Outright Favoritism

   Chapter 919 Are you here to provoke discord?

  Lounge room, Shang Yu seated sideways, dark eyes covered with dim light.

  He didn't say a word, so he looked at Li Qiao.

  The atmosphere became depressed and heavy, and the man slowly closed his eyes, as if he was precipitating emotions.

  Li Qiao leaned on the sofa, turned on the phone and saw many missed calls and messages.

  She sighed sadly, staring at Shang Yu's profile, and faintly said, "I was a little sleepy just now, so I fell asleep."

  This is not a perfect explanation, after all, her mobile phone never leaves her body.

  He couldn't find her, he must have been anxious and angry again.

  Li Qiao felt helpless and faintly tired, both for him and herself.

  Shangyu is too sensitive and the typical characteristic of insecurities is to worry about pessimism.

  He will habitually produce negative negative emotions, which is not to blame him.

  But again and again, she was inevitably tired.

Regardless of right or wrong, Li Qiao just doesn't know what else to do to give him a sense of security.

  Unless he is cured of his stubborn illness.

  There is no special medicine for mental illness, and emotion, cognition, and behavior cannot be determined whether it is the manifestation of the illness or the manifestation of his own will.

  Li Qiao lowered his eyelids, suppressed his messy emotions, and bumped his arm with a bent arm, "Why don't you speak?"

  At this moment, Shang Yu leaned back against the back of the chair, his tight silhouette did not relax at all, "Are you tired?"

  "Not tired." The tacit understanding formed for a long time made Li Qiao subconsciously follow his words and say, "It's better to have a good night's sleep."

  The man's eyes are dark, dim and dull.

  He tilted his head to look at Li Qiao’s weary and pale cheeks, some of the reasons were self-evident.

  Shang Yu did not speak for a long time. He pressed his lips several times and then tightened and loosened them. That sentence lingered on his lips, but he did not have the confidence to ask.

  Li Qiao, are you tired? Will it be tiring to be with me?

  He didn't know that his overly sensitive mind would not only anger other people, even Li Qiao, who he cared most, was not immune.

  But...the heart is uncontrollable.

Shang Yu closed his eyes and reached out to touch the corner of Li Qiao's white mouth, "Go home, eh?"

  Li Qiao stared at his eyebrows, full of heavy depression that made her heart palpitations.

   Her heart was stung, Li Qiao stood up and put herself in his arms, "You take me away."

  No matter how tired and helpless, facing such a business depression, she still compromised in addition to compromise.

  The man's strong arms encircled Li Qiao, bowed his head and kissed her on the top of her head, hugged her horizontally, and went straight to the backyard parking lot.

  ……

  On the other side, Shen Qingye was still pulling Yin Mo in the office to complain.

   Complaints such as why you hung up on my phone, or don’t you want to meet me.

  He Chen stood in front of the window with his back on his back, with a cigarette in his hand, his brows were handsome and stern.

  Yin Mo's denial voice came slowly in his ears, but none of them made waves in his eyes.

  He Chen faintly felt that Shaoyan's illness was getting worse.

  In just five minutes, he was almost furious without finding Li Qiao, if...

  He Chen frowned and stopped thinking deeply.

  Only hope is placed on Li Qiao, I hope she will always be safe and successful.

  But there is a word called Murphy's law.

  "Knocking——"

  The knock outside the door interrupted He Chen's thoughts.

  The silly brother He Ao came in and reported in a low voice: "Brother, Ye Ye took Miss Li and left."

  He Chen frowned slightly, "Already gone?"

  He Ao nodded, did not dare to speak too much, glanced at Shen Qingye vigilantly, and closed the door silently.

  Sure enough, every time the person who came to smash the place was related to Miss Li.

  It's **** amazing.

  At half past nine in the night, He Chen personally sent Shen Qingye and others back to the mansion.

  Getting out of the car, Shen Qingye called the Egret back, glanced at He Chen's back with a pretentious look, and muttered in a low voice, "Have all the chips changed?"

  Egret pursed her lips with difficulty, "No."

  Not only did he not exchange it back, but Mr. Shen's principal was confiscated.

  Shen Qingye listened to Bailu's reply, pressed his empty pockets with both hands, gritted his teeth, "I won by my skill, he is embarrassed to confiscate it?"

  Egret turned back and nodded, "Brother Chen said, if you are not satisfied, you can file a complaint with Mr. Shen."

  Shen Qingye: "..."

  ……

Not long after, He Chen found Li Qiao in the underground laboratory.

   The rain was waiting outside the door, and when he saw him, he leaned quickly, "Brother Chen."

  He Chen hung his coat over his arms, slowed down and glanced at the glass room, "Is Shao Yan?"

  "The boss is in the study, if Brother Chen..."

  Wait for the rain to finish, He Chen waved his hand, "Go up."

  Luoyu did as he said, and when he walked into the elevator, his eyes showed a little dignity.

  The boss and his wife seem to be awkward.

  Although he did not quarrel, Luo Yu always felt that something was wrong with them.

   Back to the mansion, one of them went to the study and the other to the laboratory, as if they were deliberately avoiding each other.

  Luoyu knows nothing about love, and secretly speculates that this may be the spice and taste of marriage.

  Laboratory, Li Qiao heard He Chen's voice, averted her melancholy expression, and looked up at the door.

  He Chen returned his hand to lock the glass door, dragged a swivel chair to sit down, and put his coat aside, "How about Shaoyan?"

  At this time, Li Qiao's legs crossed, and she looked down at her toes, "It's okay."

  "Didn't you quarrel?" He Chen leaned against the back of the chair with a golden sword, looking at her expression with his narrow eyes.

  Li Qiao's eyes were faint, "As for the noisy?"

  A chain reaction caused by a small incident is nothing more than a rise to the level of a quarrel.

Besides, Li Qiao couldn't bear to quarrel with Shang Yu.

  He Chen rubbed the short hair on his forehead behind his head, and his lips curled up with a smirk, "I hope you two have a fight, at least not in your heart."

  Li Qiao was silent, her face was calm and cool.

  "Wronged?" He Chen elbows the corner of the table, raised his eyelids, and continued: "You should be wronged."

  Li Qiao raised his eyebrows, "Are you here to provoke the discord?"

  He Chen supported his forehead and chuckled softly, "I still protect it like this, it seems it's fine."

  Li Qiao pouted, "It's just oolong."

  "Do you know, if Shaoyan can't find you in the casino tonight, what will he do?"

  Li Qiao's eyes flashed, and there was a little more melancholy between her eyebrows, "I didn't find it in the end."

  He Chen’s Adam’s apple rolled, and he was addicted to cigarettes.

  He raised his eyes and saw the sour plum box on the corner of the table. He caught a piece of it when he caught it. "Li Qiao, have you ever thought of curing his disease?"

   "Think about it." Li Qiao raised her eyes, her tone lowered a few times, "But it's not easy."

  He Chen was silent for a moment with the sour plum slices, and pierced her hesitation sharply, "You are reluctant to give him medicine, and you don't want him to know that you are studying his disease."

  Li Qiao glanced at him with his forehead, "Brother Chen is really aware of the details."

  (End of this chapter)