Outright Favoritism

   Chapter 889 You continue, I can still wait

Is not it?

  A trace of doubt appeared in Li Qiao's eyes. At this moment, the door of a business car that had been waiting for a long time approached slowly.

  As the automatic door opened, He Chen was sitting in the carriage by the window.

  He held his forehead with one hand and raised his eyelids lazily, "You continue, I can wait."

  Li Qiao: "..."

  She raised her eyebrows and looked at Shang Yu, as if waiting for him to answer.

  The man bent his lips and brushed the falling snow from her shoulders, "I am really busy, helping Qiuhuan deal with some troubles in the south of the city."

  Autumn Huan...

  Li Qiao was stunned. It's no wonder that I haven't heard from him for so long, because it turned out to be in trouble.

  She glanced at the carriage again, and faintly saw a vague figure.

  At this time, He Chen changed his position with his coat, and looked outside the car in a chilly manner, "If you two plan to go back, I will close the door."

  I'm an old husband and wife, and they're still in love with each other, not greasy and crooked.

  Li Qiao looked at He Chen lightly, then lifted his foot to the car door.

   Seeing this, He Chen sighed with relief on the back of his chair, "I still understand..."

  "Boom—"

  He Chen didn't finish speaking, the automatic door was closed by Li Qiao with brute force.

  Qiu Huan, who was awkwardly asleep in the back seat, grunted twice, and fell asleep again.

  He Chen pulled out his ears, looked at the rearview mirror and looked at Liuyun, "Your wife's temper has changed."

  Outside the car, Li Qiao slammed the door and turned back to Shang Yu's side, holding his hand to continue walking along the road.

  The snowy night is not cold, and the street is quiet as if you can hear the sound of falling snow.

  Li Qiao was very interested, and took Shang Yu to stroll in the snow, "You already knew that there was something hidden in the past?"

   "It's not too early." The man looked sideways at Li Qiao's cheek buried in the scarf, "The first time you went to Feicheng."

  Li Qiao paused, her eyes flashed, "Oh..."

  Yes, with He Chen, there are many things that can't be kept from him.

  About ten minutes later, the snow fell and heavier, Li Qiao’s nose turned red, Shang Yu held her shoulders, and whispered: "Get in the car and go home, eh?"

"it is good."

  ...

   Back to the mansion, it was almost three o'clock in the middle of the night.

  Li Qiao fell asleep in the car. Qiu Huan was sent home by Liuyun. He Chen followed to the mansion, found a guest room familiarly, and fell asleep by herself.

  In the living room, Luoyu and Mochizuki were standing near the coffee table. The two occasionally exchanged sights, but none of them spoke.

  After a while, Shang Yu walked down the stairs, they simultaneously looked sideways, and nodded, "Boss."

  The man walked to the sofa and sat down, with his arms on the back of the chair, closing his eyes and stretching his shoulders, "Say."

  Luoyu took a step forward, "The news from the Global News Agency has been on the hot search. There is news from the British Emperor. If you want to withdraw, you may have to go through the approval of the second crown prince."

  Shang Yu raised the end of his eyes, his thin lips showed a sharp curve, "No need to withdraw for the time being."

  Falling rain flashed the gods, and gestured at Mochizuki, as if to say ‘here you are’.

   Mochizuki's throat was undulating, and his expression was slightly tangled. Three seconds later, he said solemnly: "Boss, I...I'm fine."

  Liuyu: "???"

  Shang Yu narrowed his cold eyes, staring at Mochizuki's pretentious calm expression, and said in a deep voice, "Go down."

   "Okay, boss."

   Mochizuki turned around and left, Luoyu bent over and hurriedly followed his footsteps.

   At the entrance, Luoyu grabbed Mochizuki's collar, his eyes were dangerous, "Are you kidding me?"

  If it hadn’t been for Mochizuki threatening to report something to the boss, she wouldn’t be running around in the middle of the night to report the incident of the British emperor.

Mochizuki's neck was strangled, and he pulled back twice with difficulty breathing, "Fuck, let go."

  Luo Yu raised his foot and kicked him, Mochizuki hurriedly flashed away, "I didn't play you, I just don't know how to tell the boss."

   "What the **** is going on?"

  Luoyu has a bad temper, except for being slightly gentle in front of Li Qiao, she is no different from a rough guy in normal times.

Mochizuki dodges her attack and sneered: "It's nothing big, it's that Hongke recently tracked down some of the movements of his wife. I originally wanted to report it to the boss, but later I thought about it... forget it."

  Liu Yu raised her eyebrows in time, "reason?"

Mochizuki tidyed up his collars, and the brothers held Luo Yu's shoulders nicely, "You are not nonsense. Madam is now the head of the family. I will report her affairs casually. It's not unpleasant."

  Luo Yu smiled, and patted Mochizuki twice, "You know the current affairs than chasing the wind."

  The current four assistants are afraid that only the chasing wind can't figure out the situation.

  Luoyu and Mochizuki walked away, talking and laughing between the two of them drifting away, and Shang Yu, who had not left in the living room, leaned his head on the sofa, and silently lifted his thin lips.

  ...

  At noon the next day.

  Li Qiao didn't get up until eleven o'clock in bed, washed her face, and swayed to the living room lazily.

   "I think Zong Lao San is reluctant to think about it, and I have no plans to come back in a short time."

  This is what Jin Rong said.

  He was standing in front of the French window looking at the snow-capped Nanyang Mountains outside, his eyes unblinking, like a hillbilly who had never seen the world.

  He Chen had an unlit cigarette in the corner of his mouth, his forehead was put on his forearm, his tone was frivolous, "Who makes him reluctant to miss Shu? Silo?"

   "Right." Jin Rong leaned against the glass, "I thought Zong Lao San likes innocent girls, he likes mature and older ones for a long time."

  Siluo is old?

  Li Qiao raised her eyelids, and came to the sofa to sit down unhurriedly, "Did you see Shi Luo?"

  Jin Rong suddenly heard Li Qiao’s voice, and turned around and asked warmly like a kind old father, “Wake up? The kitchen is warming up the meal, and go take a bite.”

  He Chen stared at Jin Rong with difficulty, too lazy to talk and watch.

Both    and Feicheng Baiyan have a deadly virtue, and they both use Li Qiao as their daughter's pet, just as if they can't give birth.

  Li Qiaoyu pulled the corner of her eye and asked sadly, "Where is Shaoyan?"

  Jin Rong raised his chin out of the window, "I heard that a thief was caught. It is estimated to be tortured."

  Li Qiao: "..."

  She followed Jin Rong’s gaze, not believing his explanation at all.

  Nanyang Mansion, will enter the thieves?

  At this moment, He Chen's phone rang.

  He took a look, raised his eyebrows and teased, "Why, it's too snowy to come back?"

  Obviously, the person who called was Shang Yu.

  Don't know what he said, He Chen narrowed his eyes, put down his long legs and got up and walked out, "Here."

  Li Qiao and Jin Rong looked at each other without saying much, and followed them out of the living room in unison.

  Under the porch, Jin Rong thought of something. Looking back, she saw Li Qiao wearing a simple sweater and trousers, with cotton slippers on her feet.

  He frowned and pointed to the ground, "Don't come out, wait here."

  Li Qiao looked ahead and passed by him quietly.

  Jin Rong cursed in a low voice, picked up the cotton boots on the shoe cabinet, carried another overcoat, and ran behind Li Qiao and said, "Qiqi, put on clothes and change shoes."

  (End of this chapter)