Chapter 545: Palmamu's House

Chapter 545: Palmamu's House

Yun Li shook his head, smiled and said: "I guess. If she is willing to say everything, she won't be so tired."

Li Qiao is a person who values ​​love and righteousness too much.

She just would rather feel uncomfortable than bring too much negative emotion to those around her.

But it was her like this that made Yun Li helpless and distressed.

He really hoped that she could learn to rely on others, even if it wasn't him, anyone would be fine.

At this moment, Shang Yu propped his forehead with his fingers, and looked at Yun Li with an obscure expression on his face, "Don't ask too many questions, she can do whatever she wants."

"Well, there's nothing serious about the mercenary group recently, I plan to stay in Nanyang for a while, do you have any objection?" Yun Li asked, holding a cigarette to his lips, looking across the thin mist.

The man lowered his eyelashes unhurriedly, "It's up to you."

...

At noon, Li Qiao returned to the living room after dinner, and Yun Li had already left the mansion.

Shang Yu took the special medicine she had brought over and re-bandaged her. The wound showed no signs of inflammation, but the man's brows were still tightly frowned.

Li Qiao, on the other hand, looked down at the dark green brocade box in her hand with erratic eyes.

Not long after, the man tied a bow on her palm, Li Qiao gave him a glance, then opened the secret button of the brocade box, and the familiar fragrance of ink came out.

She stroked the rice paper with black and white characters, and turned her head to meet the man's gaze, "Uncle, did someone deliver it today?"

"A week ago."

Hearing this answer, Li Qiao twitched the corner of her mouth in surprise.

No wonder there was no movement, she thought Shang Zonghai had repented.

Li Qiao regained her composure, took out the rice paper and began to read one by one.

Indeed, as she thought, the content of the translation this time is no longer a stock market analysis and prediction.

Rather, it is more like a personal autobiography.

Li Qiao finished reading the twenty pages quickly.

But she was silent for longer than each time.

What is recorded here is...a love story that is not beautiful but thrilling enough.

Jing Yilan's lover, named Mu Aofan, is the eldest son of the Mu family, the top blue-blood nobleman in Parma, and the first heir.

From the tit-for-tat confrontation between her and Mu Aofan to the appreciation of each other later, it can be summed up in four words, love and kill each other.

Throughout the story, Jing Yilan is telling her journey of falling in love with Mu Aofan.

Mu Aofan.

Li Qiao passed the rice paper in her hand to Shang Yu, "Pamamu's family, do you know?"

The man unfolded the rice paper, browsed it from top to bottom, and replied in a deep voice, "I heard it a long time ago."

"Then now..." Li Qiao raised her eyebrows.

Shang Yu put the rice paper back into the brocade box, looked at Li Qiao with deep eyes, "It should still be there."

In the early years, the Mu family was almost in the limelight in Parma.

As the No. 1 nobleman of Parma, his power and status are top-notch existences.

It is said that the Mu family has always controlled more than half of the rare minerals in Palma, and the wealth is incalculable.

Later, the family was wiped out overnight, the Mu family changed hands, and disappeared in Parma within a few years.

However, the original residents of Parma know that the Mu family is still there, but the current ruler has chosen to hide from the world in a low-key manner and keep his wealth secret.

As for the reason why the Mu family was exterminated, almost all the patriarchs of Pama's existing top families kept secret.

Hearing this, Li Qiao sighed quietly, "In other words, the current Mu family is no longer the former Mu family."

The man leaned on the sofa, looked sideways at her thoughtful expression, raised his hand and stroked her cheek, "Do you suspect that you have something to do with the Mu family?"

Li Qiao grabbed his fingers and clenched them in her palms, and bent her lips narrowly, "That's not true, I actually want to know what kind of medicine my uncle sells in the gourd."

Shang Yu raised his thick eyebrows, held her wrist behind his back and pulled her to his side, "Then?"

"It's nothing after that." Li Qiao leaned against the man's shoulder, leaning against him as if boneless.

She rubbed the bowknot on the gauze with her left fingertips, her expression was very indifferent, "The possibility I can think of is that I am related to the female stock goddess, or... have some blood relationship."

Hearing this, Shang Yu's eyes darkened, "If there is a blood relationship, what are you going to do?"

In his heart, he absolutely does not want Li Qiao to shoulder responsibilities that should not belong to her.

A family can be wiped out, or the radiance is too bright to cause group attacks, or the foundation is not stable enough to resist foreign enemies.

No matter what the result is, it shouldn't have anything to do with his prettyness.

Li Qiao noticed the sudden change in the man's aura, and she rubbed the back of her head on his shoulder twice, "It depends on how deep the blood relationship is.

I asked the third brother before if I was a child of the Li family, and he said that when I was born, the whole family was there. "

As she spoke, she glanced at Shang Yu, who had quiet brows, pursed the corners of her mouth, and continued: "I've lived in Li's house since I can remember.

My parents and elder brothers are all my relatives. Even if I'm really not a child of the Li family, what can I change? "

Li Qiao is absolutely sensible.

It is because of her excessive rationality that is different from ordinary people that makes her look a little cold.

She has long realized that she is inextricably linked with the goddess of stocks, and I believe Shang Yu is the same.

Especially in the last translation document, Shang Zonghai actually directly wrote down the stock account of the female stock god.

This feeling similar to inheritance further confirmed her guess.

Whether it's the Mu family or the Jing family, even if there is a blood feud, it doesn't mean that she will bear it without knowing the truth.

For people and things that she has no memory, she can't give birth to feelings for nothing.

Even though these translated documents permeate her little by little like fishing for a big fish with a long line, so far, she still doesn't have much feeling.

This is like a history book, unless it can really touch her emotions, otherwise... For her, everything is just a story.

At that time, Shang Yu looked at her calm and breezy posture, and the seriousness between her brows and eyes dissipated a bit, "Do you want to continue the investigation?"

Li Qiao glanced at him, raised her lips and smiled, "Of course, you can't give up halfway. Besides, even if I don't check, my uncle will definitely send people to send translation documents, and I will still read them.

I want to know about the female stock god, not what to do.

Since I bought an autobiography for 30 billion, I always have to see what the ending will be.

Are you... worried that I will act impulsively after knowing the truth? "

The man pressed the corners of his lips seriously, and stroked the back of her head with his warm palm, and said in a soft tone, "I do have this kind of worry."

"Not at all." Li Qiao shook her head meaningfully, "Whether this autobiography can impress me is another matter. Even if the truth is what I said, I still have the right to choose."

She checked about the female stock god, just wanting to know.

In Li Qiao's heart, protecting the people around her is more important than anything else.