Outright Favoritism

   Chapter 608

  Li Qiao stepped into the hall and walked gently to the entrance of the living room. A chatter came slowly.

  "Xiaoyan has no bad thoughts. He became the deputy secretary-general of the Nanyang Secretariat on his own. In terms of ability and character, at least he is better than you.

  This voice is extraordinarily gentle, like the soft words of Wu Nong from the south of the Yangtze River. Even if the words are contemptuous, they still can't stop the gentleness of soft words.

  Li Qiao stopped, her lips raised evilly, and her eyes intertwined with coldness.

  It turned out to be Mrs. Xiao.

  Li Qiao escaped from the border until now, and has been investigating what went wrong with Emperor Yan.

  She really thought he had returned on business, but she did not expect such a big surprise tonight.

  At the beginning of Shang Yu’s study, the first time she heard Mrs. Xiao’s recognizable voice on the phone, she has been deeply impressed.

  The gentle timbre that hurts people, like a blunt knife grinding meat, not sharp, but it breaks people's hearts every inch.

  For example, at this moment, what she calls Xiaoyan is Xiao Yeyan, the stepson who framed the big brother Li.

  Obviously the methods are despicable, and the character is low, which she described as extraordinary.

  Li Qiao suddenly understood one thing.

  Shang Yu’s paranoia may be because she has long used this kind of ‘introduction’ to torture him psychologically and spiritually.

  It’s hard to imagine that she had taught Shangyu medicine by herself, so when she hurt him for the first time, she must have left an indelible mark in his heart.

  Li Qiao stood there with no expression on her face, her eyes full of frost, raging with anger.

   Such a good man, how did she turn black and white without her conscience?

  At this time, the crisp sound of the teacup on the coffee table attracted Li Qiao's attention.

  Later, Shang Yu’s low, ridiculous voice came, “Since Mrs. Xiao thinks he is outstanding, it shouldn’t be difficult to return to the post of Nanyang Deputy Secretary-General on her own.”

"That's natural." Madam Xiao sat upright on the sofa, with her back straight, her knees close together, and her sitting posture was a standard celebrity style. "So I send him back this time, and you will have your own skills in the future. I also want to give you a piece of advice, don’t try to hurt him again."

  Shang Yu crossed his legs, leaned on the back of the chair, raised his eyebrows, his eyes were as deep as the sea.

  Ms. Xiao put her hands on her knees, touched her nails, and smiled softly: "That's right, after all, you haven't done anything to do with your own brother."

  In an instant, the air in the living room seemed to be still.

  Li Qiao suddenly raised her eyes, and a slight astonishment flashed across her eyes.

  Hands his own brother...

  Shang Yu?

  Ms. Xiao said this sentence like a smile, but it is not difficult to hear the hidden hatred.

  The word ‘hand blade’ was especially clear by her.

  So, this is the cause of their mother and son's anti-purpose?

  The silence continued to spread, like a wall separating everything from the outside world.

Li Qiao suppressed all speculation and raised her foot to enter the door, but she heard Mrs. Xiao smile and speak again: "Why don't you speak? Did you also remember how terribly your brother died? He broke his hand and his foot. , The **** pool is really unforgettable."

  At this moment, Li Qiao actually had fine lumps all over her body.

  Ms. Xiao described her son’s death in a smile with Yan Yan.

  As if it doesn’t matter to me, it’s even more terrifying.

  Ms. Xiao used her gentle protective color step by step to drag Shang Yu into hell.

  She took the trouble to put him on the shackles of brother Shoubane, tortured him physically and mentally, and destroyed him.

  Li Qiao closed her eyes, and an unprecedented desire for protection emerged from the bottom of her heart.

  She has a pretty face with cold frost, her eyes darkened with coldness, she stepped away and paced slowly, her light tone sounded at the entrance of the living room, "It sounds really unforgettable."

The appearance of   Li Qiao was unexpected.

  In the living room, in addition to Shang Yu and Mrs. Xiao, there was a row of solemn black-clothed bodyguards standing behind Mrs. Xiao with their hands on their hands.

  Under the bright crystal lamp, Shang Yu faced Madam Xiao alone.

  The light is very bright, there is no warmth, and he is covered, but he is more and more alone.

  Li Qiao threw the briefcase in her hand on the coffee table, and walked forward and sat in the middle of the sofa.

  She folded her legs and turned her face to Madam Xiao Ming Dailan. The two eyes met, both staring.

  Li Qiao did not expect that she is so beautiful.

  Ms. Xiao did not expect her face... so familiar.

  Mingdailan is over fifty years old, and it is still beautiful.

  Years and age did not make her beauty twilight, on the contrary, it added more grace and grace.

  Shang Yu and Ming Dailan are seven points similar.

  She was shocked by Shang Yu's appearance, and now she has found a source in Ming Dailan.

  At the same time, Ming Dailan was also looking at Li Qiao, with a light smile on her lips, which made her look very gentle and elegant.

  The moment Shang Yu appeared in Li Qiao, his aura suddenly changed. Although he did not look at her, his fingers on the armrest clenched into fists.

   He half-hangs his head, his posture seems lazy and relaxed, but he is stiff that is hard to hold on himself.

   Didn't stop her from going back to Nanyang, after all, she was still able to hear the past without seeing the sun.

  "No wonder Shang Zonghai would write your name into the genealogy despite the opposition of the Presbyterian Church. It turns out... so." At this moment, Ming Dailan looked away from Li Qiao, expressing a meaningful sentence.

  Li Qiao curled her lips calmly, leaning on the sofa and squinting her eyes, "Does Mrs. Xiao always like to play mystery when talking?"

  Ming Dailan smiled, her voice still slow and soft, "Little girl, since I don’t understand, why ask me to humiliate myself?"

  Li Qiao smiled secretly, raised her eyebrows straightforwardly and candidly, and her expression was somewhat open and arbitrary, "Are you sure I don't understand? You should also know Jing Yilan."

  Ming Dailan looked at her without changing her face. After a few seconds, she sighed in a bit of melancholy, "I do know it, but a pity... it will leave hidden dangers if you are too sharp."

  This is a pun.

  Li Qiao did not dare to take it lightly when facing Ming Dailan, even her facial expressions maintained a consistent calmness.

  She will not underestimate any opponent, nor will she underestimate Ming Dailan, who is good at playing psychological tactics.

  She can become the mistress of the Shang family and marry the duke’s mansion for the second time. In addition to her beautiful skin, she must be blessed with wisdom.

  Not to mention, she is Shang Yu’s mother.

  If Shang Yu hates her, she will never use the honorific title all the time.

  While Ming Dailan does everything in its power to suppress and destroy, it must rely on Shang Yu’s guilt.

  The younger brother who was ‘handed’ by him was probably the beginning of their relationship collapse.

  Thousands of thoughts flashed through my mind, in fact, it was only a blink of an eye.

  (End of this chapter)