Chapter 540 Between You and Him, I Choose Him

Chapter 540 Between you and him, I choose him

She suddenly couldn't be sure whether this text message came from him.

Because, it is indeed too low-level.

Li Qiao rolled her throat, not wanting to continue this meaningless conversation.

After all, none of them can convince anyone.

She put her legs down, picked up the phone from the table, turned around and paced towards the door.

Behind him, Xiao Yehui suddenly asked in a low voice, "Xiaoqi, have you made a decision yet?

With her back to him, Li Qiao slowed down her pace for a few seconds, "You are right, now, our positions are indeed different."

She answered his questions and also expressed her choices.

Xiao Yehui's body shook, and he looked sideways at her back, a self-deprecating smile finally appeared on his gentle and peaceful face, "You know the consequences of choosing him, right?"

He said this interrogative sentence in an indescribable statement tone.

Li Qiao stepped forward again calmly, and the moment she held the doorknob, she said softly: "I believe you had a hard time back then.

I also believe everything you said to me today. But sorry, Duke Charmain, between you and him, I choose him. "

Since Shang Yu was her first choice, then he will be her only choice in the future.

Even if she wants to be an enemy of the entire Charman family, she can't back down halfway.

Because of him, he hurt Shen Qingye and Xia Siyu, no matter the means or original intention, if he hurts, he hurts.

In an instant, the door opened and closed.

Xiao Yehui was the only one left in the huge study room, looking at the window and forming a pair of shadows.

He suddenly shook his head and laughed, and for the first time felt a subtle jealousy and hatred towards Shang Shaoyan.

It's not good to choose who, why is it Li Qiao, one of the seven sons.

The people he used to protect with his life turned into enemies after all.

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Outside the corridor, Feng Yi and Shang Yu were still smoking.

The longer Xiao Yehui went in, the faster Shang Yu smoked.

Feng Yi chatted with him from time to time, but most of the men were perfunctory.

He could utter bold words to Xiao Yehui, but his sensitive heart and extreme lack of sense of security still made him not sure about Li Qiao's choice.

There is a lifelong friendship between her and Xiao Yehui.

Between her and him, besides love, what else is there?

If she chooses Xiao Yehui, then if he gives her his life, can he call her back?

These uneasiness bred from the bottom of my heart ran rampant in Shang Yu's body.

He even began to regret letting them meet alone with such a conceited and generous heart.

Too many negative emotions enveloped Shang Yu, so that when the door opened, he was still trapped in his own imagination and couldn't extricate himself.

Feng Yi was the first to see Li Qiao. As he examined her, he could not find any trace of the expected pain, disappointment, sadness, etc. on her face.

He seemed relieved, and reminded the man beside him, "Come out."

Shang Yu's drooping eyelids suddenly opened, and when he raised his eyes, he met Li Qiao's black and white deer eyes.

Maybe he smoked too much, his already low voice became hoarse, "Are you done talking?"

Li Qiao raised her eyebrows, walked up to him naturally, put her left hand into his palm, "Well, let's go."

Shang Yu clenched her cold fingers tightly, and turned his head to look at Feng Yi, who immediately understood, "I have someone prepare dinner downstairs, let's go to the side hall to have a bite."

Tonight's noble dinner had already started half an hour ago.

They will obviously break the etiquette rules in the past now.

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Downstairs in the private banquet hall, in front of a square table, Feng Yi watched with twitching eyes as Shang Yu cut steak for Li Qiao, and brought it to her mouth with a fork.

One feeds, one eats, the division of labor is very clear.

It's not that he hasn't eaten with them before, but as for doing it himself?

Feng Yi glanced at Li Qiao's injured right hand, then looked at the food on Shang Yu's plate that he hadn't touched since the meal, he cleared his throat, "Shaoyan, I'll arrange a servant..."

"Need not."

Feng Yi: "..."

He held the knife and fork in both hands, shook his head and began to cut the steak by himself, "Sister and sister, tell me, how did you come to the British Emperor this time?"

He had been with Shaoyan just now, and he didn't have a chance to go to the Dam Hall downstairs to inquire about the situation.

How did Li Qiao return to the British Emperor, and how did she come to Earl William's Mansion so quietly?

It can't be flying into the sky and escaping from the ground.

At this moment, Li Qiao took the fork from Shang Yu's hand, and was about to speak when the cell phone in her hand rang.

When she connected, she called out in Burmese, "Uncle Wu."

Feng Yi didn't understand, but Shang Yu looked at her with raised eyes, and his deep eyes flashed across.

Li Qiao just said a few words, then got up and walked out. During this time, she kept on talking.

Driven by curiosity, Feng Yi also put down the knife and fork, patted Shang Yu on the shoulder, and pouted towards the door, "Go, go and have a look."

At the entrance of the side hall, Li Qiao walked through the glazed door, took a few glances and saw the figure diagonally opposite.

She walked over with the hem of her skirt, and Feng Yi finally saw the other party clearly, "Is that... Prince Wu Lu from Myanmar?"

Burmese politicians who recently visited the UK heard that they were also invited to this noble dinner tonight.

The point is, that person's status in Myanmar is like that of the Charman family in the British Empire, absolutely superior.

Prince Wu Lu is over fifty years old, although he is not as tall as Westerners, but he has been immersed in high positions all the year round, and he has an inviolable aura about him.

Don't get angry and prestige, you can tell at a glance that you are a superior person who is used to controlling.

Myanmar and Britain have always maintained very good diplomatic relations, and one can get a glimpse of it from the visa-free policy.

At this time, behind Prince Wu Lu stood a number of knights, which were unique to the British imperial family, responsible for protecting his travel safety.

Feng Yi watched Li Qiao walk over with his own eyes, and saw Prince Wu Lu's originally kind expression suddenly sullen expression when he caught a glimpse of her injured right hand, and he felt as if he had drunk fake wine.

Why did she know Prince Wu Lu?

Who is she? Are you sure it's a human?

Feng Yi turned his head mechanically, looking at the man's clear profile, "Prince Wu Lu is reprimanding your woman, right?"

"Yeah." Compared to his trance, Shang Yu looked much calmer and calmer.

Feng Yi blinked, walked forward a few steps, checked again and again, and finally believed his own eyes.

The serious politician was indeed reprimanding Li Qiao in a low voice. Although he couldn't understand what he said, Feng Yi had already made up the general content of the conversation from their body movements and expressions.

For example: "Why are you running around? Do you know what occasion this is?"

Another example: "You are such an old man, do you understand the rules?"

Of course, the plot that Feng Yi made up based on the scenes he saw was entirely his own.

The real conversation between Prince Wu Lu and Li Qiao was like this, "You child, I haven't noticed you for a few minutes, why are you injured again? Is it serious, what did the doctor say?"

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