Chapter 484 Do You Mind that Hug?

Chapter 484 Do you mind that hug?

Why let him hug you?

Li Qiao leaned on Shang Yu's chest, and when she heard these words, she was stunned for a second.

Thinking that he didn't answer the phone or reply to the text message before, she closed her eyes, raised the corner of her mouth and pulled his neckline, "Did you see that?"

In fact, strictly speaking, she and Su Laosi are not hugs at all, and the distance between them is even more dutiful than some foreign kisses.

The man pressed his chin and squinted his eyes, and put his arms around her back tightly, "Answer my question."

Li Qiao pursed her lips into a smile, and her fingers lingered on his outline. She couldn't tell what it was like in her heart, it was like sweetness, and there was also a little helplessness.

Seeing the man's expression getting serious, Li Qiao didn't hesitate anymore, poked his handsome face with her fingers, and said with a faint smile, "He was Su Moshi, the fourth child of the Border Seven, and he..."

"Why did you let him hug you?" Shang Yu pinched her cheek with his fingers, repeating in a hoarse voice.

Li Qiao raised her eyebrows, and pulled the collar of the man's shirt with both hands evilly, "I haven't seen him for a long time..."

"You and Shen Qingye haven't seen each other for a long time." Shang Yu sat up from the sofa, bent one leg, hugged Li Qiao in his arms, bowed his head, pressed down his handsome face, and his tone became very dangerous, " And Yun Li, you never let him hug you."

Not only did she never hug her, she even let him punch her the day she met Yun Li.

As a man, as Li Qiao's man, Shang Yu knows how attractive she is.

He carefully looked at that photo afterward, no matter in posture or manner, the two of them abided by the etiquette without any overstepping.

But that doesn't mean he won't be angry or jealous.

Although I didn't check Su Moshi's identity, I knew subconsciously that he was probably the Seven Sons of the Frontier or an old friend of hers.

The problem is, she let him hold her.

Because neither Shen Qingye nor Yun Li could get the slightest response from her.

Only this Su Moshi must be different to her.

It was this difference in treatment that stirred up a thick displeasure in his heart.

He couldn't calmly accept that there was something special in her heart.

No one but himself.

It wasn't until this moment that Li Qiao realized that what he was focusing on was not Su Moshi, but the matter of their hug.

Half of Li Qiao's body was held in the arms of the man, she struggled a little, trying to find a comfortable position, but in Shang Yu's eyes, this behavior was interpreted as she didn't want him to hug her.

"Don't move." The man warned sullenly, and his arms tightened her into his arms more and more.

Li Qiao didn't move.

Burying her face in front of his chest, a short while later, a chuckle overflowed from the corner of her mouth.

Shang Yu's thin lips were almost pursed into a straight line, and when he heard her laughter, his eyes suddenly darkened.

Soon, Li Qiao's slender wrists passed through the man's waistline and hugged him, resting her chin on his shoulder, she said softly: "He is indeed different from them.

I may not have told you before, among the seven of us, Su Laosi and I have the best relationship.

He saved my life at the border, if it wasn't for him, I would have died five years ago.

Moreover, he just hugged me politely..."

The man tilted his head slightly, his chin brushed against her ear, and his deep voice became low and hoarse, "No matter how polite you are, it's a hug. If you didn't guess that he has something to do with you, do you think I would let him walk out of Nanyang alive?"

He was jealous and angry, but he didn't lose his mind.

So he didn't go to the hotel, and didn't ask any questions. He just went back to the mansion alone, trying to digest the impact of that photo on him.

He trusts Li Qiao, but this kind of trust does not allow him to unconditionally accept that she has too intimate behavior with other men.

Even if that man saved her.

At this time, Li Qiao supported the man's shoulders and pulled away from his arms, looking at his gloomy handsome face without blinking.

After a few seconds of silence, her eyes flashed, and she quickly grasped the point, "Do you mind... that hug?"

Shang Yu's handsome face sank slightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, "I can't mind?"

"Yes, of course." Li Qiao lowered her head, covered her forehead with her palms, and laughed secretly, "I thought you suspected me and him..."

The man looked at her smiling expression, his Adam's apple rolled, his warm fingers pinched her cheeks, his thin lips formed an evil cold arc, and his tone was low and slow, "What else do you want to do with him?"

Li Qiao raised her eyelids, seeing that his tight lines softened, she was jealous.

With her heart burning, she stepped forward and pecked his thin lips, "It's okay, is it worth your jealousy for such a small matter?"

Shang Yu's thick eyebrows were lightly raised, and the hand pinching her cheek secretly used some strength, the temperature in his voice continued to drop, "Small matter?"

"Of course I'm young, Su's fourth son is married." Li Qiao grabbed his wrist and squinted at him, "You're really jealous."

For a moment, there was boundless silence in the living room.

There were a little waves in Shang Yu's deep eyes, and he looked directly at Li Qiao's eyebrows, his eyes gradually became deep and dark.

Li Qiao didn't know what he was thinking, she could clearly see the subtle changes in his expression under the warm yellow light.

This overly quiet atmosphere makes people feel depressed for no reason.

Li Qiao took his hand, her joints stretched and her fingers clasped tightly, she tilted her head to look at him, and coaxed: "I just gave him a symbolic hug, nothing else, if you don't like it because of this Happy, then I will only hug you from now on."

She understands that Shang Yu's attitude towards this matter has nothing to do with trust. The root cause should be men's domineering desire to monopolize women, and paranoid symptoms cannot be ruled out.

Suddenly, she recalled the scene when she met Charles and Huo Ming.

They wanted to shake hands with her, but this man refused to let her. He was very possessive of her, and he even resisted simple physical contact with other people.

Just imagine, if she saw a photo of Shang Yu hugging a woman on the street, um... Without knowing the situation, she might not even be able to maintain his sanity.

Li Qiao was too soft-hearted, just about to speak, the man's palm had already clasped the back of her head, and he kissed her lips with his head tilted.

There was no restraint, no restraint, a very domineering kiss.

Li Qiao raised her head to accept it, hooked his neck, and responded as best she could.

The passionate kiss that lasted for a minute spread a bit of tenderness in the living room.

He was breathing heavily, rubbing the skin around Li Qiao's neck with his fingers, but his words were not gentle at all, "Remember what you just said."

Li Qiao laughed dumbfounded: "..."

The man's strength broke away the ambiguous atmosphere in the living room.