Chapter 222 The Photo of the Female Stock God
Chapter 222 The Photo of the Female Stock God
At this time, Shang Yu looked down at the phone, the parasol above his head cast a dark shadow on his cheeks, and even the faint blue-black under the eyelids gradually became apparent.
Li Qiao blinked, but stopped talking.
From the look on his face, he knew he didn't have a good rest last night.
Probably what happened in the dormitory still made him brood.
This man, deep in his heart, pride and sensitivity coexist.
Some things are just tacit, but there is no need to get to the bottom of it.
Li Qiao thought about it, but in the end she didn't ask anything, put down her cup, and looked away.
Not long after, the figure of Luo Yu appeared in the field of vision.
She stood alone near the lawn in the middle of the mountain, holding a cigarette in her hand, and kept puffing.
Luo Yu smoked very quickly, and lit another one after finishing one, as if a little upset.
Even the tough face became more and more tense.
Li Qiao concentrated for another moment. During this period, the rate of rain and smoking continued unabated, and the whole person fell into an unprecedented state of anxiety.
Just at this time, Shang Yu's magnetic voice came from next to her ear, "Luoyu has been too smooth in the past few years, and the blow of this assessment will inevitably make her feel frustrated."
Hearing the sound, Li Qiao withdrew her gaze, lightly tapped the teacup with her finger, and her eyes narrowed: "You also arranged this on purpose?"
Shang Yu put the phone on the table, and leaned lazily on the back of the chair, "Not exactly, it's her own pride and conceit that made such achievements, and she has no one to blame."
In the four assessments that ended in the morning, Luoyu ranked third overall. Such a result is indeed surprising.
Li Qiao looked at Shang Yu's profound gaze, and bent her lips jokingly, "If Luo Yu heard your comments like this, he would have smoked the whole pack of cigarettes."
A smile flashed across Shang Yu's deep eyes, and then he leaned forward and pushed the phone in front of Li Qiao with his shapely fingers, "Look at this."
Li Qiao was puzzled. As soon as she picked up the phone, she heard the man's deep voice add: "Charles found the photo of the female stock god."
For a moment, Li Qiao's heart beat faster.
She didn't take Charles's polite words to heart before. After all, she is also a financial giant of the British Empire, with a lot of things to do every day, so she may not remember her small request.
I never thought that Charles kept his word and actually sent a photo.
Li Qiao raised her eyes to look at Shang Yu, seeing his eyelashes lowered gently, she looked at the phone with inexplicable emotions.
On the screen was a yellowed black and white old photo.
A woman with curly hair is sitting in front of an old-fashioned piano, her fingers are still tapping the keys, but her cheeks are turned to look in the direction of the camera, and she raises her eyebrows and smiles slightly.
The gesture of playing the piano is obviously noble and elegant, but the expression of raising eyebrows and smiling lightly reveals publicity and casualness.
Li Qiao carefully observed the photo, perhaps due to the age, many details in the picture have become blurred.
The only thing worth noting is that the outlines between Li Qiao and the other party's eyebrows slightly overlap, but that's all.
If we say they are similar, it is probably because their eyebrows and eyes are both uninhibited and frivolous.
If they are very different, their faces and facial features are indeed different.
Li Qiao looked at it for a while, then raised her phone and put it on her cheek, raised her eyebrows at Shang Yu, "Master Yan, do you like it?"
At some point, the man lit a cigarette, pursed his lips and exhaled mist, and pointed at her in the air with the hand holding the cigarette, and said lazily, "It's not like you. You are unique."
Li Qiao lowered her eyes and couldn't help laughing.
She put down the phone and looked again, handed it to Shang Yu again, and said, "Can you send me a copy of the photo?"
Shang Yu took the phone and took advantage of the opportunity to forward the photo.
Li Qiao stared at the photos in WeChat and gradually fell into deep thought.
Could there be any relationship between her and this female stock goddess?
...
Evening, half past six.
The assessment of the four assistants is coming to an end.
Li Qiao had been sitting not far away watching. She glanced at the scorer on the computer and couldn't help sighing.
Falling rain ranked third overall.
If it weren't for Mochizuki's accidental mistake in the grappling martial arts competition, Luo Yu's ranking would probably be at the bottom.
From the first overall ranking three years ago to the penultimate second this year, I don't know how the rain will feel with such a gap.
"Worried about her?" At this moment, Shang Yu, who was silent beside him, suddenly spoke, looking at Li Qiao with a playful and teasing tone.
Li Qiao knew who he was talking about, so she raised her eyebrows and smiled lightly: "It's not necessary to be worried, but I think such a result is not necessarily a bad thing for her. Maybe she can surprise the audience again in the next assessment. gone."
A proud person like Luo Yu would not allow himself to fail for too long.
Hearing the sound, Shang Yu looked at Li Qiao quietly, curled up his thin lips lazily, and said a few words, "Then three years later... wait and see."
A three-year agreement was so firmly stated by him.
It's like never worrying about whether they're still by each other's side three years later.
Li Qiao couldn't help feeling throbbing, looking at the side of the man's face with shining eyes, she pursed her lips and said hello.
...
The moonlit night was bright, and the mansion was surrounded by dim yellow lights.
Near the lawn in the middle of the mountain, there was a figure sitting on the steps with a sharp back, cigarettes and lighters on her legs, white mist drifted out of her mouth, and seven or eight cigarette butts accumulated on the ground.
Behind him, light footsteps sounded from far to near.
With the smoke in between, Luo Yu leaned back, leaning his elbows on the upper step, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't disturb me, let me stay by myself."
Li Qiao walked behind her calmly, put one hand in her pocket, and said in a flat tone, "Can I get you another pack of cigarettes?"
Luo Yu's eyes froze, he turned his head and saw Li Qiao's figure, stood up quickly, and nodded: "Miss Li, why is it you?"
She thought it was Liuyun and the others, so she had no scruples about speaking.
Li Qiao's eyes fell, she looked at the cigarette butts all over the place, and pulled the corner of her lower lip, "If I don't come, are you going to keep smoking?"
Luo Yu lowered his head, hid the hand holding the cigarette behind his back, and kicked the cigarette butt off the ground with his toe, and said in a rather obscure tone: "Let Miss Li see the joke."
"This is not a joke." Li Qiao looked at Luo Yu's silent expression, slightly hooked her lips, and pouted forward, "Walk with me?"
Luo Yu glanced at her, threw the cigarette butt in his hand on the ground, nodded, "Okay, please."
The night was thick, and the floor lamps near the steps stretched the figures of the two obliquely.
Li Qiao walked unhurriedly, while Luo Yu was half a step behind, occasionally raising her eyes to look at her back.
"You sat here alone for two hours, so you can't accept today's assessment results?" Not long after, Li Qiao asked quietly.
Luo Yu lowered his eyelids, kept silent, and laughed at himself: "Even if I can't accept it, I can't change it. It's true that I'm not as skilled as others."
Li Qiao glanced at her slightly sideways, "Have you thought about the reason?"
"What's the reason?" Luo Yu rolled his throat in confusion, his voice astringent.
Li Qiao raised her eyebrows, looked at the mountains in the distance immersed in darkness, and stood still slowly, "It's not that you are inferior in skills, but you are competitive, and you really want to win."
See you at 0:00.