Outright Favoritism

Chapter 73 Nanyang Mansion

Shang Yu raised his finger and gently wiped off the rain splashed by the edge of the umbrella at the corner of her eye, and said hoarsely, "In the mourning hall."

It turned out... I recognized her so early, even if she was still wearing a mask.

Li Qiao lowered her eyelids and raised the corners of her lips. His eyes fell on the fingers of his umbrella, and she joked softly, "Well, I thought you didn't see me."

"Tired?" At this time, Shang Yu rubbed her hair and looked at Li Qiao's lightly trembling eyelashes and tired cheeks. With a move of his heart, his palm slid to the back of her neck with moderate strength. Squeezed twice.

Li Qiao's body became stiff due to his actions, and her warm and dry palms pressed against the back of her neck and rubbed lightly, gathering almost all of her senses in one place, and the intense throbbing spread from her heart to her whole body.

She curled her eyebrows, suppressed the fast heartbeat, and nodded truthfully, "Well, a little tired."

Shang Yu raised his thin lips, his broad palms fell on her shoulders and gently leaned the umbrella, "Go, take you to rest."

As the two left the other courtyard, Jiu Gong, who had just returned to the living room, also happened to see a scene where they were slightly intimate.

...

Ten minutes later, Li Qiao looked at the Nanyang Mansion, which was getting closer and closer outside the car, her gaze fell slightly on Shang Yu, "Yan Ye usually lives here?"

The man's thin lips were slightly sideways, "Well, clean."

In fact, she had heard people discuss Nanyang Mansion a long time ago. It is rumored that outsiders are prohibited from entering the mansion within a radius of ten miles, but she did not expect that Shang Yu would bring her here today.

Not long after, the two took the elevator in the underground garage and entered the door.

Li Qiao looked roughly at the layout of the mansion, the cool gray-black ascetic style, the unique decoration and the exquisite craftsmanship.

He seems to have a soft spot for black.

In the living room, Li Qiao was nestled on the sofa, while Shang Yu stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, lit a cigarette, turned around, and asked, "When did you start to be an enchanter?"

Li Qiao picked up a leather pillow and raised her eyebrows, "Strictly speaking, I am not an enchanter, at most I am the teacher's student and assistant."

Shang Yu walked near the sofa with cigarettes, leaned over and flicked the ashes, looking at her sideways, "Wound suture technique is from Jiu Gongxue?"

Hearing this, Li Qiao flashed her mind, her eyes were smiling, "Forget it, there is indeed the teacher's credit."

Coincidentally, when the words fell, Liu Yun's figure appeared in the living room and heard Li Qiao's words truly.

So, his wound was stitched up by Miss Li, who claims to be the assistant of the enchanter?

Liu Yun quietly covered his left arm: "..."

At this time, hearing the sound of footsteps, Li Qiao and Shang Yu turned their eyes at the same time.

There was a strange silence flowing in the living room, and Liu Yun cleared his throat and nodded, "Boss, the room is ready."

Shang Yu took the seat, brought the cigarette to his lips, looked at Li Qiao and said, "Go take a bath first, and come down to eat later."

Li Qiao answered, got up and followed Liuyun and left the living room.

On the way, she paced forward without hurries, pondered for a moment, and asked: "Liuyun, how did the young man who was buried died?"

Liu Yun paused and looked at Li Qiao suspiciously, "The boss didn't tell Miss Li?"

Li Qiaoman shook her head carelessly, "I didn't ask him, you can tell me."

Upon hearing this, Liu Yun thought, without concealing it, he asked bluntly: "Ms. Li still remember the man I met in the Bi-Se garden before?"

After Liu Yun's reminder, Li Qiao remembered the scene when she saw Shang Yu for the first time. She squinted her eyes, "The one who kneeled on the ground begging for mercy?"

"Yes, he was the one who killed Qingyu!" When talking about this person, Liu Yun's voice became tense and full of hatred.

　Four more.

(End of this chapter)