Chapter 412 My Woman Is Naturally Not an Ordinary Person

Chapter 412 My woman is naturally not an ordinary person

Shang Yu's handsome face was covered with coldness and gloom. He raised his hand again, gripped her jaw with his tiger's jaw, and paused every word, "Li Qiao, I never said that you are not qualified to stand side by side with me."

"Really?" Li Qiao looked at him, her voice was so clear that it was barely audible.

She was forced to look up at the man, still looking at him with eyes of admiration, and then said something that made Shang Yu's breathing stop: "But your protection, doesn't it just prove that you think I'm not qualified..." Standing side by side with you .

Before Li Qiao could say the last few words, she was blocked by Shang Yu's thin lips.

He kissed extremely fiercely, even with a hint of punishment.

Not gentle, not lingering, the strength of biting has written the man's almost paranoid possessiveness.

Li Qiao didn't dodge, nor did she cater to her.

Let the injured man do whatever he wants on her lips.

It wasn't until... the warm bloody smell spread in each other's mouths that Shang Yu's eyebrows twitched, and he pressed her forehead and let her go.

The corner of Li Qiao's mouth was bleeding, and the bright red trace seemed to stimulate the man's nerves.

He clasped the back of Li Qiao's neck and pressed her firmly into his arms, holding her tightly with both hands, completely ignoring whether it would pull her injured shoulder.

He kissed the top of her head, his deep and dark eyes were full of complex darkness, his voice was hoarse and hoarse, "I didn't mean to hide it from you, don't be angry, huh?"

Li Qiao sniffed the extremely familiar scent on him, wanted to push him away, but worried about aggravating his injury.

Letting him hug him for a while, feeling the man's gradual relaxation, she withdrew from his arms with little hesitation.

She raised her head and met Shang Yu's eyes, and the blood on the corner of her lips was still reminding the man of what he had just done.

Li Qiao pursed her lips, the numb pain still prevented her from expressing any extra expressions.

She looked deeply at Shang Yu until she saw blood stains on the white gauze on his left shoulder out of the corner of her eye, a trace of inconspicuous sadness still flashed from her eyes.

She lowered her eyes, bent her lips, and her voice was soft and slow, as if a gust of wind could blow it away, "Heal your wounds well, I'll go back to Chongcheng first."

Shang Yu, you really didn't mean to hide it from me, because you didn't want me to know at all.

Li Qiao was unable to say this sentence until the end.

She didn't want to be too unreasonable and troublesome, and she couldn't figure out the reason for the entangled emotions in her heart.

For the first time, being in love made her feel exhausted.

Was Shang Yu wrong? He was not wrong, it should just be a macho mood at work, and he didn't want her to be in danger.

Is she too hypocritical? It seems to be, and it seems not to be.

If it's just a no-brainer young lady who just needs to cling to Shang Yu's side to be a well-behaved girlfriend, everything will look much simpler.

In the final analysis, let me be a mediocrity.

Li Qiao closed her eyes wearily, and when she opened them again, the redness receded a little. She looked at Shang Yu's extremely gloomy face, turned around and left without saying anything.

But this time, the man didn't stop her again.

It also seems that there is no attempt to explain anything.

How did the injury come about, who moved his hand, and what was the cause, he still kept silent.

...

After Li Qiao left, Shang Yu stood alone in the corridor for a long, long time.

It had been so long that the white gauze on his shoulders was completely stained red, and it had been so long that blood splattered down his chest like a stream, the man still didn't move.

He was hurt, but also...he hurt Li Qiao tonight.

The corner of the girl's mouth that he held in his arms and hurt her was bitten by him.

It's anger, perhaps mixed with other stuffiness that I don't want to talk about.

In short, this was the first time Li Qiao had a temper tantrum with him, and it was distressing to be so calm.

He would rather Li Qiao cry and question than see her extreme forbearance concealed under her calm.

...

Five minutes later, Shang Yu returned to the ward.

Shen Qingye stared at the phone screen with some helplessness, even when he heard footsteps, he didn't raise his head.

Mochizuki had been peeping at the door just now, when he heard that Li Qiao had left, he tried to call her to explain, but...after hanging up the first time, there was no way to get through.

He suspected that he was blocked.

And another man with an unfamiliar face frowned, smoking a cigarette calmly and indifferently, caught a glimpse of Shang Yu, and asked in a cold voice: "Didn't you ask Chenzi to go to Chongcheng to guard her? Why did you still run away?" came back?"

This person is the third master of the clan in the capital, Zong Zhan.

Shang Yu didn't speak, and sat on the sofa with gloomy eyes, ignoring his bleeding wound, picked up the cigarette case and lit a cigarette.

He exhaled mist, and the curling white smoke blurred his cold and prey outline, before he said to Liu Yun beside him, "Tell He Chen to pick her up at the airport."

Liu Yun nodded in response, walked to the corner of the ward and started calling.

Zong Zhan was born in the military, and his awe-inspiring aura is daunting.

He has a serious face, eyes under the thick eyebrows with dark eyes, slowly folded his long legs, and sneered, "I heard from Chenzi a few days ago that you found a very interesting little girlfriend.

It really impressed me today, you're such a fucker, if you don't tell others what happened, other women would have been crying and fussing a long time ago.

Her personality is rare, she is more tolerant than ordinary women, she seems quite sensible. "

Zong Zhan's evaluation made Shen Qingye look at him dissatisfied.

And Shang Yu puffed out the clouds with a sullen face, leaned over and lit a cigarette, "My woman is naturally not an ordinary woman."

Zong Zhan glanced at him, hooked his lips and sneered, "Oh, it's really extraordinary to let you chase out with your injuries.

I don't know what you think, but if you tell her that you were hurt on purpose, then she won't come here by herself.

Mochizuki checked just now, and she came back on the Huanxia business jet, no wonder she avoided all the eyeliners.

Your woman has a lot of background, and you can still invite Dong Huanxia to come forward to help her! "

Shang Yu didn't make a sound, and the two quietly smoked half a cigarette.

Zong Zhan raised his chin towards Mochizuki, who was still in a daze, "If you want your boss to bleed to death, just keep standing there."

Mochizuki snapped back to her senses, only then did she notice that half of Shang Yu's shoulders covered in shirt had been completely stained red with blood.

He fucked and hurried out to find a doctor.

At this time, Zong Zhan blew away the smoke in front of him with the corner of his mouth, and looked sideways at Shang Yu, "I am here in Nanyang this time, and I will return to the Imperial Capital after dealing with Zong Yue's marriage. If you need to speak about the matter between you and the Xiao family, speak as soon as possible."

"No need." The man arrogantly threw three words, even though his expression was blurred by the smoke, the thick anxiety in his eyes still couldn't be concealed.

...

At the same time, at Chongcheng Airport, He Chen was sitting in the car, smoking a cigarette in annoyance.

It was almost eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, and a notice was sent from Nanyang Airport, and Li Qiao had already boarded the plane again.