Outright Favoritism

Chapter 539 Are you sure she will let go of the past?

At this moment, there was a neat sound of footsteps from the direction of the stairs in the corridor.

Feng Yi paused when he dialed the phone, and when he turned his head to look, his handsome face sank, "What is the Duke?"

Here comes Xiao Yehui.

It was still his royal knight who opened the way in front of him.

He did not answer Feng Yi, but looked at the door of the study.

Within a few seconds, the door opened, and Shang Yu's straight black figure paced out from inside.

In the gorgeous European-style corridor, the two men are not far apart, but there is a clear separation.

Xiao Yehui paced forward, with the white gloved hand still hanging on his side, softly whispering: "I thought you would stop me."

He called Shang Shaoyan and said he wanted to meet Li Qiao. He instinctively thought he would stop it, but he didn't.

Right now, Shang Yu and his gaze crossed, with one hand into the pocket, and his lips curled sharply, "I always want to give you a chance to say goodbye to the past."

The smile on Xiao Yehui's face narrowed a little, and when he turned to face the door, he turned his head and looked back, "Are you so sure that she will let go?"

The man didn't look at him, and took the cigarette case from Feng Yi's hand, calm and arrogant, "You can try."

Xiao Yehui didn't give him a deep look, bent his lips and pushed the door and walked in.

Feng Yi watched his figure disappear inside the door, a little worried, "How is Li Qiao's hand? You let him in like this, just in case..."

The man held the cigarette to his lips, his voice was low, "Nothing in case."

There must be a decision about Xiao Yehui and Li Qiao.

...

In the study, Xiao Yehui stood at the door, seeing the scene inside, a slight smile appeared in his eyes.

It was the Xiao Qi he knew, no matter what unexpected situation he faced, he could recover calm and reason in the fastest time.

At this moment, she was sitting alone on the European-style couch, her skirt swaying on the floor, her legs folded, she was lowering her head and rubbing the gauze on her right hand, and casually said to him, "You are here."

From the ridiculous bewilderment when she first saw it, to the moment of indifferent calmness, the pointer only walked half a circle, and he could not see any extra emotions in her body.

Xiao Yehui paced to take a seat on the single sofa opposite Li Qiao, and the greetings and reminiscences of the old people meeting seemed redundant and hypocritical in such a scene.

He sighed softly and leaned back in the chair gracefully, "How's your hand?"

Li Qiao pulled off a piece of yarn and rubbed it at his fingertips, "I can't die."

The conversation was too sparse and ordinary, leaving Xiao Yehui at a loss for a moment.

In fact, he would rather Li Qiao beat him and scold him, or even engage with him, and didn't want to see her calm and calm.

Xiao Yehui looked away from her face and looked away at the bookcase in front of her. A thin smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, "Little Qi, I said I have difficulties, do you believe it?"

"Believe." Li Qiao raised her eyelids and looked at the face that had made her feel guilty for three years. She couldn't help but shrink, "But, it doesn't matter."

Xiao Yehui raised his eyebrows and looked at her again, "Are you not complaining about me?"

Li Qiao pressed the corners of her mouth and looked at him faintly, "What are you complaining about? Do you want to leave in feign death?

"Xiao Qi." Xiao Yehui never changed his name, including those eyes, just as it was three years ago, always constricting her with a gentle smile.

As if nothing had changed, as if he was still the gentle and considerate elder brother.

He paused for a moment, then slowly said: "I won't refute the fake death, but the third and fifth have an accident, why don't you think about their reasons?"

There was finally a ripple in Li Qiao's eyes, but it was fleeting.

She lowered her eyes, curled her lips, and smiled faintly, "The Huizi of the year, as a soldier of the Seven Sons, was best at figuring out people's hearts and controlling others' emotions.

So, you want to tell me now that they are asking for their injuries and have nothing to do with you? "

It's not that Xiao Yehui didn't hear her mockery. In the past few years, he had changed back to Duke Childman, and no one dared to speak to him in such a tone.

The harshness is certain.

Especially this person is Li Qiao.

Xiao Yehui sneered at her lips and slowly raised her left hand wearing white gloves, "You returned to Yuncheng halfway through, and you should have investigated the truth of their accident.

A boss of an acquired pharmaceutical company, a killer who refused to take orders, just these two people can seriously hurt the third and fifth. Can't it explain the problem?

Xiao Qi, I wouldn't deny what I did, but did you forget that at the border back then, this was also our most commonly used method to fuel the flames and leverage strength. "

Li Qiao's breathing was stagnant, and his eyes fell on Xiao Yehui's face faintly.

Passing by the border, beacon smoke was everywhere. They used to sit in front of a bonfire and drank alcohol to discuss ways to seriously hurt their opponents.

Everyone is making plans, wishing to kill others.

Yes, these are their usual methods and tricks.

No matter how long in the past, she remembered everything that happened at the border.

But when these innocent methods are used on one's own body, it will become unprecedented irony.

At this time, Xiao Yehui seemed to understand the cynicism in her eyes. He pinched the white glove on his left hand and pulled it lightly. The artificial limb of the artificial arm appeared under the light. "You blame me for doing them, but you seem to I never thought about what I did to protect you.

They were injured, but not fatal. I didn't let them live either.

If I really want to disadvantage you, I have had countless opportunities to start in the past three years.

Xiao Qi, you might as well think about it, if the youngest and youngest have enough abilities, how could they get hurt and how could they make you go back to China overnight?

It is not so much that you are born and die for everyone, it is better to say that they are dragging you down.

Putting the same thing on you, I don't believe that you will not be able to avoid those influential assassinations and traps. "

Li Qiao's sight was so fixed on Xiao Yehui's artificial prosthesis.

After a while, she closed her eyes and stretched out her hand to rub her temples, "Is Duke Childman brainwashing me?"

"Heh..." Xiao Yehui chuckled softly. He stood up on the handrail, and put on his white gloves again unhurriedly, "You, just like before, who can brainwash you about the things you know?

I'm just telling you that you and I just have different positions now, and you know better than me that this world is not black and white.

If you think I am wrong, then I say nothing.

But you still have to remember one thing, if one day you and Shang Shaoyan separate, then I will still be your border brother...Xiao Yehui. "

Li Qiao's fingers rubbing her forehead suddenly stopped, her eyes filled with waves.

After a depressive look at each other, she raised her hand and dropped her phone on the table. A text message from two days ago was displayed on the screen, "You said you are so stalwart, but your methods are not clever. I would rather you be honest and honest. Is our enemy."

Xiao Yehui straightened his gloves, glanced at the phone screen, his eyes narrowed suddenly.

He looked at the few words, and the arc of laughter at the corner of his mouth gradually deepened, but his eyes became increasingly dark.

Seeing him not speaking, Li Qiao's heart sank a bit.

(End of this chapter)