Chapter 198
Chapter 198
Li Qiao walked side by side with him to the Bolan clubhouse, thought for a while, and then said: "Just now Charles told me that I look a lot like a late female stock goddess. Surprised to see me."
After speaking, Li Qiao squinted at Shang Yu, not letting go of his facial expression.
I don't know if she was thinking too much, but today's meeting felt like a deliberate arrangement.
At this time, Shang Yu walked slowly beside Li Qiao, his dark eyes were bottomless, and his lips were lightly raised, "Don't take it seriously, in the eyes of foreigners, Asian faces are mostly similar."
is that so?
Li Qiao pursed the corners of her lips in doubt, noncommittal.
To be reasonable, in fact, Shang Yu does not need to introduce her to Charles.
But he did it anyway.
Could it be... just to announce the identity of her girlfriend?
But Charles is not from Nanyang, so it doesn't matter if you know it or not, right?
Li Qiao kept thinking in her heart, and suddenly her shoulders sank, and the man's strong arms came up, hugged her lightly, bowed her head, and whispered: "I want to add contact information to him to inquire about the female stock god?"
"Yeah." Li Qiao was caught off guard by his warm breath around her ears, itching and numb.
She collected herself, leaned lazily on Shang Yu's shoulder, stared at him with her head up, her eyes narrowed: "He just wants to send me a picture of the female stock god, that's all."
Shang Yu looked at her sideways, stretched his eyebrows, and pressed the corner of his lower lip in a serious manner, "It's the same for sending to me."
Li Qiao pinched the tip of her nose and joked, "I'm afraid you will scare people so much that they dare not post photos."
"No, he can tell the difference between 30 billion U.S. dollars and a photo."
Li Qiao didn't think deeply about this sentence, and took it as a joke.
Not long after, the two returned to the Bolan Clubhouse.
It seems to be cleared today.
In such a huge clubhouse, except for the occasional service staff passing by, I have never seen other guests at all.
In the VIP lounge on the second floor of the clubhouse, Li Qiao was lazily nestled in the sofa chair. Looking at the time, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon, and she might have to go back to the company in a while.
Shang Yu didn't know where he was going, he just told her to wait a while, and left the lounge.
Li Qiao scrolled the screen of her phone boredly, but Liuyun and Luoyu were nowhere to be found.
Hmm...boring.
In the blink of an eye, fifteen minutes later, Shang Yu still hadn't returned.
Li Qiao was thinking about whether to send him a WeChat message, and just as she was thinking, the voice of falling rain came from behind, "Miss Li, you can go there."
Li Qiao looked back at her, didn't bother to ask any more questions, got up and pouted forward, "Let's go."
I don't know where to go, anyway, it's quite mysterious.
Not long after, Li Qiao was brought by Luoyu to the Bolan shooting range area.
Her faint eyes were gradually full of spirit, and there was a little expectation faintly.
It has been almost a month since the last shooting.
For Li Qiao, who prefers guns and precision instruments, shooting has an absolute appeal.
In a private shooting room at the end of the front, Liu Yun was standing at the door waiting quietly. When he saw Li Qiao's figure, he nodded and opened the door, "Miss Li, please."
Li Qiao thanked her softly, and walked into the shooting room full of curiosity.
Standing still, she raised her eyes, and when she saw the scene in front of her, she immediately smiled and frowned.
In the small private shooting room, a long table was placed behind the shooting stand, on which were displayed eight silver pistols, each containing a rare and rare pistol.
A real gun, not a training gun provided by a shooting gallery.
And Shang Yu stood in front of the long table, with one hand in his pocket and the other holding a cigarette, looking casually at her, "Come and have a look."