Chapter 1025: Pretty Mansion

Chapter 1025: Pretty Mansion

At nine o'clock at night, in the townhouse area around the island two streets away from Li's villa, a motorcade slowly drove up.

A European-style fountain pool stands at the entrance of the villa, surrounded by colorful night lights, which are gorgeous and colorful.

Not long after, the motorcade stopped near the fountain, Shang Yu led Li Qiao out of the car, the lights fell on each other's faces, and the outline became more and more three-dimensional.

Li Qiao looked around, sniffing the fragrance of green grass in the air, and noticed a huge boulder covered with red silk next to her in a flash from the corner of her eye.

Shang Yu put one hand into the pocket, with a tall and straight posture, he brushed Li Qiao's cheek with his index finger, and said in a deep voice, "Don't you want to open it?"

Li Qiao guessed something and found it incredible.

This area of ​​villas around the island is located near the business district in the city center, and it is not an exaggeration to say that every inch of land is expensive.

She had heard a long time ago that a top wealthy district was going to be built here, but there was no progress for a long time.

Shang Yu brought her here, maybe he bought her a villa here as a gift?

Li Qiao looked at the man with a smile, then let go of his hand, and walked towards the boulder covered with red silk, "When was this place built? Which one did you buy?"

Zhuifeng and Mochiyue, who were hiding in the grass in the distance, looked at each other, and couldn't help but shed bitter tears for each other.

Madame loves to joke.

While speaking, Li Qiao was already standing in front of the boulder that was taller than her. She looked back at the man standing in the light again, pursed her lips, and lifted the red silk with her hands.

Three characters are engraved on the boulder.

Qiao Mansion

Li Qiao was stunned.

It's not Huandao Villa, or other meaningful names, but Qiao Mansion.

It belongs to her mansion.

Li Qiao looked at the three words painted with gold paint without blinking, her heart was boiling hot.

Suddenly, there was warmth behind her, Shang Yu embraced her from behind, and warm breath came from behind her ears, "Happy birthday."

Li Qiao let go of her fingers, and the red silk fluttered to the ground.

She rolled her throat, her voice hoarse, "When did you prepare?"

The man was silent for a few seconds, his jaw close to her cheek, "The night I left from the isolated island."

Li Qiao took a deep breath, turned around from his arms, raised her head and looked at each other, "Why?"

Shang Yu lowered his eyes slightly, and wrapped his arms around her waist, his gaze was extraordinarily gentle, "There are seven villas in the mansion, five minutes' drive to Li's house, and I will live here with you in the future, and you can do whatever you want with whomever you want."

He gave her plenty of space and freedom to do whatever she wanted in her pretty mansion.

Li Qiao, who values ​​love and righteousness, cannot be restrained by him.

Qiao Mansion is his sincerity and promise to her.

Li Qiao's vision was a bit blurred, she turned her face away and said in a hoarse voice, "Where do we live?"

"You choose." Shang Yu's palm landed on her protruding pregnant belly impartially, and gestured towards the place behind where there was no light: "There is another building behind for him."

The implication is that there is one villa for the little cub, and seven for his beautiful mother.

The moment the words came to an end, Li Qiao let out a low voice, and she suddenly raised her eyes to look at Shang Yu with surprise in her eyes, "Did you feel it?"

The little cub moved again.

Shang Yu's Adam's apple slipped, feeling the aftertaste of the light beating under his palm, and raised his thin lips intriguingly, "Does he...don't like it?"

Li Qiao covered the back of the man's hand with her hand, and couldn't help butting out her pregnant belly, "Then let him choose when he grows up."

Shang Yu raised his eyebrows quietly and narrowed his eyes, "If you don't like it, leave the Nanyang Mansion to him."

Li Qiao's belly was kicked again.

The couple's eyes met, and they agreed very tacitly that the little cub wanted Nanyang Mansion.

...

In less than an hour, Li Qiao and Shang Yu finished visiting the building of Qiao Mansion, and they were ready to go back to the mansion.

This place has just been built, even if top-level environmentally friendly and formaldehyde-free materials are used, Shang Yu is not at ease. After discussing with Li Qiao, he plans to move in after the wedding.

After the convoy left, Zhuifeng and Wangyue limped out of the grass.

No injury, just a numb leg.

Zhuifeng still wore a red safety helmet on his head, looked at his contractor's attire, and sighed, "Let's go, Master Xiaoyan's house is not finished yet, there are still two and a half months left, and it is estimated that it will be completed."

God knows how much financial and material resources the Yanhuang Group has spent in order to win this piece of land and build a villa.

Including the bodyguards of the mansion, they were all pulled over to carry bricks and cement, which is a damn multipurpose job.

Mochizuki squinted at the open space behind, thought about it, and remembered something, "Did the boss ask us to build another training hall?"

"It seems to be." Zhuifeng took off the helmet on his head and patted it twice, "And...the training equipment must be the smallest size."

After all, the two looked at each other with deep sympathy in their eyes.

Got it, the training hall is for Lord Xiao Yan.

Mochizuki silently gave a thumbs up, "Boss is really a real father."

Zhuifeng looked up at the sky, and sighed from the bottom of his heart, "Fortunately, he is just my boss, not my father..."

Master Xiao Yan is too difficult.

Not yet born, the training hall has been arranged.

...

Back at the mansion, Li Qiao couldn't wait to continue unwrapping the presents.

Twenty-two exquisite gift boxes were already placed on the coffee table. Li Qiao drank her saliva, then picked up the smallest box and gently unwrapped the ribbon.

Shang Yu sat beside her with his legs crossed, his deep eyes fell on her, as if he couldn't get enough of it.

Li Qiao guessed that it might be various exquisite and expensive gifts, but when the lid was opened, what was inside surprised her a little.

It was a pair of baby silver bracelets, put in a plastic bag, not like new, but in good condition.

Li Qiao picked up the bracelet and shook it, and the crisp bell sound broke the quiet atmosphere in the living room.

She thought of something, looked sideways at Shang Yu, "Is this the little bracelet you used to wear?"

The man lowered his eyelids, pursed his lips and said in a deep voice, "Well, it was my favorite thing when I was one year old."

Li Qiao immediately felt that this small bracelet was worth a thousand gold.

She looked at the other twenty-one gift boxes, and suddenly remembered a sentence: I give myself to you, and all my favorite things at each stage belong to you.

Li Qiao withdrew her gaze and looked at the wall in front of her, her eyes sore.

The second gift box is a shiny jade pendant. Li Qiao touched the red string in the plastic bag, and could even imagine the little figure of Shang Yu wearing it and running in the old house when he was a child.

The third gift box is an old-fashioned copybook, the handwriting is not neat, it is the beginning of Shang Yu's learning and practice of calligraphy.

The fourth...the fifth...each one is the favorite thing of Shang Yu's stage that has been treasured for many years.

There are twenty-two gift boxes in total, but starting from the sixteenth gift box, there is nothing inside.