Chapter 186 You Can Ask Me Directly if You Want to Know Anything in the Future

Chapter 186 You can ask me directly if you want to know anything in the future

"Did Luo Yu tell you?" Shang Yu closed the neckline of his shirt, turned his head to look at Li Qiao with deep eyes.

Hearing this, Li Qiao was noncommittal, and slowly raised her legs, with a hint of publicity in her eyes, "It doesn't matter who told me, I know myself and my enemy."

Shang Yu stared at her deeply, faint smile lines formed on his thin lips, he pinched her shoulder, and his voice was hoarse: "If you want to know anything in the future, you can ask me directly."

Li Qiao looked at him suspiciously, the man who had just woken up, there was still a trace of relaxation in the corners of his brows and eyes.

The original flat black shirt was slightly wrinkled, and the broken hair blocked the forehead. It was wild and unruly, but it also had a little more softness after recovering from illness.

Li Qiao blinked, forcibly looked away, and jokingly said: "If you say that, then I have to make a list, after all, Master Yan seems to have a lot of secrets."

Such as the dark hall, such as Pama, such as the Shang family...

At this time, the man's Adam's apple rolled, and he laughed thickly, rubbing the tip of her hair, pampering and pampering: "Then I... wait and see."

After lunch, Li Qiao and Shang Yu went out together.

Walking out of the hall of the mansion, Shang Yuqi's tall and broad back paused in front of the door, looking at the distant mountains, then slowly turned around, and spread his palms towards Li Qiao who was a step behind.

After confirming the relationship, holding hands and embracing such small things became handy.

Li Qiao pursed her lips and handed her palm forward, letting his broad and dry palm wrap around her fingertips.

The two figures, one black and one white, got into the car holding hands, and even the sun became brighter and more dazzling.

...

On the way of driving, Li Qiao half leaned against Shang Yu's side, looking out the window calmly, with an indifferent expression of admiring the scenery.

However, her mobile phone buzzed from time to time in her pocket, abruptly destroying the quiet atmosphere in the car.

"Why didn't you answer the phone?" At this time, Shang Yu's eyes fell on Li Qiao playfully, and his thin lips were lightly raised, revealing a bit of depth.

Li Qiao let out an 'ah', and said without any psychological burden: "The real estate agent, don't worry about it."

Li San, the sales agent: "..."

In fact, from last night to now, Li San's news has not stopped.

WeChat, text messages, phone calls, video calls, voice calls, all contact channels continue to 'harass' Li Qiao.

The general content is nothing more than to persuade her to stay away from Shang Shaoyan, they are not suitable, and feelings cannot be forced and other nonsense.

Later, Li Qiao was so annoyed that when she arrived at Yanhuang Group, she sent him a sentence directly to end the topic: He will be your future brother-in-law.

Li San, who is far away at the border, is about to run away.

...

At four o'clock in the afternoon that day, Luo Yu drove Li Qiao's car back from the Dongjiao Stadium.

She took the car keys to the chairman's office, and when she entered the door, she found Li Qiao and Shang Yu sitting in the rest area, with a medical kit on the table, and they were filling his palms with medicine.

Luo Yu's eyes flashed, he quickly turned away, put down the key and hurried out the door.

At this time, the afternoon sun is fine.

Li Qiao held Shang Yu's fingers and wiped the wound on his palm with an iodophor swab.

In the center of his palm, there were two soybean-sized scars, which looked like burns, and the blisters had burst. It rained again yesterday, and the skin and flesh tissue turned white.

Shang Yu sat next to Li Qiao, looking lazily at her serious and focused expression.

Neither of them spoke, and the sun shone on them, revealing a warm and peaceful atmosphere.

After cleaning the wound, Li Qiao glanced at him, and said with a smile: "Master Yan, is this burnt by a cigarette?"

Although she doesn't smoke, she has seen people around her burn fireworks on their arms with cigarette butts at the border.

The wound in Shang Yu's palm was not so uniform, but the shape was similar.

At this time, Shang Yu stretched his joints, his black eyes under his brows burned slightly, "See?"