Chapter 393 Li Qiao, My Woman

Chapter 393 Li Qiao, My Woman

Accompanied by the cold and slow voice, He Chen felt his shoulders sink and he was thrown aside before he saw the person coming.

The arms were empty, and he backed up again and again due to inertia, the hollows of his legs hit the armrest of the sofa behind him, and he fell into the sofa unexpectedly.

In this world, the only person who can take off his offensive with one move is Shang Shaoyan.

He Chen half propped himself up, and rubbed his face in bewilderment, "Shang Shaoyan, why the hell are you back again?"

He cursed and looked closely, his handsome face changed rapidly like a revolving lantern.

A few steps away, Shang Shaoyan hugged Li Qiao sullenly, clasped the back of her head with his palm and pressed it against his chest, with a pair of stern and indifferent eyes that He Chen had never seen before.

Seeing this, He Chen stood up from the sofa, even though his hair was a little messy, it still didn't damage his handsome and frivolous.

He lit another cigarette, waved the hand holding the cigarette between Shang Yu and Li Qiao, and smiled angrily, "Are you... trying to grab a woman from me?"

Li Qiao, who was pressed into the arms of the man, said, "..."

Really retarded!

Shang Yu's sharp Adam's apple rolled up and down, his eyes as deep as the sea were locked on He Chen, his thin lips were slightly hooked, and his voice was cold and dangerous, "Are you a woman? You want to die and just say it."

At this moment, Li Qiao was leaning against the man's chest, and could hear his strong heartbeat and the vibration of his chest cavity, as well as...his arms were constantly tightening, and the muscles all over his body were tense.

He was angry, but restrained.

He Chen looked coldly at him hugging the girl in a protective posture, frowned his thick brows, took a breath, "Wait a minute, I'll stroke it."

After that, he turned his back, put one hand on his hips, smoked in the other, shook his legs occasionally and looked up at the ceiling, as if he was really thinking.

He Ao, who was being supported by bodyguards, no longer felt the pain in his body, and now he only felt that his head was buzzing.

He was beaten, and the culprit was not only not punished, but was also held in Brother Shaoyan's arms.

That was Shang Shaoyan, the young master of the Shang family whom he had admired for more than 20 years. How could he be defiled by that arrogant girl?

In less than a minute, maybe less, He Chen turned around abruptly, and at a glance, he found that Shang Yu's palm was caressing the top of the girl's head, and occasionally lowered his head to kiss her forehead.

He Chen saw his temples throbbing, and licked his cheek, "Shang Shaoyan, you came back sincerely to spoil my good deeds? Who is she to you?"

Shang Yu glanced at He Chen, then lowered his handsome face, raised Li Qiao's chin and pressed a deep kiss on the corner of her lips.

Afterwards, the man narrowed his eyes dangerously, and warned, "Understood? Li Qiao, I'm a woman."

This is probably the first time that Shang Yu used the three words 'my woman' so domineeringly to swear sovereignty.

Li Qiao lowered her eyes slightly, feeling a strange throbbing in her heart.

He Chen: "..."

At this moment, the man supported Li Qiao's shoulders, rubbed her face with one hand, and his tone became softer instantly, "Are you hurt?"

He knows He Chen's skills better than anyone else, and in a real fight, Li Qiao is no match for him.

Li Qiao originally wanted to say no, but she caught a glimpse of He Chen from the corner of her eye and remembered his unruly claws before. She blinked and leaned into the man's arms, "Yeah, my back hurts."

This sentence is a bit exaggerated, but it is also true.

He Chen suddenly tightened his grip on her waist just now, and continued to apply force with his palms. For a tall man, the strength of his hands is not a joke.

Of course, there are more elements of revenge.

Shang Yu knew Li Qiao well, even if she was hurt, she would never express it.

If she hadn't been wronged in front of He Chen, she definitely wouldn't have slipped into his arms so carefully.

The man's face was suddenly overcast, he gently circled Li Qiao, and looked at He Chen quietly, "Did you hurt her?"

He Chen almost choked his trachea, "If I hurt her, can she still stand now? If you don't come, it's too late for me to hurt her."

Flowing clouds at the door, rain falling and looking at the moon: "..."

Brother Chen, you are tired of living.

At this moment, Shang Yu put his arms around Li Qiao's shoulders, pulled her behind him, looked at He Chen with dark eyes, "You can use it if you don't want it."

As he said that, he took a step forward. The moment he stepped out with his long legs, He Chen raised his cigarette-holding finger, and lightly tapped the ash, "Shang Shaoyan, how long have we been in a relationship? How dare you?" Abandoning Lao Tzu's hand for a woman, I will spare no effort in the future to tear you apart."

Li Qiao: "..."

Shang Yu squinted his eyes, met He Chen's frivolous gaze, and slowly raised his thin lips, "It's up to you?"

"I can't do it? Nanyang, you go out to inquire about it. I'm famous, and even your women come here especially. It's difficult to break up you?"

With He Chen's unscrupulous temperament, he really can't be seen in the same way as him.

Li Qiao twitched the corner of her mouth, took Shang Yu's arm, and glanced at He Chen coldly, "You have to show some face."

He Chen raised his eyebrows, his expression was always unrestrained, "Don't interrupt when men talk."

"He Chen!" Shang Yu's low and cold voice called out to him with frost in it.

Seeing this, He Chen bit his cigarette butt, smoothed his messy hair, and glanced at Shang Yu with distaste, "Okay, okay, I see, you have a woman, you are awesome."

Everyone: "..."

Li Qiao finally understood that He Chen was not afraid of Shang Yu, or...all his performances were the randomness that real brothers would have.

Even Qiu Huan and Ou Bai, or Huo Mang and He Qing from Pama, couldn't do what they wanted in front of Shang Yu.

He Chen is indeed different.

...

After a few minutes, the living room was completely quiet.

Li Qiao and Shang Yu sat side by side on the couch, while He Chen sat cross-legged opposite, He Ao, bodyguards, and Liu Yun also went outside the door to guard.

He Chen seems to be addicted to cigarettes, smoking one after another non-stop.

The small lounge was filled with smoke.

At this time, Shang Yu hooked Li Qiao's waist with one hand, letting her half lean in his arms, accidentally caught a glimpse of the magazine clip on the ground, and couldn't help but cast his piercing gaze on He Chen's face.

damn thing.

"Are you scolding me in your heart again?" He Chen blew away the hazy smoke in front of his eyes, glanced at Shang Yu's cold eyes, and snorted.

He was quite unconvinced.

After finally meeting a girl with excellent looks and skills, how did she become Shang Shaoyan's woman?

Knowing him for twenty years, He Chen has never seen him have such a strong possessive desire for a woman.

He Chen took the cigarette case and threw it at Shang Yu through the air, still muttering: "If you look at me again, I will tell her all the dark history of your childhood."

The man raised his hand gracefully, caught the cigarette case in the air, and threw it on the table casually. He leaned against the back of the chair and raised his eyelids lazily, "Where's the egret?"

He Chen blew out a smoke ring, pretending to be confused while pretending to understand, "What egret, I don't know."

"You want me to seal your casino?" Shang Yu's deep and slow voice didn't have any ups and downs, but his displeasure could be heard.