Chapter 120 Shang Shaoyan, You Are Inhumane

Chapter 120 Shang Shaoyan, You Are Inhumane

After several hot dishes were served, Qiu Huan took a gulp of beer, and then remembered something, "Sister, where did you get the camera you borrowed from me?"

Li Qiao picked up a boiled shrimp and put it on the dinner plate. She raised her eyes and raised her eyebrows when she heard the sound, and asked without answering, "What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

Just as Qiu Huan was about to speak, Shang Yu's actions caught his attention unexpectedly.

what did he see

The boss actually picked up the boiled shrimp in Li Qiao's bowl slowly...

Li Qiao stared fixedly at Qiu Huan, then lowered her head, just in time to see the shrimp being put back on the dish.

Then, Shang Yu picked up the dish and handed it to Liu Yun, with a magnetic and deep voice: "Let the chef peel the shells and send them over."

Liu Yun walked out the door with a plate of boiled shrimp noodles in his hands.

This kind of thing is no surprise, ha ha.

Qiu Huan covered his forehead and laughed to himself, while Ou Bai looked at the shrimp on his chopsticks with a revolving expression on his face.

Li Qiao turned her head to look at Shang Yu, the corners of her mouth slightly curled up, and before she could speak, Shang Yu gave her a prepared king crab leg, "Eat this first, and then eat the shrimp later."

Qiu Huan watched the familiar crab legs being sent to Li Qiao's bowl. If he remembered correctly, it was the one he had spent a long time processing just now, right?

Shang Shaoyan, you are fucking inhumane!

At this time, Li Qiao was eating crab legs, and looked up at Qiu Huan, "Young Master Qiu, you haven't answered me yet."

Qiu Huan regained his composure, suppressed the desire to draw the knife, cleared his throat, and explained: "It's nothing, it's just a surprise, the serial number of your camera is 122."

"So?" Li Qiao narrowed her eyes.

Qiu Huan sighed, pretending to look deeply at the crab leg, "At the beginning, my engineer borrowed the camera with serial number 122 to find the inspiration. As far as I know... all the serial numbers of that camera are unique. .”

After saying that, he fixed his meaningful eyes on Li Qiao's face.

"oh."

Qiu Huan: "?"

It's over?

"Sister, to be honest, at the Venus charity auction, the person who anonymously took the serial number 122 was you, right?"

Qiu Huan couldn't bear the curiosity in his heart, and he still expressed his doubts bluntly.

At this time, Li Qiao put the finished crab legs aside, wiped the corners of her mouth, and replied calmly, "Well, it's me."

After receiving a positive response, Qiu Huan was still startled, and quickly took a sip of beer to cover up his gaffe.

To qualify for the Venus Auction, a net worth of 200 million is the primary threshold.

Being able to become an anonymous auctioneer means that she has been a mid-level old member for at least three years, and her worth starts at one billion.

Even if she was born the richest man, does the Li family really have so much money for her to squander?

With the flow of billions of dollars at every turn, the family of the richest man may not be able to handle it, right? !

Everyone in the world thinks that the richest man is the richest person.

In fact, the so-called rich list is not worthy of the name. At best, it just adds some chatter for the public.

For the real rich, there is no way to measure their wealth with specific figures, and they don't bother to be on the list, such as... Shang Shaoyan.

For example, the Qiu family.

Qiu Huan thought to himself, could it be that the Li family still has funds that outsiders don't know about?

...

After dinner, it was less than seven o'clock.

Qiu Huan suggested going to Chen Garden to relax, Shang Yu wiped his hands with a towel, looked sideways at Li Qiao, and said in a deep voice, "Do you want to go?"

Li Qiao glanced at the time and nodded happily, "I have no objection."

"En." Shang Yu stood up, picked up the suit jacket from the back of the chair, and handed it to Li Qiao very naturally.

Li Qiao received it in her hand, straightened out the wrinkles, and hung it on her forearm.

However, one second before leaving the box, Shang Yu's steady steps suddenly stopped.

He looked at the coat with deep eyes, his thin lips turned slightly, and he took it from her hand in a short step, and after unfolding it, he put it on her shoulders with his own hands, "Let's go."