Outright Favoritism

Chapter 532 He is worried about that person

Shang Yu pulled her hand on her palm and squeezed it. The wet touch seemed to calm the fluctuations in her heart.

The Cavaliers of the earl's house have driven away all the others in the square.

Feng Yi strode forward, standing beside Shang Yu, and said to the front with difficulty saying: "Zong Yue, you almost got it."

At this time, the fight between Zong Yue and the black boss was completely unilaterally crushed and beaten.

The punch to the flesh beat the burly man over 1.9 meters like a grandson.

As long as she sees her movements, she will hold her head and crotch her legs in a reflexive manner.

Zong Yue only felt that his blood was boiling, and the voice in his ear gradually became distant, as if he had returned to the military headquarters, sweating and practicing sparring on the sunny training ground.

until--

Feng Yi couldn't stand it anymore, stepped forward and pressed Zong Yue's shoulder with one hand, and then released her offensive with a little force. A chilly voice also sounded above her head, "Stand up for me."

Zong Yue's breath was disordered, and her hair was stuck to both sides of her cheeks. It took a long time to recover, looking up at Feng Yi, "Second Uncle? When did you come?"

Feng Yi's temple suddenly jumped twice, and patted the back of her head, "Go and wipe your hands, I will take care of the rest."

Zong Yue let out a ‘oh’, turned around reluctantly and walked two steps, but his legs softened and he almost knelt down in the street.

The fierce fighting caused the adrenaline to soar, and there was no pain and fatigue.

This will calm down, and the slack muscles will instantly exhaust her.

Zong Yue shuffled to Li Qiao, glanced at the cold-faced Shang Yu, swallowed his throat, and took out a wet wipe from his bag to wipe his face and hands without saying a word.

As soon as she opened the package, she thought of something, and quickly opened the wallet and looked at the card in the mezzanine.

Seeing the card Li Jun gave her lying quietly in it, he smiled in relief.

Li Qiao didn't pay attention to these details, but saw her soft steps. She simply got up and left the motorcycle, and took Zong Yue along with it, "Sit and rest."

Zong Yue leaned on the motorcycle on his side, breathing calmly, before turning his head to ask Li Qiao, "Are you not injured?"

"No."

When the words fell, a gloomy and unhappy sight floated from the top of his head.

Zong Yue's breath condensed, and he glanced at the dense and deep gaze, pursing his mouth and stopped talking.

Uncle Shaoyan seemed to be angry.

Today's incident is indeed the trouble she caused.

Zong Yue cautiously hid Tibet beside Li Qiao, trying to reduce his sense of existence.

About ten minutes later, several speeders were taken away by the Cavaliers.

The noisy slum square has also become extremely quiet.

Shang Yu held Li Qiao's shoulder and led her to his team.

Su Moshi and the two of them whispered a few words before returning to the commercial vehicle along the original road with their two bodyguards.

Zong Yue held his purse and followed Feng Yi without saying a word. After thinking about it again and again, he said eagerly, "Second Uncle...what happened today, can you not tell me San Uncle and Grandpa?"

Feng Yi squinted at her, "You mean... nearly killing a black man?"

Zong Yue: "..."

How can it be so exaggerated, she just played a little longer, how could she be killed.

Feng Yi understood her subtext in almost a second, "Just now there was news from the Cavaliers that the black man had broken five ribs."

Zong Yue lowered his head and hugged his bag tightly and never spoke again.

...

On the way back, Li Qiao lazily leaned on Shang Yu's shoulder. The street lights on both sides of the avenue occasionally leaked in, casting an ambiguous yellow in the carriage.

The man raised his arm and took her into his arms. The generous arm was solid and powerful. "How many days are there to communicate in the Medical League?"

Li Qiao half-closed her eyes and grabbed his fingers from her shoulders, "At least another week. If something goes wrong in Nanyang, you might as well go back first and don't have to be here to accompany me."

Shang Yu didn't speak, leaning back in his chair, turning his eyes and looking out the window.

It took a long time before he spoke in a deep and unquestionable voice, "No hurry, wait for you to finish the exchange."

Li Qiao raised her eyebrows and looked at him, pondering for a few seconds, and tentatively said: "Are you worried that the people of the Childman family will deal with me?"

That's why he procrastinated and refused to return to Nanyang.

The light of a street lamp outside the window happened to fall on the man's face. With the half-bright and half-dark light, Li Qiao was inexplicably unable to understand what the deep meaning of his eyes flashed.

Shang Yu just cast his eyes down and stared at her, his thin lips tightened and loosened several times, revealing something unspeakable.

This was the look Li Qiao had never seen on his face.

In just a few seconds, the time has been stretched infinitely.

Li Qiao tried to ask, but Shang Yu reached out and clasped the back of her head, pressing the person in his arms, his voice slowly overflowing from her thin lips, "Even if they deal with you, they may not be able to get a favor from you. ."

It's just... I'm afraid you can't stand some cruel truth.

Step by step, careful arrangements, still failed to prevent her from appearing in the British Empire.

He pretended to be exhaustive, but still underestimated her true strength.

From beginning to end, what he worried about was never the Zellman family, but that person.

...

The night is like thick ink, and in the suites of the Royal Hotel, it is inevitable that it is a lingering lingering life.

In recent days, Li Qiao has directly lived in the small town of Mies for the convenience of studying.

And Shang Yu seemed to be very busy, and he didn't have much time to meet in the same city.

Coupled with the previous separation time in China, they have not been intimate for nearly half a month.

The ground was littered with clothing, and under the warm yellow lights were undulating figures.

Li Qiao didn't know what was wrong with him, there seemed to be nothing wrong, but it seemed that his emotions had been tense.

Just like at this moment, he is propping up the bed, holding her face in both hands, but looking at her condescendingly with deep eyes, as if to look into the depths of her soul.

Even his movements continued, even though his breathing was slightly chaotic, his expression was absolutely calm.

Li Qiao's eyes were blurred, and he drew his outline with his fingertips, "You, what are you looking at?"

She spoke a little laboriously, her face was full of thin red, and she suppressed some of the calls forcibly, and finally calmed down and asked.

The man's apple slipped, his thumb rubbed her skin, pressed down his handsome face and kissed her between her eyebrows, then buried his head in her neck, his voice hoarse, "Call me."

Li Qiao whispered his name softly, again and again.

Later, he held her earlobe and murmured, "Qiaoqiao, no matter what happens, you must tell me, eh?"

Li Qiao looked at the shaking light above her head, closed her eyes and responded to his instructions, "Okay..."

An extreme joy. Love almost consumed all her physical strength.

Before going to deep sleep, Li Qiao faintly heard the vibration of the mobile phone, but she was too tired, so she closed her eyes.

(End of this chapter)