Outright Favoritism

   Chapter 868

  Bai Xiaohu put down the oxtail soup, pushed the dining car and walked straight out of the suite.

  He also saw that Sister K actually hugged and hugged Black Daddy, and had no sleep tonight.

  Suite, He Chen sits outside the balcony and smokes, Mochizuki and Liuyun lower their heads in the corner to reduce their presence.

  The floor-to-ceiling windows were half open, and Li Qiao glanced at He Chen with a smile.

  Shang Yu motioned to Li Qiao to sit down, then stepped on his long legs and naturally closed the French windows to block the smell of smoke.

  He Chen: "..."

  Li Qiao folded her legs, her waist was leaning on the armrest, she did not speak, her expression was very arrogant.

  Shang Yu handed Liuyun a line of sight, who consciously pulled Mochizuki to leave.

"and many more."

  The two paused, standing in the middle of the living room, nodding their heads in unison, "Madam."

  Li Qiao looked at them with the tail of her eyes, her eyes fell on Liuyun’s legs, and said quietly, “What did you see me hiding yesterday?”

   Liuyun, who was in the cab of a commercial vehicle, saw Li Qiao hurriedly retract his legs and hide back.

  If he didn't have so many small movements, it would really not arouse Li Qiao's suspicion.

   is obviously a guilty conscience.

   Liuyun lowered his head and cleared his throat, "conditioned reflex..."

  Li Qiao looked faintly shaking her toes, "If you don't hide, I really haven't noticed."

  Mochizuki looked at Liuyun along the way, and directly touched his leg with his knee.

  Shang Yu sat down with a deep waist, his deep eyes flicked over the flowing clouds, with no deep meaning.

understood.

Mrs.    This is the autumn queen who has settled accounts, and is the first to have him operated on.

   Liu Yun wanted to cry without tears and nodded in agreement, "Madam is really observant."

  Mochizuki worried about the innocent big fish, she said, Madam, my stomach hurts, so she turned around and fled.

  A smile appeared in Li Qiao’s eyes, her eyes fell back to the coffee table, and she said, "Drink soup."

Shang Yu didn't move, and gently rubbed her cheek with the back of his hand, "Is it done?"

  Li Qiao turned her face away without any discoloration, and hurriedly threw out the words, "Guess."

  She still doesn't know how much Shang Yu knows about the whole thing.

  Before everything is settled, Li Qiao didn't want to say too much.

  ……

  On the other side, Yin Mo returned to the room and saw that Ming Dailan was awake.

  She stood in front of the window, her hair topped in a mess, and her back showed an indescribable depression.

   Yin Mo pursed her lips, and whispered, "Madam, how are you?"

  Ming Dailan did not speak, and looked at the night sky silently. No one knew what she was thinking.

  Yin Mo cautiously walked over. Taking advantage of her height, she saw a pale paper cheek reflected in the glass.

  Ming Dailan remained silent, and Yin Mo couldn't figure out the true thoughts in her heart, so she could only accompany her quietly.

  I don’t know how long it has been, maybe a few minutes, maybe even shorter. Ming Dailan moved the corners of her mouth and said dumbly, "What just happened?"

   Yin Mo's eyes flickered, and he lowered his eyes to answer: "You are asleep, nothing happened."

  Ming Dailan’s eyes were dim and she lost all her vitality and demeanor. She closed her eyes, her voice did not fluctuate, "Send him away, the farther the better."

"Ok."

  At this moment, Ming Dailan turned around slowly, her eyebrows and eyes feeling depressed, "Go out, don't bother me until tomorrow morning."

   Yin Mo raised his eyebrows calmly, "Madam, you..." Don't think about it.

  Otherwise, the arrangement of Qizai was wasted.

  She never felt pitiful for Ming Dailan. Looking at what she has done in the Duke’s Mansion over the years, not to mention that she is guilty of death, she can definitely bear a sentence and deserve it.

  Ming Dailan seemed to know what she was going to say, and waved her hand weakly, "Get out."

   Yin Mo had no choice but to leave. The moment before closing the door, she paused for a few seconds, seeming to hear Ming Dailan's depressed sob.

  She closed the door indifferently, stood in the corridor thinking for a while, sent a text message to the bodyguard, and turned back to her room.

  The Duke’s Mansion did secretly issue an order to chase Landis this afternoon, but the news was intercepted by Li Qiao midway, and Yin Mo provided false clues, so Landis was able to avoid the group of bodyguards.

  ……

  The night is like thick ink, and the corridor is quiet.

  Yin Mo stepped out of the elevator and took out the door card without any haste.

  Her room is a general standard, the location is not good, and the musty smell of the carpet regaining moisture can be smelled all around.

  The orange light leaking in the corridor stretched Yin Mo's figure. She closed the door back and didn't plan to turn on the light, but she had a sudden stop after two steps.

"Who?"

  There are people in the room.

  Because in addition to the musty smell, there is also an unfamiliar tobacco smell.

  Yin Mo was fully guarded and stepped back vigilantly. Just as she stretched out her hand to turn on the light, her wrist was suddenly caught by the warm palm.

  She attacked with a backhand, but the other party pulled her wrist down and Yin Mo staggered forward and slammed directly into the man's arms.

  The familiar taste shocked her, but at the same time she couldn't help asking herself why she was familiar with his taste.

   "Baby, so passionate?"

  He Chen pulled her wrist to his waist, wrapped Yin Mo with his other hand, and deceived her against the wall.

  Yin Mo's scalp is numb, and the dim night can magnify the senses.

  She was pressed by He Chen, and the close contact made the two of them hug each other almost closely.

  Especially the breath of He Chen, spilling over Yin Mo's ears, making her upset and upset.

   "Let go." Yin Mo whispered coldly, and her over-intimacy aggravated her struggle.

  He Chen turned a deaf ear to her words, but tightened his arms to press her more closely in front of her arms, with a hint of warning in a frivolous tone, "If you want me to do you, you continue to twist."

   Yin Mo stopped moving.

  The kind of incompetence when facing He Chen once again came to my mind.

  In the shameless matter, He Chen called second, no one dared to be the first.

   Yin Mo stiffly pressed her back against the wall, trying to use such body language to express her resistance and resistance.

   "It's pretty good." He Chen looked down at Yin Mo in the dim night outside the window. I haven't seen him for a while, this woman is still so good-looking.

  He squeezed Yin Mo's cheek, his eyes fell on her lips, "Have you eaten?"

   Yin Mo looked up suspiciously, "Why..."

  The rest was blocked by He Chen.

  He is such an arbitrary man who never wronged himself.

  Tasted the taste of countless women, he still thinks Yin Mo is more agreeable.

  He Chen's kissing skills are very good, at least for Yin Mo, all the rejections can be automatically understood by him as wanting to reject or welcome.

  What's more, all Yin Mo's kissing experience comes from He Chen. It didn't take a moment for her to feel soft, and all her senses were ups and downs with He Chen's teasing.

  Until He Chen let go of her, Yin Mo realized that he didn't know when he was hugging his neck.

  She wanted to withdraw her hand, but was stopped by He Chen. He wiped off the water stains on Yin Mo’s lips, then bowed his head and kissed twice, "Go, accompany me for a supper."

  (End of this chapter)