Chapter 526: Zong Yue Passed the Test

Chapter 526: Zong Yue Passed the Test

Feng Yi flicked the cigarette ash and raised his thick eyebrows, "Haven't you done the test?"

Li Qiao still shook her head.

She has heard of the Round Table Club a long time ago. Although it belongs to one of the eight major groups of the International Club, in her eyes, it is not as attractive as the Mercenary Group.

Feng Yi looked deeply at Li Qiao, then raised his hand and patted Shang Yu's shoulder a little while ago, "Tsk, what do you think about the results of the entry test for younger siblings?"

Hearing this, the man glanced at him slowly, his plain and deep eyes seemed to say, "I still need to guess"?

Feng Yi touched his eyebrows with his hand holding a cigarette, and a smile appeared in his brown eyes, "If I didn't know who you are, I'd probably think you were the one who gave away the questions to my younger siblings."

"She doesn't need it." Shang Yu sipped his cigarette and said in a vague voice.

Li Qiao propped her forehead and drooped her eyelashes, but the corners of her mouth curved into a slight smile.

Feng Yi looked around, and before he could continue speaking, Zong Yue raised his hand and asked tentatively: "Second Uncle, have my grades come out?"

Although she felt that her IQ was not high, she took the test anyway, and driven by curiosity, she inevitably wanted to know her test result.

The end of Li Qiao's eyes twitched. This mess of seniority is really confusing.

Just now in the elevator, Shang Yu had already introduced Feng Yi's identity to her.

The second son of Earl William's family is also a real nobleman.

Even if the title is not as noble as the duke, it can be seen from Feng Yi's appearance that his father should be a native British emperor.

What's more, he is also the president of the Round Table Club, so you don't need to log in to the ICC system to know that he must also be a core member of the International Club.

At this time, Feng Yi quietly looked at Zong Yue, his eyes swept around her, "What do you think? I have been observing you since you entered the coffee shop, just a few questions, how much time did you waste?

Thirty-six questions, you got eleven wrong, and your IQ is used to fall in love? "

Zong Yue pursed her lips and stopped talking.

Don't think that your family's Jewish blood can insult my IQ casually.

Zong Yue, who was clearly the sister-in-law in front of Li Qiao, was like a primary school student who bowed his head and was being scolded. Apart from slandering a few words in his heart, he didn't dare to make any mistakes on the surface.

All of you here are elders.

Then, Li Qiao glanced at Zong Yue, looked away, and said casually, "So, sister-in-law should have passed the entry test."

She vaguely remembered that if she got 25 correct answers to the test questions of the round table club, she would be invited to join the club.

Zong Yue just answered twenty-five questions correctly.

"Cough—" Feng Yi was taken aback by Li Qiao's 'sister-in-law', and took a puff of smoke directly into his trachea.

It was only then that he remembered that the Zong family held a wedding a while ago, and the person Zong Yue married seemed to be named Li as well.

Feng Yi took a breath, and dryly gave a summary: "Well, it did pass."

Zong Yue suddenly raised his chest, with a sense of pride.

Has her IQ been recognized?

Before Feng Yi could say anything more, Shang Yu, who was silent for a long time beside him, took a cigarette and looked at him, "Take her to the restaurant downstairs first, we will be there later."

Feng Yi bit his cigarette butt at the corner of his mouth and straightened his cuffs, and responded in a vague voice, "Yes, that's fine."

As a brother, he had already seen that something was wrong with Shaoyan.

Estimated to be in love.

In less than a minute, Feng Yi took Zong Yue out the door, and the moment the door opened, he could still hear his question, "How do you get a visa? Does your third uncle know about coming here?"

In a blink of an eye, the door closed, blocking their conversation.

Falling into the silent living room again, the sound of each other's breathing can be heard quietly.

With no outsiders present, Li Qiao completely relaxed.

She was half lying on the armrest, her chin buried in the crook of her arm, and her black and white eyes depicted the clear and deep outline of the man.

Shang Yu sat in the middle of the couch, rubbing the cigarette case in his hand, and after a while, he raised his eyes and turned his head to look at Li Qiao, "Didn't you say you want to meet me at the airport?"

Because of this sentence, he ignored the possibility of her rushing to Emperor Ying.

At this time, Li Qiao's eyes were full of waves, she tilted her head and rested her arms, and gave a plausible answer, "It's the same wherever you meet."

Speaking of this matter, it is also quite wrong.

When she said that we would meet at the airport, she was actually referring to Yingdi Airport.

Li Qiao was sure that Shang Yu would find her in the first place, after all, the very advanced locator in the watch could check her geographical location in real time.

As a result, when I left the airport, I didn't see him, nor did I receive any news.

In order to delay the time, she even sat in the car and called Xia Lao Wu on purpose.

But it turned out that he really didn't know she was coming.

Now, when Shang Yu heard her words, he pursed his lips and frowned, dropped the cigarette case on the table, bent his knees, stood up, walked to her side and sat down.

The man folded his legs, turned his head to look at Li Qiao, and raised his left arm to beckon her, "Come here."

Li Qiao fell into his arms, raised her face and smiled, "I thought..."

No matter what he thought, the rest of the words were sealed in his mouth.

How long have they been gone?

Add up the back and forth, more than a week.

In the days when the two places are separated, although video calls can be made, they can be seen but cannot be touched, and we can only let our thoughts burn.

Every time Shang Yu kissed her, it was always with a strong force.

Even if there is occasional tenderness, it is not much.

For example, now.

He didn't ask for a kiss fiercely as usual, but instead gently pecked the corner of her lips like a gentle wind and drizzle.

The arms full of strength hooked her shoulders and locked them in his arms, and the gesture of bowing his head to kiss her seemed to reveal a deep and tender taste.

After the kiss was over, his thin lips pressed against Li Qiao's cheek, kissed twice, and asked hoarsely, "When did you become Tan Sri from Myanmar?"

Li Qiao pursed the numb corners of her mouth, raised the end of her eyes, "Six years ago."

The man bowed his head and looked at her, held her side face in his palm, and rubbed his thumb over her lips, "If I don't find out, are you going to tell me?"

Li Qiao glanced at him sideways and nodded truthfully, "I didn't intend to tell you, because... I thought you knew."

As soon as the first half of the sentence was spoken, Shang Yu's handsome face darkened visibly to the naked eye.

However, when he heard the second half of the sentence, the haze at the corners of his brows and eyes disappeared, and even his thin lips evoked a faint smile, "So confident in me?"

Li Qiao leaned back from his arms, opened a little distance, and looked at each other, "You really don't know?"

Although her identity has been protected and hidden in the strictest way in Myanmar, she doesn't think it will be impossible to find out with Shang Yu's ability.

Besides, when she was in Palma, Lu Xirui told the public that she had attended the Myanmar cabinet banquet, and she did not deny it.

And when Chongcheng was framed by Shang Qiongying, she also used Myanmar's relationship, and everything has long been traced.