Outright Favoritism

Chapter 417 Distressed?

Qiaoqiao, don't be angry anymore, okay...

Just such a simple temptation, like a soft tune, swayed in Li Qiao's heart.

Who is he?

Nanyang Shang Shaoyan.

The Nanyang overlord who controls the Quartet with his own power.

In this world, how many people can make him bow his head?

Even Shang Zonghai, I'm afraid that he can't let Shang Yu put down his body like this.

The last two words: OK?

It is an inquiry, a compromise, and a gesture of tolerance.

Li Qiao's voice was astringent, looking at the door panel in front of her, she couldn't tell.

During these few seconds of silence, Shang Yu could not wait for her answer, and the arms around her tightened again, his voice was even more hoarse than before, "If you still can’t calm down, what do you want me to do? Say."

Li Qiao blinked, pushing back the sourness in her eye sockets. Just when she wanted to speak, she noticed that there was more and more blood floating in the air.

Her face changed slightly, she turned from the man's arms, and at the same time raised her hand to insert the room card into the power switch.

The bright warm light made her squint uncomfortably, her eyes were flat on Shang Yu's shoulder, and she could see that the fabric of his shoulder shirt was wet.

Li Qiao's heart sank, and he turned his head and glanced at the T-shirt on his left shoulder. The fabric was also dyed red.

No wonder she just felt a sticky damp heat spreading across her shoulders, and his wounds were bleeding again.

Li Qiao raised his hand to unbutton his shirt without saying a word, her lips tightly pressed.

The next second, the man held her hand, raised her chin, leaned over, pressed down her handsome face, and breathed close at hand, "Are you not angry?"

Li Qiao looked up at him, pulled the corners of her mouth, her tone tightened, "Regenerate, do you seem to be particularly ignorant?"

"No." Shang Yu's thin lips twitched, his thumb rubbed the delicate skin of her chin, and his eyes burned her cheeks, "In front of me, you don't need to be sensible, you can do whatever you want."

After a little awkwardness, his ability to talk about love seemed to have taken a qualitative leap.

Li Qiao glanced at him. Although she forced the upward arc of her mouth, the eyes of the black and white deer were no longer the secluded and cold eyes.

She pulled away the man's hand and unbuttoned his shirt with one hand. The well-textured chest line was perfect, except for the gauze that was an eye-catching wet with blood.

Li Qiao frowned, her eyes were clearly displeased, she raised her eyebrows and glanced at the playful gaze above her eyes, knowing that he did it on purpose, but she couldn't say more.

"Distressed?" The man's warm palm fell on her cheeks, his fingers passed through the hair behind her ears, his deep eyes fell into the warm color of the corridor lamp, like a gentle sea of ​​ink.

Can you feel bad?

It was a gunshot wound, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it was a wound.

Li Qiao took his wrist and walked into the room. The layout of the guest house's room still maintained the style of more than ten years ago, with two ring-shaped chairs and a round table next to the window.

She pressed the man's right shoulder to let him sit down, and then casually dropped the brocade box that had been pinched in her palm on the table, bent down and pulled the collar of his shirt down, revealing a whole shoulder, "Who are you with? Come here?"

The little girl bent over, looked at the blood-stained gauze, frowned and met the man's eyes.

Shang Yu raised his hand and stroked the traces of her eyebrows with his fingertips, "Liuyun is next door."

"Did you bring the medicine box?" Li Qiao asked, holding his palm, with her eyebrows down.

If she didn't bring the medicine box, she considered whether to send him to the hospital.

The facilities in the guest house are not as complete as star-rated hotels. Instead of waiting for them to find the first aid kit, it is more convenient to go to the hospital.

At this time, Shang Yu didn't speak, and sat in the chair, Li Qiao's contemplative expression reflected in his deep eyes.

The room lighting is not very bright, but it also makes each other's expressions invisible.

Shang Yu's throat fluctuated, and when Li Qiao turned around, he suddenly reached out his hand to clasp her neck, and grabbed her red lips in front of him.

What I wanted to do since seeing her in Nanyang last night, finally put it into action at this moment.

Li Qiao did not struggle, but was distracted and focused on his movements.

She bent over, the man raised his head and his lips pressed together, adding a touch of emotional ambiguity to the hot night in Chongcheng.

The kiss didn't last long, because Li Qiao thought about his injury, pushed his lips away and pursed his lips. After saying something, I went to Liuyun and hurried out.

In the quiet room, the smell of blood grew stronger.

Leaning on the back of the circular chair, the man breathed quietly, looking down at the bandage on his left shoulder, but accidentally caught the little brocade box placed on the table by Li Qiao.

The point is, the rubbing logo on the brocade box...

The Liger logo of the Myanmar Special Execution Team.

Shang Yu's thin lips pursed slightly, his eyes stopped on the brocade box for a long time.

He has never carefully investigated Li Qiao's affairs at the border, mostly from some rumors, if she wants to tell, she will tell him.

But he checked the person who gave the brocade box.

He is different from Yun Li and from the seventh son Shen Qingye.

According to the information, he took over the post of the Special Enforcement Team of the Burmese Army Ministry for Li Qiao.

Bo Tingxiao, a man who withdrew his family engagement and stayed at the border of Myanmar for Li Qiao.

...

In less than two minutes, Li Qiao went and returned.

She hurriedly turned back with a first aid kit in one hand, and there were not only flowing clouds in the next room, including Mochizuki, Luoyu, and He Chen.

It was obviously Chongcheng who had accompanied Shang Yu.

As for He Chen, when she saw her enter the door, he looked for the medicine box and ridiculed her while smoking: "Brother and sister, even if you two can't help but bear with them, your man is injured, and this guest house...the soundproofing is really bad. ."

Li Qiao returned to Shang Yu with the medicine box in his arms and moved the small brocade box easily. At least from the action point of view, there was no sign of special treatment.

The man's eyes fell from the table to Li Qiao's face again.

The warm light always has a beautiful hue, which makes her look especially soft.

Li Qiao skillfully took out the iodine and gauze, and then took out the medical scissors and leaned over to carefully cut the gauze off the man.

When the **** wound was exposed in front of her eyes, she still held her gaze uncontrollably.

The wound was in the middle of his collarbone and his arm. Although the stitches were stitched, the broken flesh still couldn't stop the blood gurgling out.

Shang Yu is a standard male model figure, especially the shape of his collarbone.

This gunshot wound destroyed the beauty of his left shoulder clavicle, Li Qiao accidentally squeezed the tweezers in her hand, wishing to make two shots for the person who did it.

She raised her eyelids to see his expression, but unexpectedly found that the man's deep eyes were looking at her impartially.

Li Qiao's heart was stung so unexpectedly, she pressed her lips and continued to clean up his wounds.

It took her nearly ten minutes for something that could be done in a few minutes.

The wound was too obtrusive, and her heart was blocked.

(End of this chapter)