Outright Favoritism

   Chapter 859

  At noon, Li Qiao stayed at the company to dine with Shang Yu.

   is still the meal sent by Crystal Court according to the recipe given by Li Qiao.

  "Go for an individual check in a few days. By the way, see if the white blood cells have returned to normal." Li Qiao said slowly while watching the oxtail soup on the table.

Shang Yu swallowed the food gracefully, pursed his lips, turned his face to look at her, "What day?"

  Li Qiao's expression changed subtly, but it was fleeting, "I will arrange...I will tell you."

  Weird.

  Shang Yu usually seldom asks for details, usually he unconditionally agrees to whatever she says.

this time……

  Li Qiao turned her eyes with a spoon in her eyes. In her vision, Shang Yu was calmly picking up vegetables for her, without showing any clues, as if she was just asking casually.

  The man raised his thick eyebrows lightly, his deep eyes concealed the inevitable emotion, "Why look at me like this?"

  Li Qiao shook her head without talking.

  Shang Yu's eyes are too focused and deep, making everything invisible.

  Li Qiao suspected that she had exposed herself, but there was no evidence.

  ……

  Probably it was a loss. Li Qiao stayed at Yanhuang's headquarters all day.

  Just after one o'clock in the afternoon, she was a little sleepy, lying on the armrest of the sofa, half of her face was buried in her arms, and she fell asleep after a while.

  Only the sound of air conditioning can be heard in a quiet office.

  Shang Yu raised his eyelids and looked at the corner of the sofa as deep as Haiti, not knowing what he was thinking.

  The phone on the boss desk vibrated, and he picked it up and walked out of the office.

  Next door, the man picked up the phone, and He Chen said in a frivolous voice in his ear: "Are you busy?"

   "What's the matter?" Shang Yu walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, with one hand in his pocket, overlooking the busy streets.

  He Chen smiled and started talking directly, "See you tonight?"

  The man squinted his eyes, his voice is as thick as ever, "Yes."

   "Eight o'clock, Portuguese silver."

  The two brothers hung up, and He Chen sent another WeChat message, "Come by yourself."

  ……

  On the other side, Ming Dailan will leave home in two days.

  No matter what she thinks in her heart, as a duchess over the years, helping to maintain personal connections has become a daily routine for her.

  Andrew is about to run for the next speaker. If the election is successful, then the Andrew family will control the entire House of Commons, and its identity will surely increase.

  At this time, Ming Dailan was sitting on the palace chair, watching Yin Ma packing her luggage, her expression was indifferent.

   "Madam, can you see if I have left anything?"

  Yin's mother, as the old servant of the family, has been serving since Ming Dailan moved to the Duke’s Mansion.

   Ming Dailan recovered, and shook her head gently, "No, very good."

  Yin's mother is not a talkative person on weekdays, even if she sees that she has something on her mind, she will not talk too much.

  At this time, Ming Dailan took the lead in speaking, “When I’m away in a few days, if there is something big or small at home, remember to send me a message.”

  Yin's mother stood up slightly restrained, nodding her head in surprise, "Okay, ma'am."

  Obviously, this kind of thing seems to be commonplace to Yin's mother.

  Ming Dailan looked at her simple and honest smile, pulled the corners of her mouth, and asked unintentionally, "What has Xiaoyan been doing these days?"

"Second son seems to be very busy. In the last few days, he has left early and returned late." Yin's mother's answer was quite satisfactory. After thinking about it, she added: "I heard from my old Yin that that day, the second son might want to stay in the British emperor and not return. Nanyang."

   Ming Dailan has no expression, "Where is Ahui?"

  Yin’s mother hurriedly glanced, and then quickly lowered her head, “Madam, I’m not sure about the grandson’s matter.”

  Ming Dailan pursed her lips. Although she did not show any discomfort, the gentleness between her eyebrows and eyes faded a lot. “Send him some afternoon tea when you have time. Ahui’s wedding is coming soon. You can take care of him.”

   "It will be, madam, don't worry."

  Ming Dailan rubbed her temples and sighed softly, "Go down."

  Yin’s mother stepped back out of the door and stood in the corridor. She looked back at the closed door, shook her head, and hurriedly left the second floor.

Mrs.    has been in the Duke’s Mansion for so many years, how can she cook and make medicinal cakes herself.

  In fact, the afternoon tea given to the eldest son was made by the chef.

  Yin’s mother is a servant, so it’s no surprise to watch too much.

  This family seems to be respectful brothers and friends, husband and wife are harmonious, but in fact, the undercurrent is very surging.

  ……

  The next day, Li Yan appeared in the Nanyang Mansion for an unprecedented time.

  As soon as Luoyu saw him, he subconsciously patrolled behind him.

  Miss Mo didn’t come?

  Li Yan raised his chest and stood upright. Wearing a royal blue coat, Li Yan stood upright at the door of the mansion, "Excuse me...is the pretty girl here?"

  Falling rain: "?"

  You do not recognize me or amnesia?

  The words are really interesting, please ask.

  Luo Yu stepped to the side with concentration, "You come with me."

  Li Yan nodded politely, "Trouble."

  Luo Yu blinked, always feeling that the second master of the Li family was extraordinarily restrained today.

With a suspicious mood, Luo Yu led Li Yan into the living room.

  At the same time, Li Qiao also swayed down the stairs unhurriedly.

  She seems to have just finished taking a shower, her hair is half-dry, her delicate cheeks are slightly reddish, and she looks pretty good.

  Li Yanchu was in the middle of the ground, looking at the row of leather sofas that cost over a million dollars, turning his head and looking at the art paintings on the wall, a little bit awkward.

   "Second brother." Li Qiao scratched her hair, followed Li Yan's gaze, raised her eyebrows clearly, "If you like it, take it away."

  Li Yan's Adam's apple rolled, and waved his hand with a smile, "No, I'll take a look."

Is he crazy? This is Shang Shaoyan's site, Nanyang Mansion.

  Even if he gave him a hundred Mojue, he would not dare to take a single woolen thread here.

  Li Qiao was amused in her heart, found an excuse to ward off the rain, and then took Li Yan to the underground laboratory.

  The relatively quiet laboratory, without the patrolling bodyguards that can be seen everywhere outside the door, Li Yan's restrained state suddenly relaxed a lot.

  It's not that he has never seen the world. The main reason is that the Nanyang Mansion is heavily guarded. There are bodyguards with guns everywhere. Li Yan feels like he has broken into the nest of a certain gangster.

  Li Qiao pushed the chair in front of Li Yan with her knees, picked up the small scalpel on the table and fiddled with it, "Done?"

  Li Yan looked around and said triumphantly after hearing the sound: “That must be done. I dare not say anything else. Given your brother’s influence in the art world, it’s easy to get a few famous European paintings.”

  Li Qiao dropped the scalpel, staring at a certain place slightly in surprise.

For a long time, she stretched her eyebrows and looked at Li Yan again, "How about painting?"

   "I put it in the storage room." Li Yan put his cheeks casually, "When do you want it, I will bring it to you?"

  Li Qiao's eyes lit up, her smile deepened, "No, I will arrange for someone to get it this afternoon."

  (End of this chapter)