Chapter 1010: Men's Inferiority

Chapter 1010: Men's Inferiority

Yin Mo didn't care about Wei Ang's sizing up, and politely asked him to take him to find Li Qiao.

Who can refuse the beauty's request.

Wei Ang stretched out his hand forward, "Miss Yin, come with me."

After the two left, He Chen stood still, his handsome face covered with gloom like a cloud.

Does He Ao want to die? !

At this time, Luo Xi looked at He Chen with his arms crossed, and kicked the mouth ball at his feet, "When a man uses this kind of thing on a woman, it is either sexual hyperactivity or insufficiency, and it is also a manifestation of a pleasure-seeking mentality." .”

He Chen looked at Luo Xi with gloomy eyes, "Psychiatrists like to speculate on other people's psychology casually?"

Also fucking dysfunctional.

If he didn't look down on this shriveled woman, he wouldn't mind letting her taste his strength.

Luo Xi shrugged his shoulders, and kicked away the dirt-covered mouth ball contemptuously, "It's not speculating, but drawing conclusions based on facts."

As soon as the words fell, she and He Chen passed by.

As women, few people should be able to accept such treatment.

Even though He Chen looked very angry, his subordinates would behave like this, at least it proved that he had a habit of this.

On this day, He Chen not only died, but was also mistaken for misconduct.

In short, the kind of fucking mood that He Ao can't vent his anger even if he cuts him into pieces.

...

At the same time, when Wei Ang brought Yin Mo to the ward, he happened to see Li Qiao and Mo Jue sitting together.

The moment they opened the door and entered, they heard Mo Jue clapping his hands in surprise and saying, "Sister, you didn't even see it. The scene was exaggerated. It was a huge gift box tied to the roof of the car and transported away."

Yin Mo and Wei Ang: "..."

"Seven Cubs..."

Yin Mo called Li Qiao softly, with waves and a trace of indistinct grievance hidden in his eyes.

Wei Ang exited the ward silently, Mo Jue raised his eyes to see Yin Mo, and immediately yelled, "Sister, you are so beautiful."

Yin Mo forced a smile, "Thank you."

Li Qiao stood up to greet her, keenly aware that something was wrong with her, "What's wrong?"

Yin Mo tugged at the hem of the skirt with her fingers, lowered her eyes and shook her head, "It's nothing, will I disturb you here?"

"No." Li Qiao pulled her to the sofa and sat down, looking at her eyebrows and eyes slightly, "Brother Chen asked you to come?"

Yin Mo swallowed, "That's right."

She knew Qi Zai's condition was not good recently, and she didn't want to trouble her with her own affairs.

Yin Mo sat quietly for a while, then got up and said, "I'm going to the bathroom."

Li Qiao looked at her panicked back, frowned, and said nothing.

Everyone has their own stories and secrets, and now the only one who can affect her emotions is Shang Yu.

As for the matter of Yin Mo and He Chen, they can only hope for good luck.

Li Qiao withdrew her gaze and told Mo Jue, "I'll send you back to the manor later. You'll be living here for the time being. I can't accompany you. If you have anything, you can tell Liu Yun."

Mo Jue nodded obediently, "Okay~ Don't worry about me, I'll wait for you in the manor."

Li Qiao tidied up the crooked little felt hat for her, and said with gentle eyes: "Then you go back first, and you can call me if you are in a hurry."

"Yeah, then I'm leaving." Mo Jue put his arm around his small schoolbag, got up and walked out.

Opening the door, she looked back at Li Qiao again, with worry hidden in her eyes, "Sister, you have to be more open, don't be unhappy, everything will pass..."

Although Mo Jue has a detached personality, he is very good at observing words and expressions.

She clearly read a trace of sadness and slack from Li Qiao's expression and demeanor.

Her sister seems not as lively and willful as before.

...

Time flies, and a week has passed in the blink of an eye, and there are two days left before the full night of the fifteenth month of the first lunar month.

In the past few days, Li Qiao has been guarding Shang Yu every step of the way.

Luo Xi's psychotherapy has initially taken effect, the man's emotions have become controllable, and the conversation with Li Qiao is no longer depressed and dull.

He seems to have learned to open his heart to her, even if the results are not immediate, he will confide many things to Li Qiao frankly.

One day, Li Qiao received a call from the old house, she lazily responded a few words, and then lay on Shang Yu's chest to wake up.

The man had just finished his psychological counseling in the morning, and his three-dimensional outline was covered with a layer of fatigue.

He caressed the back of Li Qiao's neck, lowered his head and eyes tenderly, "Are you going back?"

"Well, Dad is looking for me." Li Qiao hadn't woken up from her afternoon nap, the corners of her eyes were reddish, and she looked very listless.

Shang Yu put his arms around her back, lowered his eyes slightly, and said with a thin smile in his voice, "Shall I accompany you back?"

Li Qiao opened her eyes abruptly, supported his chest with both hands and stood up, "I'll ask Luo Xi."

Shang Yu has been in the hospital for more than 20 days, and he is doing his best to cooperate with this treatment.

It's the fifteenth reunion night soon, maybe...you can go back and have a reunion dinner.

Before Li Qiao got out of bed, the man hooked her back into his arms, "Don't worry, I'll sleep again."

Li Qiao rubbed against Shang Yu's chest, "How about...you go with me?"

"Okay." The man answered kindly, causing Li Qiao's heart to throb heavily.

He seemed to be getting better, seemed... more gentle and considerate than before.

He became less domineering and learned to discuss and communicate with her.

Li Qiao's gaze rose inch by inch, and when she met the man's eyes, she leaned over and kissed his thin lips with a thought, "Let's go back to Nanyang when things are over."

They have no sense of belonging to each other in Parma, because Nanyang is where their story begins.

Shang Yu turned to the customer, and licked her lips with his mouth in his mouth, emotionally messed up, "Okay, I'll arrange it."

...

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Li Qiao and Shang Yu walked out of the building of the inpatient department hand in hand.

This was the first time a man walked out of the ward in more than 20 days. He changed out of his hospital clothes, and his black shirt and black trousers allowed him to return to his usual neat clothes.

Shang Yu lost weight, but he didn't look weak.

Li Qiao took his hand and walked down the steps, the shadows slantingly fell on the ground, reflecting each other, entangled and overlapped.

And a few meters behind them, Luo Xi and Luo Yu followed.

In less than half an hour, the group arrived at the old house.

Li Qiao and Shang Yu walked to the tea room side by side, while Luo Xi went to the fishing pond with a clear purpose. Luo Yu worried that she would get lost, so he followed her to introduce the scenery of the old house to her.

Luo Xi's shoulder-length short hair was blown up by the breeze, she stepped on the bluestone road with her head down, and asked softly: "Ming Dailan was sent to a nursing home, is that Li Qiao's intention?"

Luo Yu shook his head, and answered truthfully, "It was arranged by the Patriarch."

Luo Xi paused, looked at the fishing pond in the distance, and muttered in a low voice, "It really looks like his style."

Luo Yu looked sideways with a strange expression, "Doctor Luo knows the Patriarch very well?"

"No..." Luo Xi strolled forward, her voice became even weaker, "I just understand the bad nature of men."