Chapter 555 Interpol Song Laoliu

Chapter 555 Interpol Song Laoliu

The man leaned on the back of the low stool, his deep eyes fell on her, "Don't you like it?"

"Not to mention." Li Qiao refilled the tea with the teapot, and glanced at him, "I haven't worn a cheongsam, and I don't need to wear it on any occasion."

Shang Yu's thin lips raised a meaningful arc, crossed the low table and hooked her finger, "Didn't you wear it?"

Li Qiao wanted to shake her head subconsciously, but a picture suddenly flashed in her mind, and she fell silent.

On the day of the engagement banquet, she seemed to be wearing a burgundy dress in the style of a cheongsam.

Mmm, burgundy.

What did he say then?

It's too pretty.

Li Qiao licked the corner of her mouth, narrowed her eyes, and examined him, "Do you want me to wear cheongsam from now on?"

Shang Yu shook his head slowly, "Only wear it at home."

Li Qiao turned her face away and glanced outside the cabin, then looked back at him again, couldn't help laughing, "Wear it for you?"

"otherwise?"

This is a matter of course.

Li Qiao propped her forehead and laughed for a long time.

Of course, she did not expect that on the night when the cheongsam was rushed out and sent to Nanyang, when she walked in front of a man in a curvaceous handmade cheongsam for the first time, everything was out of control. Torn by him.

Torn on the bed.

...

The next day, the two of Li Qiao went to a resort in the suburbs. Standing in the lush green mountain wetland, they felt particularly open-minded.

As the evening approached, the sky was covered with a thin layer of clouds, and Li Qiao and Shang Yu also set off on their way home.

During the two days in Longhuai, they wandered all over the streets and alleys of the ancient city, and sat on a cruise ship to feel the misty rain in Suzhou and Hangzhou.

Although the time was short, there was no outside disturbance in these two days. Immersed in the beautiful scenery of Suzhou and Hangzhou, the comfortable and comfortable atmosphere did soothe the inner anxiety.

When the plane climbed to an altitude of 10,000 meters, Li Qiao watched Longhuai City gradually shrinking in the porthole, she bent her lips and smiled, closed her eyes and leaned against the back of the chair to catch up on sleep.

At nine o'clock at night, the plane landed in Nanyang.

Li Qiao turned off the airplane mode of her phone, and a message popped in.

Song Laoliu: I am in China

The content is concise and concise, without even punctuation marks, which is very in line with Song Laoliu's style.

Li Qiao concentrated for a few seconds and replied to him: I am in Nanyang.

Song Laoliu: OK

Li Qiao looked at the chat box, pursed her lips and sighed.

As an Interpol, Song Laoliu has been traveling between countries for a long time. Even if she didn't tell him about Xiao Yehui, he must know about it.

However, the time when he came to China was a bit of a coincidence.

Su Yujing said that the Interpol has been tracking the whereabouts of the thief Mo Jue, and he might be talking about Song Laoliu.

...

Time flies, three days have passed.

The days were flat without any waves, in short, nothing happened.

Xiao Yehui's resurrection from the dead was like a ridiculous dream, nothing changed after waking up from the dream.

But under this calm surface, more turbulent waves seemed to be brewing.

At noon that day, Zong Yue came to the research institute to find Li Qiao for dinner.

After registering with the doorman downstairs, she carried the insulated lunch box and went to the third floor.

Li Qiao was waiting for her at the stairs in a white coat, when she saw the lunch box in her hand, she raised her eyebrows.

Zong Yue held the lunch box in one hand, raised her head and smiled brightly, "Qiaoqiao, I'm here to find you for dinner."

Li Qiao put her hands in her pockets and stared at her, "You did it yourself?"

"That's right." Zong Yue trotted up the steps, clapping the lunch box in his hand like offering a treasure, "I'm free these days anyway, and I happen to be studying recipes at home. I made four dishes today. You can taste them later. Sample."

Li Qiao: "..."

She thought that the sister-in-law came to see her for dinner, but she didn't expect that she came to 'test the poison'.

As a novice cook, Li Qiao felt that she couldn't have too much hope.

A few minutes later, the two were sitting in the conference room, Li Qiao sucked the cucumber slice in her mouth, neither swallowed nor spit it out.

A plate of fried cucumber with eggs, why is it so bitter?

Bitter scalp tingling.

Looking back at Zong Yue, he was looking at her expectantly, with stars in his eyes, "How is it? Is it delicious?"

Li Qiao swallowed the whole slice of cucumber like a gulp, turned her head slightly, and asked her soul torture, "Did you taste it yourself?"

Zong Yue shook his head solemnly, "No, I specially made it for you according to the recipe."

She really didn't eat, she just wanted to prepare it and send it to Qiaoqiao as soon as possible, so that she wouldn't have to wait too long.

Li Qiao put down her chopsticks silently, "Have you ever done it for elder brother?"

Zong Yue still shook his head, "If you think it's delicious, I'll make it for him at night."

Li Qiao felt like a guinea pig trying to eat.

She swallowed her throat, feeling the bitterness still lingering in her throat, "Sister-in-law, you should... work hard in the future."

Zong Yue glanced at the good-looking stir-fried vegetables on the table, and then at Li Qiao's indescribable expression, she blinked, picked up another pair of chopsticks, picked up a mouthful of the vegetables and put them in her mouth.

Then, throw up.

"Cough, it's so bitter." Zong Yue's face was wrinkled into a ball. Stir-fried cucumbers with eggs are not fried bitter melons. Where does the bitter taste come from?

Li Qiao straightened her face and changed the topic, "I chose two companies for you."

Zong Yue, who was still depressed, suddenly burst into joy, "Ah? Two?"

"Well. The first one is the scientific research institute. Although there is no establishment, it will also sign a formal labor contract. The position is a personnel specialist, and there is no need to work overtime, eight in the morning and five in the evening.

The second one is a fund company with the same position, 9 in the morning and 6 in the morning, and you may need to work overtime at ordinary times. The company is located in Nanyang Science and Technology Park. "

The nature of the two jobs is similar, only the office location is different.

The research institute itself is in the development zone, not far from Jingwan Villa.

But the fund company is located in the science and technology park, and it takes 40 minutes to drive without traffic jams.

Zong Yue was a little undecided. After thinking for a long time, he was still undecided.

Seeing this, Li Qiao gathered the coat in front of her and suggested to her: "You don't need to rush to make a choice, I will send you the company introduction later, you can think about it slowly."

Zong Yue breathed a sigh of relief, nodded and began to clear the table, "Then let me think about it first, can I give you an answer tomorrow?"

"Okay, no rush."

...

Out of apology, Zong Yue dragged Li Qiao out to have a big meal.

After dinner, Li Qiao returned to the scientific research institute, but before she entered the door, the phone in her pocket rang.

It's an unfamiliar number.

She watched it for a few seconds, and when she answered, a familiar yet unfamiliar old-fashioned voice came from inside, "Zai Zai, where are you?"

Song Laoliu is rigid and serious.

She has a poker face and calls her Zai Zai all the year round.

Li Qiao stood in the lobby downstairs, smiling with downcast eyes, "Are you in Nanyang?"

"Just arrived, Gate 6 of the airport, come to pick me up?"

As an Interpol, Song Laoliu speaks and does things with a firmness that cannot be rejected.

Li Qiao glanced at the time on the watch, "Take a taxi and come here, Nanyang Research Institute."

Song Laoliu was silent for a second, "Oh, I see."