Chapter 550 How Do You Count On Him?

Chapter 550 How Do You Count On Him?

Li Qiao tightly squeezed the phone, no other voices could be heard in her ears, only He Chen's words kept echoing.

——He wants to treat you better than before, so good that you can rely on him and cannot do without him.

Li Qiao closed her eyes, suppressed the bitterness in her throat, wanted to speak but couldn't utter a word.

He Chen's sigh came again, "Li Qiao, he is paranoid, so he is often more sensitive than others.

Regardless of whether this is a disease or not, he will become like this, except for caring too much about you, I can't think of other reasons.

Listen to my brother's words, try to rely on him, tolerate him, and let him feel your liking clearly.

You have to know, in his life...he has never experienced a sense of security. "

"Never?" Li Qiao didn't know why she asked these words.

She believed everything He Chen said, maybe it was because she wanted to know more, or maybe it was the Nanyang merchant Shaoyan in her eyes, who was so powerful that he could cover the sky with one hand, control a city with his own power, and have unfathomable secrets. How could the forces of the dark hall have never had a sense of security.

He Chen licked his back molars, and looked at the opposite wall with slightly blurred eyes, "Yes, never. Because at the age when he needed the most security, everyone around him wanted to kill him. Make yourself stronger and give yourself a sense of security, what else can you do?"

Li Qiao didn't make a sound for a long time, He Chen finished smoking half a cigarette, and before hanging up, he asked again, "Li Qiao, I have identified you as a younger sibling, don't let us down..."

He said this very seriously, and it was full of his worries.

Pressing the end button, He Chen threw the phone on the bedside table, frowning tightly, his pupils as deep as ink.

The enchanting woman beside him who had been hanging out for a long time tentatively climbed onto his arm, "Brother Chen~"

Wen Xiangnunyu was in his arms, but He Chen suddenly lost interest.

To him, women are already playthings.

But Shaoyan was different. His affection for Li Qiao was so deep that he was shocked by it.

...

As night fell, the time pointer had reached the position of half past seven.

Li Qiao has been standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the office, without moving for a long time.

The door was pushed open behind him, Shang Yu's brows concealed a look of tiredness, his eyes were dark, and Li Qiao's slender and slender figure was highlighted more and more.

He rolled his Adam's apple, turned on the light, strode forward and hugged her from behind.

The man's body is always warm, and his arms are exceptionally strong. Just holding her like this makes Li Qiao feel a sense of security.

But how can she give Shang Yu a sense of security?

He Chen said that relying on him made him think that she couldn't do without him.

What should I do to count as relying on him?

Li Qiao sniffed the familiar breath at the end of her nose and let her body close to his chest. She looked at the arms around her and hugged his arms, "It's over?"

Her voice is hoarse.

Shang Yu hung his head from her shoulders, their cheeks pressed against each other, and the clear smell on his body became stronger and stronger, "What's wrong with your throat?"

Li Qiao coughed lightly, and when she tilted her head, the tip of her nose brushed against his jawline, "It's okay, it might be a little dry."

After saying that, the man let go of her from behind, turned around and poured a glass of warm water.

Li Qiao turned around and looked at him, a surprised light flashed across her originally silent eyebrows, relying on him...

Not long after, she took the water glass from Shang Yu, took a sip, and repeated the question just now, "Are you done?"

"Well, go to eat?" The man put one hand in his pocket, standing tall and straight in front of her. He was obviously a high-ranking master, but he took off all his masks in front of her.

Li Qiao's heart was so soft that she moved forward and approached him, pursing her lips and nodding.

"What do you want to eat?" The man turned back and walked towards the boss's desk, his deep eyes under the brow bone showed a bit of a smile, "Crystal Court?"

Li Qiao didn't know how to show her dependence on him, she simply followed him wherever he went.

As soon as Shang Yu sat down, he removed the documents on the boss's desk, and in the corner of his vision, he saw the little girl approaching, half leaning on the table, looking at him bluntly, "I don't want to eat Crystal Garden, I want to eat something else. "

This may be the first time Li Qiao expressed her wishes in front of him.

She has always been lazy, and she is more used to drifting with the flow.

All aspects of food, clothing, housing and transportation are very casual.

Hearing her answer, the man leaned back against the back of the chair, raised his head slightly, and raised his eyebrows to signal her, "For example?"

Li Qiao put the water glass on the table, leaned on the edge of the table and bent over in front of him, "Seafood bar."

She remembered that he loved to eat.

When I ate with Qiu Huan and the others before, there was always something on the table, and Parma is also rich in seafood.

At this moment, the man glanced at her right hand, raised his eyebrows and said in a low voice, "The wound hasn't healed yet."

Li Qiao's smile froze at the corner of her mouth, and she turned her head to look at the French windows.

Why was she so overwhelmed at the time that she crushed the wine glass.

From the reflection of the glass, Shang Yu saw her curling her lips in a small movement, her thin lips raised a shallow arc, and he stretched out his hand to touch her cheek, his eyes were full of doting, "Do you really want to eat?"

Li Qiao met his eyes, heard the compromise in his tone, and felt a little softer, "Yes."

The man's protruding Adam's apple rolled twice, and his palm followed her cheeks to the back of her neck, fastened it, pressed it down, and his thin lips directly engulfed hers, and sucked, "Okay, then eat seafood. "

Obviously, his principles were vulnerable to her.

...

Forty minutes later, Nanyang Seafood Restaurant.

Sitting in the box, Li Qiao looked at the steamed fish, braised fish, pickled fish, and pine nut fish on the table. She silently covered her upper half of her face and sighed.

That's it? Whose seafood is a table of fish?

The man put a piece of steamed sea bass on her plate, smiled and said nothing.

Who says he has no principles, even under the cloak of compromise, he is still domineering and strong in his bones.

Li Qiao looked at Shang Yu quietly, "Why don't you order seafood?"

The man looked at her sideways, raised his thin lips, and rubbed her head, "I'll eat it next time."

Next time, obviously after her wounds have healed.

Li Qiao's eyes flickered, she pursed her lips, and said nothing.

Her small thoughts seemed to have nothing to hide from him.

He must have guessed that she suggested eating seafood because he likes it.

Li Qiao lowered her head and took a sip of the fish soup, her broken hair hanging down her ears, also covering the frustrated frustration on her face.

It seemed that no matter what she was planning, he knew it all.

How does this create a sense of dependence?

After dinner, while Shang Yu was answering the phone, Li Qiao took his hand and played with it gently.

After a long silence, she heard the man say, "Let Zhuifeng go back to Nanyang as soon as possible."