Chapter 543 Our Eldest Brother Is Not Dead

Chapter 543 Our eldest brother is not dead

However, before Li Qiao could reply, Xia Siyu called again.

"Did you see the WeChat message I sent you, tell me you did!"

Li Qiao listened to her obviously excited voice, and was silent for a moment, "Well, I saw it."

"Ah——" Xia Siyu let out a groundhog scream, and then took a deep breath, covering her forehead, but she didn't care about her injuries, and asked ecstatically, "Is it Huizi, that one?" People are him, right?"

"right."

With Li Qiao's affirmation, Xia Siyu let out a short cry again, her surprise was beyond words, "Damn it, big brother is so awesome, he turned into Duke Charmain.

In this way, he is really not dead, Qiaoqiao, our elder brother is not dead, he is alive! ! "

Li Qiao felt as if a stone was pressed against her heart, making it difficult to breathe.

She lowered the car window and changed the subject without a trace, "How is your injury?"

At this time, Xia Siyu was half lying on the bed with her head covered, "It's nothing serious, it's just a small car accident, I can't die."

"Heal well, I will go to Yuncheng in a few days."

Xia Siyu nodded hurriedly. She was so excited that she couldn't hear the plainness in Li Qiao's tone, "Okay, I'll wait for you, come quickly, I'm already looking forward to the day when our seven sons return to the border .”

Li Qiao forced a smile, said nothing more, and leaned her head back on the chair after hanging up the phone.

The day Xia Xia was looking forward to, I'm afraid... will never come true.

Suddenly, her fingers became hot, and when she opened her eyelids, she saw Shang Yu's palm covering the back of her hand.

Li Qiao tilted her body and fell on his shoulder, smiling with long eyes, "He made a move."

And this is just his first step.

Once the identity of the Duke of Charman is exposed, his staff and helpers will definitely show a geometric growth.

This game between the Duke Xiao's family and the Parma Shang family is destined to become a confrontation between several forces.

Xiao Yehui, as expected of a military advisor, is good at strategizing.

Shang Yu's eyes were deep, and he looked down at Li Qiao, easily seeing the irony under her calm surface.

The man pursed his thin lips, leaned his head and kissed her forehead, "Don't worry too much, the person he really wants to deal with is me."

He and Xiao Yehui are old enemies, and they can also be called knowing each other and knowing each other.

This time Xiao Yehui's attack on Shen Qingye and Xia Siyu was entirely to make Li Qiao leave the British Emperor.

Now, he took the initiative to expose his identity, which was tantamount to directly declaring war on him.

Now, listening to the man's comfort, Li Qiao couldn't help turning the corner of her mouth and looking back at him, "What's the difference between him dealing with you and me?"

This is not a love story, but it is more touching than any deliberate expression of warmth.

Shang Yu's deep gaze caused a slight ripple, not wanting Xiao Yehui to occupy too much of her energy, he lowered his head and grabbed her lips, sucked them back and forth, and asked close to her, "Are you tired?"

Li Qiao's forehead was pressed against his, breathing on each other's skin, she covered her eyes, her voice muffled, "A little bit."

"Sleep, I'll call you when I get home."

Li Qiao buried her face in his neck, and when she was dazed, she thought of another thing.

For the remaining twenty pages of "The Autobiography of the Stock God", has he asked Shang Zonghai when to give it to her?

But she was too physically and mentally exhausted, and as the car drove smoothly through the streets of Nanyang, Li Qiao put aside her distracting thoughts and fell into a light sleep.

...

At the same time, the International Department of Yuncheng Hospital.

Xia Siyu was on the phone with Su Moshi, when Yun Li finished smoking and returned to the ward, what she saw was the joyful look on her face.

Yun Li calmly walked to the sofa area and took a seat, took out his mobile phone and looked at it, his lowered eyebrows revealed a bit of worry.

He was not as optimistic as Xia Siyu and the others, Hui Tsai came back from the dead, there were too many doubts.

A few minutes later, Xia Siyu put away the line, sat up from the bed with her head propped up, looked at Yun Li and collected herself, "Brother Li, you..."

Yun Li came back to his senses, met her gaze, and said to himself, "Did Qiaoqiao talk to you on the phone?"

Xia Siyu was taken aback, "Well, let's have a brief chat."

"What did she say?"

Xia Siyu recalled the content of the call with Li Qiao, "I didn't say anything, just told me that Duke Charmain is indeed Hui Zai."

Yun Li pursed his thin lips for a moment, and frowned tightly, "How is her tone?"

"Quite... peaceful."

Xia Siyu finally noticed something unusual, and after thinking about it carefully, the pretty reaction just now was indeed so calm that she couldn't hear any joy.

Thinking of this, she narrowed her eyes and moved towards the end of the bed, "Is there something wrong?"

Yun Li looked at her, his deep eyes filled with complexity, "It's hard to say, but Hui Zai's resurrection may not be as simple as you think."

As he spoke, he stood up on his knees, and when he was pacing outside the door, he said, "You take care of yourself, I have something to do, so I'm leaving first."

Xia Siyu was still thinking about the meaning of his words, when she suddenly heard that he was about to leave, she looked up, and there was only his back walking away at the door of the ward.

She didn't even give her a chance to say the words to persuade her to stay.

Xia Siyu's eyes dimmed a bit, although she was reluctant, she also knew that now was not the time to entangle her children's love.

I only blamed myself for being too careless and having a car accident, so I couldn't leave the hospital for the time being.

After calming down, Xia Siyu did think of a question worth pondering.

Since Hui Zai is not dead, why didn't he contact them?

Amnesia? Or is there another reason?

I'm afraid, at this time, the few other people couldn't imagine that the choice Li Qiao had faced before would also happen to them again.

...

It was night, and the tired Li Qiao had already fallen asleep early.

In the semi-basement lounge of the mansion, He Chen was wearing a pink shirt and black trousers, sitting at the bar counter with a frivolous manner and chatting with Shang Yu.

He took a sip of the foreign wine, his eyes fell on Shang Yu, and then he shook the glass and asked, "It seems that your trip to the British Emperor has been very rewarding. I heard from the second child that Li Qiao also knew Duke Charmain? "

The man stepped on the ground with one leg, facing the wine cabinet with his angular and handsome face, "Well, Xiao Yehui, the boss of the Border Seven."

"Pfft——" He Chen, who has always been cynical, rarely has such a gaffe. He didn't have time to swallow the foreign wine, and sprayed it directly on the bar counter, "Say it again?"

Shang Yu frowned and stared at him, disgust flashed in his deep eyes.

He Chen didn't care either. He took out a tissue and wiped his mouth, then threw it on the table again, "Duke Challman, your step-son, whom your mother has been fawning over for years, is the eldest of the seventh sons? Huh?"

The man put another ice cube into the wine glass, looked away, pursed his lips and responded, "You heard me right."

He Chen looked around, grabbed two ice cubes from the ice bucket, stuffed them into his mouth and began to chew, "What the hell is Li Qiao going to do?"

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