Outright Favoritism

  Chapter 933 I love you

   Yin Mo unabashedly looked at his trembling legs, pursed his lips, and tentatively asked, "Would you like to help you go back?"

  He Chen squinted at her. He wanted to say no, but the body reacted faster than the brain. He directly raised an arm and said, "Come here!"

  Yin Mo folded back obediently. Before his hand touched He Chen's arm, he felt his eyes sway and his shoulders were instantly pressed.

  He Chen draped her shoulders, most of the weight was leaning on Yin Mo, with a frivolous sneer at the corner of his mouth, "Why don't you leave?"

   Yin Mo took a deep breath, grabbed his wrist from his shoulder, turned his head, and the tips of their noses could be rubbed against each other.

  He Chen's eyes were dim, and his eyes fell uncontrollably on her lips.

  Small diamond-shaped mouth, clear lip line, addictive just looking at it.

   Yin Mo quickly turned away from her face, and strode forward, "I'm so badly injured, do you want to go to the hospital?"

  He Chen breathed, staring at her gloomily, "What's in your mind?"

   Yin Mo was thinking about other things in his heart, and when he heard the sound, he subconsciously replied, "Brain."

  He Chen: "..."

  ……

  Upstairs, suite.

  Luoyu and Liuyun guarded the door. The two occasionally exchanged sights, seeming to have a brainwave communication.

  In the room, Shang Yu stretched his arms and leaned against the sofa, raising his head to reveal a sharp and clear Adam's apple.

  Li Qiao took out medical alcohol and iodophor from the medicine box, turned around and walked in front of the man, making a gesture to unbutton his shirt.

  Shang Yu raised his eyelids and slowly pressed her hand to her chest.

  Li Qiao looked at him, her eyes clear and indifferent, "What's the matter?"

  The man looked at her look at close range, his hot palm pressed against the back of her hand, "What did Dad say to you?"

  Any change in Li Qiao cannot escape Shang Yu's keen insight.

  What's more, he is a man with a keen mind.

  Li Qiao sat down on her side, her voice was very soft, but her eyes were sly, "He said, let you listen to me everything."

  Shang Yu's black eyes seemed to be bottomless, and there was a wave of waves shallowly, "He doesn't need to say this."

  "Do you listen?" Li Qiao raised her eyebrows. Even though she knew the answer for a long time, she still stared at the man slightly, waiting for his personal response.

  Shang Yu grabbed her fingers, leaned down and pressed her handsome face and sucked heavily on her lips, then pressed to the corner of her mouth, muttering in a dumb voice, "I listen to what you say."

  Li Qiao's heart was soft, and she rubbed against his forehead, "Dad also said that she should take medicine if she is not feeling well."

  The man rolling his Adam's apple suddenly stopped, as if hesitated, as if hesitated, in just a few seconds, it seemed that countless emotions passed between his eyebrows and eyes.

For a while, Li Qiao heard him compromise and say: "Okay, then take medicine."

  Li Qiao's expression turned away, and he leaned over and pecked him on the cheek, "Let go, I'll give you medicine."

  She smiled, regaining her unique agility and delicacy in front of him.

  Shang Yu's thin lips tightened and loosened, repeated several times, obviously he wanted to talk but stopped.

  Li Qiao was lowering her head and unbuttoning his shirt. Without the cover of clothing, she realized that the man was seriously injured.

  Not only the chest has bruises, but the abdominal muscles are more serious.

   Li Qiao’s eyes turned cold, and she touched it lightly with her fingertips. The muscles were still tight, but the bruise was very eye-catching.

   "Why fight?"

  Li Qiao took the medical alcohol and poured it into her hand. After rubbing the heat, she gently massaged his injured muscles.

  Shang Yu lowered his eyes to watch her movements, his thin lips hooked slightly, his voice entwined with a smile, "I'm free."

  "Did you leave your hand?" Li Qiao raised her eyes and looked at him. Thinking of the pain of He Chen's punching strength, ordinary people might not be able to get a punch.

  Shang Yu saw her look unfazed, touched her head and soothed: "No."

  Li Qiao's tight mouth loosened a little, "Does it hurt?"

   "It's kind of." The man seemed to be showing weakness, his handsome cheeks were covered with a thin smile, "Would you like to take medicine?"

  Li Qiao patted his abdominal muscles without a smile, "Why did you take the initiative to find medicine?"

  Shallowly tapped, but Shang Yu's throat overflowed with a muffled snort.

  Li Qiao stared at him, and quickly lowered her head, "Do you hurt you?"

  She didn't exert much effort.

  Shang Yu just looked at Li Qiao with nervous eyebrows. She still loves him, cares about him, and even loves him more than anyone else.

  This cognition clearly passed through my mind, and the chest was filled with indescribable throbbing and satisfaction.

  She has everything he wants.

  Shang Yu grabbed Li Qiao in his arms, pulled her wrist around her waist, bowed his head and whispered in her ear, "I love you."

  Li Qiao shuddered, a tingling sensation spread throughout the limbs and hundreds of skeletons, and her heartbeat speeded up vaguely.

  He said a lot of sweet words and said he loved her.

  But it was the first time to express his heart with the three words ‘I love you’ so bluntly.

  When he was in harmony, he often said love in her ear, but the impulse and stimulation of the senses would often cover the spiritual desire.

  What's more, they are connected with each other, and many words are tacit, because they have loved enough eagerly and deeply.

  However, no matter how mature Li Qiao is, she is only a 22-year-old girl, and her understanding and cognition of love comes from Shang Yu.

  She didn't expect this sentence, and she felt a little hypocritical.

  At this moment that can be heard personally, Li Qiao still has a sense of fulfillment in life.

  Li Qiao was silent in Shang Yu's arms for a long time. The temperature on his body became higher and higher, and even the frequency of his breathing became thick and long.

  The room is quiet, but it can't prevent the fermentation of certain emotions.

  Li Qiao’s fingertips are still hovering on his abdomen, and the even abdominal muscles feel very good, **** and powerful.

  Her hands continued to mess up, and the color of the man’s pupils became darker and darker.

  After a while, Li Qiao slipped off him.

  Shang Yu thought she would continue massaging his wounds, but found that Li Qiao's hand untied his belt.

   "Qiao Qiao..." The man's voice was so dumb that he wanted to stop it, but he didn't move.

  In terms of love affairs, he has always been dominant, and Li Qiao never refuses, and seldom takes the initiative too much.

  A moment like this.

  Li Qiao pursed the corner of her mouth and said nothing, untied his belt, and carefully observed his injury again.

  The air is filled with the smell of hormones.

  Li Qiao's action to untie the belt hadn't been completed yet, Shang Yu buckled her wrist and pulled the person up.

   Without waiting for her to speak, the man hugged her and walked to the bathroom.

  Although her footsteps were a little unstable, she could still be picked up. Li Qiao felt that...He Chen lost and was defeated miserably.

  After all, how can a man who can't stand still compare with Shang Yu who is holding her.

  Not long, the bathroom water sounded and the heat rose.

  The patter of water from the shower was mixed with a man's restrained and suppressed groan.

  Li Qiao is not too conservative, at best a bit jerky and embarrassed.

  Because he is Shang Yu, there is nothing wrong with him.

  　 Good night, ask for monthly ticket~

  (End of this chapter)