Outright Favoritism

Chapter 542 He Has Nothing to Worry About

Chapter 542 He has nothing to worry about

Bo Tingxiao took several puffs of cigarettes one after another, fell silent for a moment, and opened his lips again, "Xiaoqi, Huizi's death..."

Before she finished speaking, Li Qiao closed her eyes and smiled, "Brother Xiao, he... is not dead."

"What did you say?" His suddenly raised tone was enough to show his shock.

Countless ideas emerged from Bo Tingxiao's mind, but they still made him feel unbelievable.

How could Xiao Yehui, who had no bones left in the explosion, be still alive?

Li Qiaoyan stated a few words succinctly, and when she looked back at the night, she heard Bo Tingxiao's unbelievable voice, "He is actually the current Duke of Charmain?"

The two were silent for a long time across the phone line.

It wasn't until Bo Tingxiao forced himself to accept this fact that he said in an obscure tone: "Xiaoqi, do you suspect that the military route map has been tampered with and that the British side secretly instigated it?"

"It's not impossible." Li Qiao pinched the wine can with her injured right hand, raised her head and took a sip of beer. The cold liquid entered her throat, which made her train of thought more and more clear. The status of the duke can allow the Burmese Army to help change the system route, so you...be careful."

The status of the Duke of Charman is almost on an equal footing with members of the British royal family.

If the friendship between the two countries is used as an excuse, it is completely reasonable to ask the Myanmar military to help revise a system roadmap for a three-way zone to create the illusion of Xiao Yehui's death.

For now, according to the status and power of the Charman family in the West, it is easy to ask the supreme commander of Myanmar to change an insignificant route.

She believed that Xiao Yehui had difficulties, but she couldn't be sure that he would not attack those around her again.

"Well, I see, I will investigate this matter carefully."

Bo Tingxiao replied in a low voice, since Li Qiao gave him a hint, then following this clue, maybe we can really find the truth of the year.

...

After finishing the call, Li Qiao threw the phone by the window sill, shook the beer, her eyes were dark and colorless.

When she finished drinking the wine in the can and turned around, the bedroom door was suddenly pulled open.

Shang Yu wore a nightgown over his shoulders, and came out with messy hair.

His footsteps were hurried, even though the living room was dimly lit, Li Qiao could easily see the tension in his eyes through the moonlight.

The word nervous never fit him well.

Li Qiao's face was slightly startled, "Why do you..."

The next second, the man saw her and strode over, the nightgown draped over his shoulders swinging in a wide arc by his side.

Without even saying a word, he stepped forward and wrapped Li Qiao's waist into his arms, and his beating heart gradually calmed down.

Shang Yu, who suddenly woke up from his sleep, touched the cool side of the bed, and the uneasiness in his subconscious was aroused again.

Especially in the silent late night, the unknown panic in his heart was amplified almost instantly.

A panic of losing Li Qiao.

He hugged the person in his arms tightly, rolling his Adam's apple several times, "Why don't you go to bed so late?"

Li Qiao was pressed against his chest, her shoulders moved twice, she looked up at the way his thin lips were tightly pursed, "I can't sleep, I slept too much during the day."

After a pause, she recalled the scene just now, put her right hand around his back, and smiled, "You just...are you going out to find me?"

Shang Yu bowed his head and looked at her, without saying a word, as if acquiescing to her guess.

Li Qiao raised her eyebrows, and her lips curled slightly, "I just couldn't sleep, and I thought of something, so I called Brother Xiao by the way."

While speaking, a scent of wine gushed out.

The man's constricted pupils returned to normal in an instant. He hugged her and tightened his arms a little bit. After he relaxed, he frowned thickly, "Drinking when you're hurt?"

Li Qiao struggled to get out of his arms, and hooked his arms with her left hand, walked to the sofa and sat down, "Recently, the biological clock has been a little messed up, drinking to help sleep."

She traveled back and forth between the country and the British Emperor several times, and the time difference did not adjust at all.

Shang Yu leaned on the sofa, watched her open two more cans of beer with heavy eyes, and stroked the back of her head with his palm, "When are you going to return to China?"

Li Qiao handed him a can, and leaned back into his arms, "Listen to you."

The man hooked his lips in a calm manner, "Aren't you going to the Medical Alliance to continue communicating?"

Li Qiao turned her head, her eyes flashed with a smile, "We can communicate online in the future, you can arrange a time, I will come back with you."

If she continues to stay in Yingdi, there is no guarantee that Shang Yu will not stay to accompany her.

This is Xiao Yehui's territory, and now that they are opposed, it is impossible for her to put anyone around her in danger.

She was not afraid, only worried that he would use her to deal with Shang Yu.

Li Qiao knew very well that she and Shang Yu were each other's weaknesses, but they also wanted to be each other's armor.

...

The next day, Li Qiao followed the man on the special plane back home.

Feng Yi saw them off at the airport, and he sighed and looked away only after the plane reached an altitude of 10,000 meters.

His confidant was standing half a meter behind him, the phone rang twice, he took it out to look, then stepped forward in surprise, handed the phone to Feng Yi, "Second Young Master, look at this."

Feng Yi glanced at it with little interest, and was stunned when he saw the title and content of the Times.

The news headlines that can be called massacre occupy the entire page of the Times electronic publication.

The current Duke of Charmain will join the House of Lords from now on. The picture shows the Duke of Charmain wearing a burgundy velvet coat for the first time and wearing a crown to show his identity.

Feng Yi snatched his confidant's mobile phone, looked at it again and again, and the delicate mixed-race face also showed a trace of solemnity.

The Duke of Charlemagne's joining the House of Lords also meant...he has exposed himself to the public since then.

He has no scruples.

...

At nine o'clock in the evening Nanyang time, Li Qiao got off the plane sleepily and followed Shang Yu into the carriage, her expression still a little dazed.

She lazily turned off the airplane mode of the phone, and when the signal was restored, the phone began to vibrate continuously.

Multiple text messages and WeChat messages and missed call notifications kept flashing on the screen.

Most of them came from Su Moshi, Xia Siyu and others.

Li Qiao opened WeChat and clicked on the top chat box.

It belongs to Xia Siyu.

There were more than a dozen WeChat messages lying in it, and there was a picture among them, which was a photo reproduced by domestic global news.

The content is the real photo of the Duke of Charlemagne, who appeared in the media for the first time.

That gorgeous and extravagant red velvet palace dress with a crown, even if he looks Asian, is a real noble duke.

Li Qiao briefly glanced at Xia Siyu's message, countless question marks took up most of the screen.

She exited the chat box and read the unread messages of Su Lao Si and Shen Lao San, and they were basically the same.

Li Qiao turned her head and looked out the window, sarcasm but also complicated.

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