Chapter 232 Invitation Letter From Venus?

Chapter 232 Invitation letter from Venus?

Shang Yu glanced at Li Qiao without blinking, seeing that the little girl's eyes were glued to his body, instead of asking why he did it, he was concerned about whether he was injured.

The man's Adam's apple couldn't stop sliding, and he hugged Li Qiao's shoulders uncontrollably. His stalwart physique pushed him forward, and directly pressed him against the lamppost next to him.

He kissed a little fiercely, and the two figures overlapped under the light, creating a fiery and rich atmosphere.

In the distance, Liuyun, Wangyue, and Luoyu all rolled their throats, turned their eyes away, took out their cigarette cases one after another, lit their cigarettes and took a breath of loneliness.

The night in early summer is so fucking hot.

Soon, Shang Yu let go of Li Qiao, looked down at her red and swollen lips, his eyes were burning hot.

Li Qiao was a little deprived of oxygen by the kiss, she took a breath, her fingers climbed onto the collar of his suit, pulled it, her voice was soft and hoarse, "I still have the strength to kiss me, it seems that I am not injured."

No wonder Shang Yu seemed a little different tonight.

He drank the wine, and there was a strong aroma of wine on his lips.

The kiss just now gave her the illusion that she was about to be swallowed.

At this moment, Shang Yu wiped the corner of his lower lip with his thumb, pulled Li Qiao deep into his arms, and said in a hoarse voice next to her ear, "This kind of thing doesn't matter if you get hurt."

Li Qiao pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows: "..." How do you answer these words?

The next second, the earlobe was suddenly held in his mouth, sucked lightly, Li Qiao shrank slightly, and then a heart-stirring mellow laughter rushed into the depths of the eardrum.

Shang Yu leaned back and pulled a safe distance away, and there was obvious joy in his delicate and deep eyebrows.

He wiped off the water stains around Li Qiao's lips with his fingertips, looked at the girl's reddened ear tips, and rubbed her hair, "Go back and go to bed early."

Li Qiao looked at him with flickering eyes, suppressed the charming and unfamiliar feelings in her heart, straightened her face, "Are you sure you're okay?"

Shang Yu lifted her chin, leaned over and looked directly at her, "Don't worry, no one can hurt me except you."

Fine.

This man didn't know how much wine he drank tonight. Although he was still so noble and reserved, his behavior was somewhat uncontrollable and wild.

Could it have something to do with the blood on his hands tonight?

...

Under Shang Yu's gaze, Li Qiao gradually returned to the dormitory building.

In the corridor on the second floor, as she walked by, the sensor lights lit up one by one.

The man downstairs stood there with his hands behind his back, looking at the window she passed by, his eyes faded from warmth, and gradually became colder.

It wasn't until Li Qiao's figure disappeared in the corridor that Shang Yu covered his eyes, turned around, and took a step.

Immediately, he stood in front of Liu Yun and the others, and ordered deeply, "Send a team of people to stay near the laboratory to protect her."

The three of Liuyun nodded respectfully, "Yes, boss."

Tonight... something really happened.

Originally, they accompanied the boss to socialize at the Royal Hotel.

But suddenly I received a tip that someone wanted to attack Ms. Li.

Therefore, on the way to the laboratory building halfway, those people were dealt with secretly in advance.

What surprised Liu Yun and others was that the boss, who hadn't been angry for a long time, not only did it himself tonight, but the scene was also very tragic.

On the way back, Mochizuki and Luoyu sat in the rear compartment, looking at the fast-moving convoy ahead with a slightly dignified expression.

Mochizuki took out mineral water from the car refrigerator, threw a bottle to Luoyu, and said in a low tone: "Those people tonight, could they be sent by the merchant?"

Luo Yu caught the water bottle he threw and squeezed it hard, "No, Shang Fu didn't bring too many people with her when she came to Nanyang this time.

I have fought against her subordinates in Parma before, and those people tonight are average in skill, and they don't seem to be trained by Parma. "

Mochizuki stopped drinking water, looked sideways at Luoyu, "You mean..."

If it wasn't for a merchant woman, would there be anyone in Nanyang City who would dare to target Ms. Li?

At this time, Luo Yu pursed her lips, squinted her eyes and looked out of the window, reminding quietly: "Don't forget, there are two months left for the Nanyang Conference.

The forces of all parties in the east, west, north and south have been making moves recently. The relationship between the boss and Miss Li, if you investigate carefully, you will definitely find clues.

Those people tonight, I'm afraid... Miss Dong Li is a fake, and it's true to test the boss with this. "

After the words fell, there was a silent stagnation in the carriage.

The underground overlord of Nanyang City, who has been alone for so many years, suddenly has a weakness and a reverse scale, and the temptations of various forces may emerge endlessly in the future.

...

The eve of the Venus auction.

In the evening, Li Qiao drove to Yashuyuan Apartment.

After parking the car, she came to the door of the apartment and unlocked the private mailbox next to the door with her fingerprints. When she opened it, she saw an invitation letter sent to her by Uncle Zong, the housekeeper of Venus.

The thick golden envelope is rubbed with the perfect statue of the classical goddess Venus.

Li Qiao shook her head, locked the mailbox, turned around and entered the elevator.

Back in the lobby, Li Qiao lowered her head and paced forward. Suddenly, her eyes dimmed, and a pair of fiery red high heels blocked her way.

"Little sister, what a coincidence?"

Shang Fu's sweet voice came from in front of her, Li Qiao raised her eyebrows quietly, raised her head slightly, and smiled with curved lips, "So it's Miss Shang."

It's that ugly and tacky title again.

Shang Fu shook her long hair off her shoulders, her smile faded a lot, her gaze looked around the lobby as if nothing, and she asked in surprise, "So you live here too?"

Li Qiao held Venus' invitation letter with one hand and shrugged, "Is it not possible?"

Yashuyuan can be regarded as a high-end apartment, but it is not the most luxurious.

With an identity like a merchant woman, she chose to stay here for the first time, probably because of Sima Zhao's heart.

At this time, Shangfu's eyes flashed, and she accidentally saw the invitation letter, and she narrowed her eyes: "That is... the invitation letter from Venus?"

Li Qiao let out an 'ah' and said vaguely, "Really."

"Shaoyan gave it to you?" Shang Fu looked at it carefully, and then her face became visibly stiff.

The Venus invitation letter has a very high gold content, divided into three colors of gold, silver and copper, representing the three membership levels of top, intermediate and entry-level.

The letter in Li Qiao's hand was clearly in gold, the admission mark of a top member.

Shang Fu couldn't believe it, and looked at Li Qiao with more scrutiny.

She suddenly remembered that about two years ago, the Venus Auction House publicly announced that two mysterious members had been upgraded to the highest level of supreme members.

Shang Fu has always suspected that Shang Shaoyan is one of the supreme beings, but now seeing the golden letter in Li Qiao's hand, she feels more and more that her guess is correct.

Because only supreme members can send gold invitation letters to ordinary people.

Shang Fu thought self-righteously, and felt that this letter must be from Shaoyan to Li Qiao.

She didn't think that Li Qiao could reach the top ranks of Venus through her own ability.

After all, the mere richest man in Nanyang is not worth mentioning in front of the tens of billions of auctions.

At this time, Li Qiao looked down at the invitation letter in her hand, curled her lips, covering the playfulness in her eyes, "Do I need him to give it to me?"