Chapter 532 What He Is Worried About Is that Person

Chapter 532 What he is worried about is that person

Shang Yu took her hand and squeezed it in the palm of his hand. The wet and cool touch seemed to calm the fluctuations in his heart.

The Earl's Cavaliers have already driven away all the other people in the square.

Feng Yi strode over, stood next to Shang Yu, and said to the front without saying a word: "Zong Yue, you are almost done."

At this time, the fight between Zong Yue and the black boss was completely unilateral crushing and beating.

The fist-to-flesh beating method beat the burly man over 1.9 meters like a third grandson.

As long as you see her movements, you will hug your head with your hands and legs to protect your crotch like a conditioned reflex.

Zong Yue felt that his blood was boiling, and the voice in his ears gradually became distant, as if he had returned to the military headquarters, sweating profusely in sparring on the sunny training ground.

until--

Feng Yi couldn't stand it anymore, stepped forward and pressed Zong Yue's shoulder with one hand, and with a little force, she released her offensive, and a chilly voice sounded above her head, "Stand up for me."

Zong Yue's breathing was disordered, and her hair was sticking to the sides of her cheeks. It took a long time to recover and looked up at Feng Yi, "Second Uncle? When did you come?"

Feng Yi's temples twitched twice, and he patted the back of her head, "Go and wipe your hands, I'll take care of the rest."

Zong Yue let out an 'oh', and turned around reluctantly and took two steps, but her legs softened and she almost didn't kneel down in the street.

The adrenaline rushes through intense fighting without pain and fatigue.

This calms down, and the relaxed muscles tire her out in an instant.

Zong Yue shuffled to Li Qiao, glanced at Shang Yu with a cold face, swallowed, and took out a wet towel from his bag to wipe his face and hands without saying a word.

As soon as she tore open the package, she thought of something again, quickly opened the wallet, and looked at the cards in the interlayer.

Seeing that the card Li Jun gave her was still lying quietly inside, she immediately smiled with relief.

Li Qiao didn't notice these details, but saw her soft steps, she simply got up and left the motorcycle, and pulled Zong Yue along the way, "Sit down and rest."

Zong Yue leaned on the motorcycle and breathed calmly. After a while, he turned his head and asked Li Qiao, "Are you not injured?"

"No."

After the words fell, a gloomy and unhappy gaze floated from the top of his head.

Zong Yue took a deep breath, glanced at Shang Yu's deep and deep gaze, pursed his mouth and stopped talking.

Uncle Shaoyan seemed angry.

Today's incident was indeed caused by her.

Zong Yue carefully hid beside Li Qiao, trying to reduce her sense of existence.

After about ten minutes, several speeders were taken away by the Cavaliers.

The originally noisy slum square has also become extremely quiet.

Shang Yu put his arms around Li Qiao's shoulders and led her to his motorcade.

Su Moshi and the two of them whispered a few words, and then led the two bodyguards back to the commercial vehicle along the original road.

Zong Yue hugged her purse and followed Feng Yi without saying a word. After thinking twice, she said eagerly, "Second Uncle... Can you not tell me Third Uncle and Grandpa what happened today?"

Feng Yi glanced at her sideways, "You mean... the incident that almost killed a black man?"

Zong Yue: "..."

How can it be so exaggerated, she just beat for a long time, how could she be killed.

Feng Yi understood her subtext in almost a second, "The news came from the Cavaliers just now that the black man broke five ribs."

Zong Yue lowered his head, hugged his bag tightly and never spoke again.

...

On the way back, Li Qiao leaned lazily on Shang Yu's shoulder, and the street lights on both sides of the avenue occasionally leaked in, casting an ambiguous haze in the carriage.

The man raised his arms and took her into his arms. His broad arms were solid and powerful, "How many days will we have to communicate in the Medical Union?"

Li Qiao half-closed her eyes, clutching his fingers from her shoulders, "It will take at least a week. If Nanyang has something to do, you might as well go back first, and you don't need to stay here with me."

Shang Yu didn't speak, leaned on the back of the chair and turned his eyes to look out the window.

After a long time, he spoke in a deep and unquestionable voice, "No hurry, we'll get back together after you finish the exchange."

Li Qiao looked at him with raised eyebrows, thought for a few seconds, and asked tentatively, "Are you worried that the Challman family will deal with me?"

That's why he procrastinated and refused to return to Nanyang.

The light from a street lamp outside the window happened to fall on the man's face. In the half-bright light, Li Qiao somehow couldn't understand what the flashing deep meaning in his eyes represented.

Shang Yu just stared at her with lowered eyes, and his thin lips were tightened and loosened several times, revealing some unspeakable meaning.

This was an expression Li Qiao had never seen on his face.

In just a few seconds, the time was stretched infinitely.

Li Qiao tried to ask, but Shang Yu reached out and clasped the back of her head, holding her in his arms, his voice low and slowly overflowing from his thin lips, "Even if they deal with you, they may not be able to take advantage of you .”

It's just... I'm afraid you won't be able to bear some cruel truths.

Step by step, careful arrangements, still failed to prevent her from appearing in the British Emperor.

He claimed to be exhaustive, but still underestimated her true strength.

From the beginning to the end, what he worried about was never the Challman family, but that person.

...

The night is like thick ink, and in the suite of the Royal Hotel, it is inevitable that there will be a lingering death.

In recent days, Li Qiao lived directly in the town of Mies for the convenience of studying.

And Shang Yu seems to be very busy, in the same city, there is not much time to see each other.

Coupled with the time they spent in the country before, they have not been intimate for nearly half a month.

Clothes were scattered messily on the ground, and under the warm yellow light was an undulating figure.

Li Qiao didn't know what was wrong with him, it seemed that there was nothing wrong, but her emotions seemed tense all the time.

Just like at this moment, he was propping up the bed, holding her face in both hands, but looking down at her with his deep eyes, as if he wanted to look into the depths of her soul.

Even his movements continued, even though his breathing was slightly chaotic, his expression was absolutely calm.

Li Qiao's eyes were blurred, and she traced his outline with her fingertips, "What are you looking at?"

It was a bit difficult for her to speak, her face was full of blush, she forcibly suppressed some screams, and finally managed to hold her breath and asked a question.

The man slipped his Adam's apple, rubbed his thumb against her skin, pressed down his handsome face and kissed her brow, then buried his head in the crest of her neck, his voice was hoarse, "Call me."

Li Qiao whispered his name, one after another.

Later, he held her earlobe, and said in a hoarse voice, "Qiaoqiao, no matter what happens, you must tell me, huh?"

Li Qiao looked at the flickering lights above her head, closed her eyes and followed his instructions, "Okay..."

An extreme joy. Love, almost exhausted all her physical strength.

Before falling into a deep sleep, Li Qiao vaguely heard the vibration of her phone, but she was so tired that she closed her eyes anyway.