the second floor of the clubhouse, Li Qiao lay lazily in the sofa chair. After checking the time, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon, and he might be back to the company in a while.

Shang Yu didn't know where he was going, so he only asked her to wait a while before leaving the lounge.

Li Qiao slid the screen of her phone boredly, and the flowing clouds and falling rain were also missing.

Um... boring.

In a blink of an eye, for fifteen minutes, Shang Yu has not returned.

Li Qiao was thinking about whether to send him a WeChat question, and as she was thinking, the voice of falling rain came from behind her, "Miss Li, you can pass."

Li Qiao looked back at her and asked too lazily. She stood up and turned to the front, "Let's go."

I don't know where to go, it's mysterious anyway.

Not long after, Li Qiao was taken to the Bolan Shooting Hall area by falling rain.

Her faint eyes gradually filled with expression, and she had a little expectation.

It has been almost a month since the last shot.

For Li Qiao, who prefers guns and precision equipment, shooting is absolutely attractive.

At a private shooting room at the end of the front, Liu Yun was standing at the door waiting, seeing Li Qiao's figure, he nodded and opened the door, "Miss Li, please."

Li Qiao thanked her quietly and walked into the shooting room full of curiosity.

Standing still, raising her eyes, when she saw the scene in front of her, she suddenly smiled and curled her eyebrows.

In a small private shooting room, a long table is placed at the back of the shooting platform, on which are displayed eight silver hand boxes, each of which is a rare and rare pistol.

The real gun is not a training gun provided by a shooting gallery.

On the other hand, Shang Yu stood at the long table, with one hand in his pocket and the other with a cigarette in his hand, staring at her casually, "Come and see."

(End of this chapter)