Chapter 466 Stock God Account

Chapter 466 Stock God Account

The marriage between Li Qiao and Shang Yu was settled in Shang Zonghai's calm tone.

It was too smooth, which also gave Li Qiao a strange idea, as if no matter which son she was engaged to, Shang Zonghai would be happy to see it happen.

Even if she and Shang Lu had just divorced a few months ago, it seemed harmless to him.

After dinner, Shang Zonghai and Li's couple were still chatting in the rest area, Li Qiao walked out of the Lan Hall silently, and came to the Bise Garden in the backyard without knowing it.

She stood in a red dress in a lush green garden, looking at a banana tree in a daze.

There were footsteps approaching behind her, but Li Qiao didn't turn her head back, and in a blink of an eye, there was a warm patch on her back.

She stood still, but leaned back into the man's arms.

"Why did you run out alone?" Shang Yu's low and mellow voice seemed to add a touch of coolness to Zhong Xia, he looked down at Li Qiao's faint expression, and couldn't figure out what she was thinking for a while.

Li Qiao sighed silently, resting her head on his shoulder, clutching the banana leaf with her fingers, "Just walk around and think about something along the way."

She actually felt like she was being manipulated.

From the moment she and Shang Yu made it public until now, whether it's the attitude of her parents or Shang Zonghai's attitude, everything seems to be taken for granted.

Is it just because this person is Shang Yu?

"What are you thinking?" The man had already taken off his suit at this time, and he was only wearing a simple black shirt with a slightly open neckline. His tall and straight body almost surrounded her in his arms.

Li Qiao felt the heat of being close to each other, shook her head, and swallowed the words that lingered on her lips, "It's nothing, just thinking about it."

...

At 2:30, the luncheon ended, and the two sides set off on their way home respectively.

In the Rolls motorcade, Shang Zonghai turned his head and landed on Shang Yu with his elite eyes, "Did she say anything to you about your marriage with the girl?"

The man leaned on the backrest with his legs crossed, slowly opened his eyelids, and replied in a low voice, "No."

"En." Shang Zonghai pondered for a few seconds, and then said meaningfully: "Since she didn't say it, then don't mention it for the time being. Now is not a good time for you to get married."

Shang Yu narrowed his eyes and raised his brows, and there was a half-smile on his thin lips, "Didn't you say that everyone is according to us?"

Shang Zonghai glanced at him sideways, and took off the Buddhist beads on his wrist and fiddled with them twice, "I said that to the girl, the marriage is settled, if I say that I won't let you get married now, she will think too much about it.

Marriage is a matter between the two of you. As long as you don't mention it for a while, the child will not rush you. "

"Reason?" The man's deep eyes are like a dark sea, seemingly without waves, but the bottom of his eyes is full of waves.

Shang Zonghai twirled the prayer beads and was silent for a few seconds. He didn't answer bluntly, but said something plausible, "In short, as long as the two of you are together well, there is no need to rush to get married."

Shang Yu looked at him gravely, turned his head to look out the window, and pursed his lips inexplicably, "Really? Then what's going on with the second brother of the Li family? What did you say that made them laugh so cautiously?"

Hearing the sound, Shang Zonghai stared straight ahead without any surprise, "Did you see it?"

The man raised his hand and pulled off his collar, his eyes were still on the window, and his voice was low, "You don't have anything to say?"

Shang Zonghai didn't make a sound for a long time, until the car drove into the Nanyang Mountains, he said quietly: "I will tell you when I have to. For now, you just need to protect the little girl for me."

Shang Yu slowly looked back and met his gaze, the eyes of the father and son met, one was cold and deep, the other shrewd and sophisticated.

Shang Zonghai took off his glasses, leaned against the back of the chair and half-closed his eyes, "Let's not talk about this. Tell me first, I heard that the woman came to Nanyang some time ago, what did she do this time?"

...

Li's villa.

Li Qiao followed the Li family couple into the living room, and the driver and housekeeper behind them were still holding various brocade boxes.

There are not many things, but any one you take out is priceless.

Li Qiao nestled casually on the single sofa, her eyes were calm, neither cold nor hot.

Duan Shuyuan bumped Li Guangming's arm and pouted in Li Qiao's direction.

The couple pushed and shoved wordlessly, and finally Li Guangming asked, "What's the matter, daughter? What are you thinking?"

Li Qiao didn't make a sound, and didn't even fluctuate in her expression.

Li Guangming frowned, looked at Duan Shuyuan with her chin raised, meaning, it's your turn.

Duan Shuyuan glared at him, got up and walked to Li Qiao, touched her cheek, "Baby, why don't you talk?"

"Huh?" Li Qiao came back to her senses suddenly, looked up at her, a little dazed, "Mom, what's wrong?"

Li Guangming pinched the bridge of his nose and breathed a sigh of relief.

I thought my daughter had noticed something, but she was distracted.

Duan Shuyuan took advantage of the opportunity to sit beside Li Qiao, carefully sizing up her eyebrows, "I finally got engaged, aren't you happy?"

Li Qiao raised her eyebrows, "I'm not unhappy, I'm just thinking about something."

She didn't say any more, after sorting out her emotions, she picked up the dark green brocade box from the coffee table and went upstairs.

Duan Shuyuan looked at the other betrothal gifts on the table, and called out behind her: "Qiaoqiao, where do you want to put these things? Mom will bring them to you?"

Li Qiao stood at the top of the stairs and glanced back, shaking her head uninterestedly, "No, keep it."

Those things are not as attractive to her as the translated documents.

The Li family couple stared blankly at the brocade box on the table, their eyes met, somewhat embarrassed.

They dare not accept the betrothal gift from Mr. Shang.

And they have already learned from the previous conversation that the value of these gifts is immeasurable.

To put it bluntly, just that one Oppenheimer blue diamond is worth more than 500 million yuan, not to mention other jewelry sets.

"Go to Nanyang Private Bank to open an account and save it for your daughter." Li Guangming took the green tea handed by the servant, took a sip, and suggested to Duan Shuyuan.

Duan Shuyuan nodded without thinking, "Well, I'll go in the afternoon."

...

In the room, Li Qiao sat at the table, opened the brocade box and smelled the fragrance of ink.

Same as last time, Shang Zonghai still wrote the other 20 pages of translation of "The Autobiography of the Stock God".

She took a cursory look, and because she had no hope, she was inevitably surprised when the account name and transaction password appeared on the last page.

The content of these twenty pages is also a unique insight into the stock market.

But is this stock god so big-hearted? He even wrote down his account password for position trading in his biography.

If Shang Yu hadn't photographed it, it would have fallen into someone else's hands...

The question is, after all these years, is the account still there?

Li Qiao's eyes fell deeply on the account and password. After reading it, she put the brocade box back on the side.

In less than half an hour, she changed her clothes, took off her make-up, took a shower, took the brocade box and went out.