Chapter 417 Distressed?

Chapter 417 Distressed?

Pretty, don't be angry anymore, okay...

Just such a simple coaxing sentence, like a tender tune, echoed and swayed in Li Qiao's heart.

who is he?

Nanyang businessman Shaoyan.

The Nanyang overlord who controls the Quartet with his own power.

In this world, how many people can make him bow his head?

Even Shang Zonghai might not be able to let Shang Yu put down his dignity to be so accommodating.

Those last two words: okay?

It is an inquiry, a compromise, and a tolerant gesture.

Li Qiao's voice was shrill, and she looked at the door in front of her with an indescribable feeling in her heart.

During the few seconds of silence, Shang Yu couldn't wait for her answer, and he tightened his arms around her again, his voice was hoarse than before, "If you still can't calm down, what do you want me to do? explain."

Li Qiao blinked, forcing back the sourness in her eyes. Just as she was about to speak, she sensed a thicker and thicker smell of blood floating in the air.

Her face changed slightly, she turned away from the man's arms, and at the same time raised her hand to insert the room card into the power switch.

The sudden bright warm light made her squint her eyes uncomfortably, and she looked straight at Shang Yu's shoulders, and sure enough, she saw the wet marks on the fabric of his shirt on his shoulders.

Li Qiao's heart sank, and she turned her head to look at the T-shirt on her left shoulder. The fabric was also dyed red.

No wonder she felt a sticky damp heat spreading on her shoulders just now, and his wound was bleeding again.

Li Qiao raised her hand to unbutton his shirt, but without saying a word, the corners of her lips were tightly pursed.

The next second, the man held her hand, raised her chin, leaned over, pressed down her handsome face, and breathed very close, "Aren't you angry?"

Li Qiao looked up at him, twitched the corners of her mouth, her voice became tense, "If you get angry again, will it appear that I am very ignorant?"

"No." Shang Yu's thin lips curled up, his thumb rubbed the delicate skin of her jaw, and his eyes burned her cheek, "In front of me, you don't need to be sensible, you can do whatever you want."

After a little awkwardness, his ability to talk love seems to have made a qualitative leap.

Li Qiao glanced at him, although she forcibly suppressed the upward curve of the corners of her mouth, her black and white deer eyes were no longer as serene and indifferent as before.

She pushed the man's hand away, and unbuttoned his shirt with one hand. The chest line with clear texture was perfect, but the gauze, which was an eyesore, was soaked with blood again.

Li Qiao frowned, with obvious displeasure in her eyes. She raised her eyebrows and looked at the playful gaze above her. She knew that he did it on purpose, but she couldn't say anything more.

"Distressed?" The man's warm palm fell on her cheek, his fingers ran through the hair behind her ear, and his deep eyes fell into the warm color of the corridor lamp, like a gentle sea of ​​ink.

Can you not feel bad?

It was a gunshot wound, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was a muscle injury.

Li Qiao pulled his wrist and walked into the room. The room layout of the guest house still maintained the style of more than ten years ago. There were two ring-shaped chairs and a round table near the window.

She pressed the man's right shoulder to let him sit down, then casually threw the brocade box that she had been holding in her palm on the table, bent down and pulled the collar of his shirt down, exposing his entire shoulder, "Who are you with?" came here?"

The little girl bent over, looked at the blood-stained gauze, frowned and met the man's eyes.

Shang Yu raised his hand to stroke the mark between her eyebrows with his fingertips, "Liuyun is next door."

"Did you bring the medicine box?" Li Qiao asked with frowned eyebrows while holding his palm.

If she didn't bring the medicine box, she considered whether to send him to the hospital.

The facilities in the guest house are not as perfect as those in the star-rated hotels. Instead of waiting for them to find the first aid kit, it is more convenient to go to the hospital.

At this time, Shang Yu didn't speak, and sat in the chair, his deep eyes reflected Li Qiao's pensive look.

The light in the room is not very bright, but it also makes each other's expressions invisible.

Shang Yu's Adam's apple rose and fell, and when Li Qiao turned around, he suddenly reached out and clasped the back of her neck with his hand, and pulled her red lips in front of his eyes.

What I wanted to do since I saw her in Nanyang last night was finally put into action at this moment.

Li Qiao didn't struggle, but paid attention to his movements.

She bent over, the man raised his head, and his lips and teeth touched, adding a touch of emotional ambiguity to the hot and hot night in Chongcheng.

The kiss didn't last long, because Li Qiao was concerned about his injury, pushed him away, pursed her lips, said "I'll go find Liu Yun", and hurried out the door.

In the quiet room, the smell of blood was getting stronger.

The man leaned against the back of the circular chair and exhaled quietly. He looked down at the bandage on his left shoulder, but unexpectedly caught sight of the small brocade box that Li Qiao put on the table.

The point is, the rubbing logo on the brocade box...

The tiger and lion of the Myanmar Special Operations Team.

Shang Yu's thin lips pursed slightly, and his gaze stayed on the brocade box for a long time.

He had never carefully investigated what happened to Li Qiao at the border, most of it came from rumors, if she wanted to, she would tell him.

But he checked the person who gave the brocade box.

He is different from Yun Li, and different from the seventh son Shen Qingye.

According to the data, he took over the post of the special execution team of the Myanmar Army for Li Qiao.

Bo Tingxiao, a man who broke off his family's engagement and stayed on the border with Burma for Li Qiao.

...

In less than two minutes, Li Qiao left and returned.

Holding a first aid kit in one hand, she hurried back, and there was not only Liuyun in the next room, but Mochizuki, Luoyu and He Chen were all there.

Obviously it was Chongcheng who came with Shang Yu.

As for He Chen, when he saw her coming in, he looked for the medicine box, and teased her while smoking a cigarette: "Sister and brother, even if you two can't help it, you can bear it a little bit, your man was injured, and this guest house... the sound insulation is really not good .”

Li Qiao returned to Shang Yu with the medicine box in her arms, and moved the small brocade box away. At least from the action, there was no sign of special treatment.

The man's eyes fell from the table to Li Qiao's face again.

The warm light always has a beautiful tone, which makes her look extraordinarily gentle.

Li Qiao skillfully took out the iodine and gauze, and then took out the medical scissors and leaned over to carefully cut off the gauze on the man's body.

When the bloody wound was exposed in front of her eyes, she still couldn't control her gaze.

The wound was in the middle of his collarbone and arm. Even though he had stitches, it still couldn't stop the bursting flesh from gurgling blood.

Shang Yu is a standard male model figure, especially the shape of his collarbone is very beautiful.

The gunshot wound destroyed the beauty of his left shoulder collarbone, Li Qiao inadvertently squeezed the tweezers tightly in her hand, wishing she could give the person who did it two more shots.

She raised her eyelids to see his expression, but unexpectedly found that the man's deep eyes were looking at her impartially.

Li Qiao's heart was stung so unexpectedly, she pursed her lips and continued to clean up the wound for him.

It took her nearly ten minutes to do something that could be done in a few minutes.

The wound was too obtrusive, and it made her heart feel blocked after seeing it.