Chapter 118 Master Yan Offered Me a Date?

Chapter 118 Master Yan Offered Me a Date?

It was dusk when it was dim.

After the rain, the clouds and mists in the sky gradually dissipated, the slanting sunset struggled to reveal the afterglow, and the shadows of the people were slanted and elongated by the sunlight.

Parking nearby.

"Are you sure it's okay to go back with her?" Li Cheng held a cigarette in his hand, and looked at Luo Yu not far away with scrutiny.

This person didn't say much since he appeared, and followed his sister the whole time.

Judging by Momo, she should be a practitioner. Li Cheng felt that her face was familiar, but he didn't have a deep impression, so he couldn't think of a reason for it.

Standing under the setting sun, Li Qiao looked at the sky in the distance, and responded slowly, "Well, no problem, you and Nan Yu can go and get busy, and leave me alone."

After the divorce was over, Li Cheng and Nan Yu would return to the border soon.

There are still some chores to deal with, and time is running out.

Li Cheng squinted his cold eyes, licked his cheek, "All right, send me a message when you get home."

"Um."

Li Qiao responded, and after saying goodbye to Nan Yu, she turned and walked towards Luo Yu.

Not long after, Nan Yu's red supercar drove Li Cheng out of the stadium first.

...

On the off-road vehicle, Li Qiao sat in the co-pilot and closed her eyes to rest.

She was a little drowsy after the drink she drank earlier.

Luo Yu was driving the car, occasionally glanced sideways at her, tightened his fingers on the steering wheel, and suddenly broke the silence, "Aren't you afraid that I'll tell the boss about you asking someone to investigate the patient's medical records?"

Hearing the sound, Li Qiao raised her eyelids lazily, turned her head to find a comfortable position, and said in a slow tone: "I didn't ask you to avoid it at the time, and I won't be afraid of your talking too much afterwards."

Luo Yu: "..."

It seemed that every time she confronted Li Qiao, she couldn't get a bargain.

At this point, Luo Yu stopped talking, raised his speed with a sullen face, and headed towards Li's villa.

...

The next morning, Li Qiao was printing documents in the office.

When the time approached ten o'clock, the door of the director's office was pushed open.

Standing in front of the printer, Li Qiao looked up, and saw Shang Yu was wearing a suit jacket on his arms, and the collar of his shirt was meticulously tied on top, and he walked into the office calmly.

In the ear, the words he said unexpectedly sounded: In the office, you must dress appropriately.

Li Qiao looked at his neatly textured shirt, the neckline was tied to the Adam's apple, and there was a trace of ascetic sexiness in the seriousness.

She rolled her throat, looked away, and took out the document from the printer.

At this time, Shang Yu put his suit on the back of the chair casually, and knocked on the executive desk when he was seated, his thin lips raised lightly: "Are you free tonight?"

Li Qiao returned to the workbench, her mouth curled up, "Master Yan wants to ask me out?"

The man took out the folder and looked at her leisurely, "Qiu Huan wants to treat you to dinner."

Oh, so sentimental!

Li Qiao Youyou looked at Shang Yu's deep and narrow eyes, curled her lips, "He invited me to dinner, why didn't you ask me out?"

"He doesn't have your phone number." The man looked at the file and said with a normal expression.

If Qiu Huan, who was far away in the machinery factory, heard this sentence, he might be about to scold him.

It's just nonsense, why didn't he dare to ask Li Qiao in person, Shang Shaoyan, don't you know?

If he really made an appointment with Li Qiao alone, would Boss Shang have to burn his machinery factory to the ground?

When getting off work, Li Qiao finished sorting out all the work at hand, and was about to turn off the computer when Shang Yu suddenly heard: "How is your relationship with Li Shaoquan?"

Li Qiao paused as she turned off the phone, and looked at the boss desk.

Shang Yu also looked away from the computer screen at the right time, raising his eyebrows, as if he was waiting for her answer.