Outright Favoritism

   Chapter 609 Qiao Qiao, don't lie to me

  Li Qiao lowered her head and fiddled with her nails, and replied insincerely: "Ms. Xiao is right. If she can be as feminine and soft as you, maybe she won't leave any trouble."

  Li Qiao replied to Ming Dailan with the same pun.

  For a time, the wind is surging.

Ming Dailan smiled softly with her index finger covering her lips, her curved beautiful eyes filled with appreciation, and she looked at Li Qiao and nodded: "Little girl, you are a bit wise and have a good mind. But I am puzzled, why should I choose him? , Aren’t you afraid that in the dead of night, he will take a butcher knife and kill you?"

  Look, as a mother, Ming Dailan stood upright in front of her bodyguard and Li Qiao, trying to slander her son as much as possible.

  The indoctrination of the past, no matter how strong the psychology is, it can hardly escape distortion.

  At this time, Li Qiao's eyes were shallowly falling on Shang Yu's body. With a smile on her face, she raised her eyelids and looked at Ming Dailan, and asked indifferently: "How did Mrs. Xiao know that he wouldn't... put down the butcher knife for me?"

   Put down the four words butcher knife, throwing the ground with a sound, magnificent momentum.

  Li Qiao never knew how to give Shang Yu a sense of security and dependence.

  But now, she understands.

  If he picks up the butcher knife, she will accompany him into the devil.

  If he puts down the butcher knife, she will accompany him to become a Buddha.

  Even though Ming Dailan is good at attacking her mind, Li Qiao's words really made her lose her mind for a moment.

The courtesy smirk on her face was finally restrained, and she looked at Li Qiao sincerely and said: "Little girl, it is good to be confident, but as an elder, I still advise you not to believe too much in what men call. Promise. I think he must have never told you how he killed his brother, right?"

  Unable to attack the heart, improve the temptation?

  Li Qiao brushed her eyebrows with her fingertips, and asked with a puzzled face, "Why tell me how important his brother died?"

"Isn't it important?!" Ming Dailan raised her tone slightly, her eyes shot at Shang Yu, "He was cruel, cruel and vicious at the age of sixteen. A child of a few months was killed by him. Do you think...no, important?"

  Even if Li Qiao was mentally prepared, after all, she was touched by Ming Dailan’s words.

  A few months old...

  Li Qiao rolled her throat, settled all the ups and downs of emotions, and looked at Ming Dailan calmly, "It's really not important, because I don't believe it."

   "Heh, deceive yourself and others." Ming Dailan smiled, and sneered with a contempt and disappointment, covering her lips, "You two are really the same."

  After the laughter, she slowly stood up, only then did Li Qiao realize that she was tall, at least over 1.7 meters.

  The slender and slender figure has a very outstanding temperament. At this age, it can still be called a slender body.

  Ming Dailan was together, and the bodyguards immediately supported him from side to side. She took a deep look at Li Qiao, walked around the coffee table and walked outside.

  When her figure was about to disappear in the living room, Li Qiao looked ahead and said in a light tone: "Mrs. Xiao, are you really happy to hurt your son so much?"

  Ming Dailan's figure paused, and the corners of her lips raised a contemptuous smile, "Little girl, I hope you don't have a chance to see... the scene where he killed your close relative.

  Li Qiao half-closed her eyelids, her complex emotions are beyond words, even she can feel strong depression in the face of Ming Dailan, how did Shang Yu come over these years.

  Since she appeared, he hasn’t said a word.

   Maintained a rigid sitting posture, even the frequency of blinking is almost invisible.

  Li Qiao couldn't help wondering whether her return from this trip would aggravate his condition?

  The quiet mansion, only the fading engine sound reminded them that Ming Dailan had left.

  Li Qiao had a lot of doubts in her heart and wanted to ask him, but she was strangely silent.

  Until——

  The sound of the lighter rang back her attention.

  Li Qiao looked up, the man was lighting a cigarette.

  But his hand was shaking so slightly that he couldn't catch fire after pressing it several times.

   Li Qiao walked over with a sigh, took the lighter from his hand, pressed it, and the flame popped out.

  She guarded the flame and sent it to the man, looking at his eyebrows blocked by the broken hair from top to bottom.

  Shang Yu held the cigarette, lowered his head slightly, and took a bite while biting his cigarette holder.

  The mist spread, blurring his gloomy expression.

  Li Qiao put down the lighter, and just turned around to sit down, but was caught by her wrist.

  Shang Yu held the cigarette in one hand, and held her with the other hand, sliding her apple a few times, and asked her dumbly, "Would you like to go?"

When    asked this sentence, he didn't even look at her.

  Li Qiao’s heart seemed to be suddenly buried in a needle, painful.

  Even if he didn't look up, she could still read a bit of bitterness that she had never felt before from this sentence.

  He is the overlord of Nanyang, and the word bitterness is not related to him.

  Li Qiao pursed her mouth, inexplicably pantothenic in her eyes, and could not speak for a while because she would choke.

  Just a few seconds of silence, Shang Yu's hand gradually loosened her wrist, and his tight thin lips also pulled out a faint smile, "I will send you."

  If Li Qiao wants to leave tonight, he will never stop him.

  The man got up and walked out with a cigarette.

  Li Qiao stared at his still upright back, pulling his lips and asking in a low voice, "Where are you going to send me?"

  Shang Yu stepped abruptly, his fingers holding the cigarette tightly together. He did not turn his head, the line of his jaw moved, "Don't you go?"

  "Where are you going? Are you going to push me?!" Li Qiao asked back, clear and natural.

The words    are enough to make Shang Yu understand that she has no plans to leave, she wants to stay.

  The man's breathing became heavy and heavy, and the undulating arc of his chest revealed his anxiety.

  He even thought it was ridiculous, she heard those stories with her own ears, how could she accept him from the end?

  How many times I have been hiding from the sky, it is nothing more than not wanting her to meet Mrs. Xiao.

  He can't even face the past, can she really face it without burden?

Shang Yu never looked back, Li Qiao licked the corner of her mouth, walked forward, and took away the burning cigarette **** from his hand, "Why are you standing? Come and sit."

  As she spoke, she took his hand and walked back, before taking a half step, Li Qiao was pulled back by a huge pulling force.

  The cigarette **** in her hand fell off, and her forehead hit the man's chest.

  Li Qiao snorted slightly, stabilized her figure, looked up, startled.

  Shang Yu’s eyes were very red, and all kinds of emotions were mixed in them, no longer deep, revealing everything.

  He put his fingers on her cheeks, his eyes were crazy and paranoid possessive, "If you don't leave tonight, there will be no chance again."

  Li Qiao nodded her head, and replied lightly, "Well, I see, don’t go."

  This sentence, unlike a promise, defeated all Shang Yu's forbearance. He held Li Qiao's head with a hoarse voice, "Qiao Qiao, don't lie to me."

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  (End of this chapter)