Chapter 164 Master Yan, Your Legs Are Numb

Chapter 164 Master Yan, Your Legs Are Numb

Hearing the sound, Shang Yu bent his knees and retracted his long legs, slid his Adam's apple twice, stood up while supporting the armrest, "Let's go to eat."

Li Qiao looked up at his slender body, stretched out her hand to grab his arm, "Isn't it over in ten minutes? I'm not that hungry..."

Before finishing speaking, the man flipped his wrist, clasped her forearm and gently pulled her up, "You can ask Mochizuki for the admission result."

Li Qiao couldn't defend herself, her feet went limp the moment she stood up, and her shoulder hit Shang Yu's chest directly.

Well, after sleeping on my side for two hours, my legs became numb.

Li Qiao was still holding his suit in her hand, leaning half of her body on his chest, her posture was not ambiguous, but... it was inevitable that she would be suspected of throwing herself into her arms.

She lowered her head and moved her ankles, pursed her lips and frowned, and looked at Shang Yu innocently, "Master Yan, your legs are numb..."

The implication is not to attack you on purpose.

There were smile lines on Shang Yu's lips, his muscular forearm wrapped his arms around Li Qiao's waist, and with a slight hook, the distance between the two of them was invisibly narrowed, "Shall I carry you away?"

Li Qiao's heart beat like a drum, she shook her head pretending to be calm, "That's not necessary, I'll just take it easy."

"Well, that's fine, take your time." Even so, the hand on the back of her waist has not been withdrawn, and the man just hugged her freely and calmly.

Li Qiao couldn't help but licked the corner of her mouth, breathing lightly, with a smile in her eyes.

After a while, the numbness of the ankles gradually subsided. Li Qiao moved her legs, raised her head and bumped into Shang Yu's dark eyes, "Master Yan, I'm healed."

The man raised his eyebrows, and gently stroked the back of her head, "Well, let's go."

...

In the afternoon of the same day, the result of the duel admission of the Hongke League came out, and Li Shaoquan narrowly won the third place.

When Li Qiao learned of this result, she was looking at Li Shaoquan's WeChat page with her mobile phone in her hand, thinking anxiously whether to block him.

Ten minutes ago, she knew that Li Shaoquan had been admitted to the Honker League.

Because until now, even after ten minutes had passed, Li Shaoquan was still sending her emojis and making more than a dozen phone calls, but she hung up on them all.

This guy might be going crazy.

After another five minutes, Li Qiao couldn't take it anymore, turned his news page to do not disturb mode, got up and went to the tea room.

Forget it, let's say congratulations.

She will no longer have to raise a son.

In the tea room, Li Qiao called Li Shaoquan.

The moment it was connected, there was a sob, "Woo——Dad."

He cried, really cried.

Li Qiao touched the tip of her brow helplessly, "Nothing."

Li Shaoquan sniffed, and choked up sobbing, "You don't understand, how many times I have been scolded as a waste over the years, today I finally feel proud, woo—"

Apart from sighing, Li Qiao didn't know what else to say.

She is not good at soothing people's hearts, but Li Shaoquan has indeed suffered a lot of grievances in the past few years.

Holding the dream of a young hero, I walked stumblingly for eight years.

Being misunderstood and reviled by countless people is nothing more than his youthful ambition.

Li Qiao leaned on the tea table, listened to the sound of blowing her nose non-stop on the phone, curled her lips in disgust, "Don't cry, congratulations on your dream come true."

"Qiaoqiao, I want to go home..." Li Shaoquan had finished crying, and murmured aggrievedly while holding the phone.

He hasn't gone back for a long time. He has stumbled and stumbled on this road for too long.

However, on the day when his wish came true, he felt homesick.