Outright Favoritism

  Chapter 929 Shang Zonghai’s Suggestions

  Li San glanced at him, then raised his head towards the cabin door: "Get off the plane first."

  Finally, Yin Mo, wearing a wig and sunglasses, said flatly, "Qizai’s mouth is swollen."

  Everyone cast their sights one after another, and their complexions were stunned.

  It seems that it is not a quarrel, it may be a ‘fight.

  ……

  Apron.

  As soon as Li Qiao walked down the spiral staircase, she received a call from Su Moshi, "I really don't need me to pick you up?"

   "No need." Li Qiao raised her eyes to look at the convoy straight ahead, and whispered: "Someone is coming to pick it up."

  Su Moshi let out a sigh of relief, "Okay, then I will go back when you settle down."

   hung up the phone, and Wei Ang, who was waiting next to the motorcade, had also walked over, "Young Master, Young Lady. The owner is in the other courtyard, shall we go by now?"

  Shang Yu responded, no waves in his eyes.

  Wei Ang was shocked for a while, shivering by the man's stern expression.

  The young master is so indifferent.

  Not long, when everyone gets on the car and drives out of the customs, the inspection process is directly saved.

  The people behind the car thought that Tan Sri’s identity played a role.

  But Li Qiao knew well that the unimpeded flow here originated from Shang Zonghai.

  Myanmar, Li Qiao also left for three years.

  Returning again, there is no change in her mood.

  The street style and folk customs look no different from three years ago.

  The only person who accompanies her is no longer Myanmar’s partner.

  ……

  It takes just forty minutes to reach the hospital from Nay Pyi Airport.

  Li Qiao got out of the car and found that other vehicles in the convoy did not follow up, and even Liuyun and Luoyu were missing.

  Wei Ang single-handedly held the back seat door, and explained in a low voice: "Mr. has booked a hotel for everyone. The location of the courtyard should not be known to too many people."

  Li Qiao nodded clearly, noncommittal.

  Just now, the car drove into the gate, with a door lintel on the top, and intricate carvings.

  She has seen the kind of pattern, which is the same as the medal of the British emperor's title, which is used to distinguish the rank and title of the award.

  This other courtyard belongs to a certain Prince Dun.

  The highest level of honor in Myanmar, followed by Tan Sri.

  The title of Uncle Wu is Prince Wu Ludun.

  At this time, Li Qiao and Shang Yu walked side by side behind Wei Ang, and in front of the courtyard was a gray wall embedded with arches.

There is also a shadow wall inside the    door. The overall architectural style is completely different from that of Myanmar, even with some ancient charm.

  Passing through the screen wall is the second-story main house, with a bamboo forest on the left and a pavilion on the right.

   "This way, is it going well?"

  A gentle inquiry came from the left, Li Qiao and Shang Yu stopped, and they saw Shang Zonghai walking out of the bamboo forest in a light gray casual Tang suit.

   "Dad." Li Qiao and Shang Yu called out in unison, and she replied smoothly.

Shang Zonghai was holding a handful of weeds in his hand, and his eyes behind the lens fell on them. Within a few seconds, he threw the weeds into the trash can, took the towel from Wei Ang, and smiled while wiping his hands. Said: "It looks like it's not going well."

  Li Qiao pursed her lips and said nothing, while Shang Yu took her hand and walked straight towards the pavilion, "You are mistaken."

  Shang Zonghai slowly wiped the grass clippings from his hands, and looked at Wei Ang calmly, who shook his head like a monk Zhang Er.

  Anyway, he doesn't know what the Patriarch wants to ask, he shouldn't be wrong to shake his head.

  Shang Zonghai threw the towel into his arms, and then raised his foot to the opposite side.

  The three people took their seats, and the breeze blew into the pavilion, carrying the rustle of the bamboo forest.

  Shang Zonghai picked up the herbal tea on the table, opened the upside-down cup, poured the tea and pushed it in front of Shang Yu, "Burmese special herbal tea, go to the fire to reduce dryness, and taste it."

  The man raised his eyelids and looked directly at Shang Zonghai’s smiling cheek, without speaking or serving tea.

   Soon, Wei Ang came with a tray with fruits and tea on it.

  Shang Zonghai raised his head in Li Qiao’s direction and gestured, "Girl, eat some fruit."

  Li Qiao lowered his eyes and thanked him. Before reaching out, Shang Yu took the lead to fork a piece of guava and handed it to her mouth.

  The old God of Shang Zonghai was watching, his sharp eyes revealed a touch of depth.

  In just a few minutes, Shang Zonghai drank half a cup of tea. Following the message coming from his cell phone, he clicked and checked, "Wei Ang, you take Shaoyan to the old Wu's house."

  Old Wu...

  Li Qiao thought of Uncle Wu the first time.

  The prince Wu Lu, who was awed by the population, became the old Wu in the mouth of Shang Zonghai?

  Wei Ang responded, while Shang Yu wrinkled his eyebrows, "What are you going to do?"

  "Fetch something." Shang Zonghai responded to the message, then raised his eyes, "He has a good opinion of you. Since you are here, just drop by and make a face-to-face meeting. He is also your elder."

Shang Yu took a deep look at Shang Zonghai and touched Li Qiao's head when he got up, "Wait for me to come back."

  Li Qiao smiled and nodded, looking at his swift figure, waves loomed in her eyes.

  At this time, Shang Zonghai cast his gaze sideways, his expression increasingly showing the elder’s kindness and tolerance, “Girl, let’s talk about it, what’s the matter with you and Shaoyan?”

  Li Qiao tilted her head, and looked at each other for a moment with Shang Zonghai, then cast her eyes down and sighed, “I can’t hide anything from you.”

  In front of Shang Zonghai, the estrangement between her and Shang Yu is almost invisible.

Shang Zonghai gave a short laugh, took a sip of tea, and smiled intriguingly: "You are too cautious."

  Li Qiao pursed her lips, and her previous smile was replaced by a touch of melancholy.

   "Or..." Shang Zonghai put down his tea cup and fiddled with the Buddhist beads one by one, "like walking on thin ice."

The word    poke Li Qiao's heart.

  She pulled the corners of her eyes and was silent for a while, then asked in a low voice: "Dad...I don't know what to do."

   A slightly dull mutter, revealing Li Qiao’s powerlessness and helplessness.

  Shang Zonghai smiled, and looked at Li Qiao scorchingly.

  Since he met this girl, he had never seen her so tired.

  Even if Mu's past happened, it failed to arouse her too much emotional resonance.

  Shang Zonghai looked at Li Qiao’s red eyes, raised his hand and patted her shoulder, "Girl, come in with Dad."

  Li Qiao's voice was blocked, she got up and lowered her head to follow his footsteps.

  The study room of the main house is full of ink.

  Quiet and quiet environment and in front of trusted elders, it is easy for people to take off guard.

  Shang Zonghai said while grinding, "Is it because of Shaoyan's disease?"

  Li Qiao raised her head, bending her lips far-fetched, "You know?"

   "You." Shang Zonghai shook his head and laughed, "Except for Shaoyan's disease, I can't think of anything else that can make you helpless. There are no outsiders here, just say whatever you want to say."

  Li Qiao could easily see his care and generosity from Shang Zonghai's eyes, and just blurt out things that he couldn't speak to.

  For five minutes, Shang Zonghai listened attentively. He didn't interrupt, his eyes were as gentle as ever.

  After Li Qiao finished speaking, there was a trace of struggle under her eyes. She curled up her fingertips and said in a dumb voice: "Dad, you say...what should I do?"

  (End of this chapter)