Chapter 601 Are You Afraid that I Will Hurt You Again?

Chapter 601 Are you afraid that I will hurt you again?

As much as Shang Yu blamed himself in his heart, he behaved so cautiously at this moment.

Don't dare to touch it, don't dare to look at it.

In his eyes, those traces were all his 'criminal evidence'.

At this time, Li Qiao didn't wait for Shang Yu's answer, so she couldn't help but look sideways at the man behind her.

His eyes were intertwined with darkness, his clear and handsome outline was gray and silent, and all the expressions that should not appear on his face were present at this moment.

Li Qiao licked the corners of her dry lips, took his hand, and dragged it to the bed with little strength, "Come to sleep with me."

The tone can be said to be very firm.

Shang Yu didn't refuse, and lay down on his side almost obediently, but his dark eyes were tightly locked on Li Qiao.

Aren't you afraid that I'll hurt you again?

This sentence lingered on his lips, and he wanted to ask it several times, but he couldn't speak out as if he was too late.

until--

Li Qiao lifted the quilt to cover him, grabbed his shirt and dragged it into the bed, and finally put his arm on the pillow, a series of movements flowed like flowing water, very natural.

Finally having had enough tormenting, she let out a small cry, hugged his waist, raised her head and kissed the man's sharp chin, then closed her eyes and fell asleep.

From the beginning to the end, she showed the same intimacy and trust as usual.

Not prepared, not disgusted, even though the shirt on his body still smelled of blood and dust, Li Qiao habitually leaned into his arms.

Shang Yu closed his eyes, the frequency of his Adam's apple slipping was completely messed up.

His arms, which had not fallen for a long time, finally rested on her shoulders through the thin quilt, patted her gently, and coaxed her to sleep.

The morning sun climbed from the east, and the two of them slept deeply on the bed in the dormitory with their foreheads pressed against each other.

...

Near noon, Li Qiao woke up.

It was cool to the touch beside the bed, and there was no sign of Shang Yu in the poorly equipped dormitory.

She sat up and stretched her muscles and bones twice. Except for a dull pain in her side waist, her other injuries were basically negligible.

The medicine that Achang took yesterday was a special medicine for physical recovery that had been stored in the poor kiln.

It was also made by her and Xia Laowu back then, but I don't know if it has expired or not.

Li Qiao lowered her head and looked at her palms. Anyway, she was still alive, so she just couldn't kill anyone.

Not long after, Li Qiao took a simple bath, stood in the bathroom and tilted her head to look at the injury on her side waist. The bruises were serious, including many bruises on her arms and legs.

She curled her lips, didn't care, put on her clothes, opened the small cloth bag and poured out a few pills from it, and went out after eating.

Near the playground outside the dormitory building, a helicopter was parked at this time.

There is a cumbersome logo on the fuselage, which looks like a vase from a distance, but looks like a ghostly symbol when viewed up close.

Li Qiao took a few casual glances, and in a flash from the corner of her eye, she saw two tall and tall figures standing near the office building not far away.

Li San saw her first, frowned, and reprimanded her in a low voice, "Why don't you lie on the bed?"

Li Qiao walked over unhurriedly, and the moment Shang Yu turned around to look back, she raised her eyebrows and asked, "When did you get up?"

Li San who was ignored: "..."

Shang Yu stared at her, raised his foot and walked over.

Under the sun, the man's tall figure stood in front of her, blocking the setting sun above his head.

He looked at the blue fingerprints on her chin, and pursed his thin lips, "It's less than ten o'clock."

Li Qiao held his hand naturally, and frowned, "Why don't you get up so early, why don't you sleep a little longer?"

He touched his hand at the market last night, and then returned to the factory and suffered another attack, which can be described as a double torture of physical strength and mental strength.

No matter how good your physical fitness is, you won't be able to handle it.

The man curled his lips and smoothed the wrinkles in her eyebrows with his fingertips, "I'm not tired."

Li Qiao squinted at him, walked up to Li San frankly with the wound on her face that had not yet healed, and pouted at the helicopter, "Whose is that?"

Li San held the cigarette to his lips, glanced at Shang Yu from the corner of his eye, "Ask Shaoyan."

Li Qiao raised her eyebrows in surprise, before she could speak, the third assistant, Wei Lang and Nan Yu came out from behind the office building.

how to say.

When each of them saw Li Qiao, they looked at her with indescribable expressions.

admiration? admire? awe?

Li Qiao couldn't understand.

At lunch time, several people sat in the office and had a simple meal.

Li San held the chopsticks in his hand, his eyes flicked between Shang Yu and Li Qiao, "Leave this afternoon?"

"Hmm." The man responded.

Li Qiao was slightly surprised, turned her head and asked, "Where are you going?"

Back to Nanyang?

"Heal your wounds." Shang Yu handed her a bowl of bone soup, and seeing her doubts, he put his palm on her head and rubbed it, "Heal your wounds before returning to Nanyang."

Li Qiao said 'oh', took the soup and drank it in small sips.

At this time, Nan Yu was gnawing ribs, she had no image at all, she took out a napkin and wiped her hands, then raised her head and asked, "Honey, who bit your shoulder?"

Shang Yu's hand rested on the plate, even his joints were slightly white.

Li San saw his sudden change of expression, and vaguely guessed a possibility.

The person involved, Li Qiao, was still drinking the bone soup leisurely, and took the time to answer, "Dan Min."

Nan Yu sneered knowingly, "I knew it must be her, narrow-minded, and her means are too low-level. Does she have something on her leg?"

Otherwise, it would be impossible to kick the pretty side to the bone.

"Well, the knee pads are covered with iron."

Nan Hao wanted to slap the table with righteous indignation, but before his hand touched the table, a rib was stuffed into his mouth.

Li San looked at the ribs in her mouth, licked the corner of her mouth, "Eat your meal."

...

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Li Qiao and his party were about to leave the factory.

Before leaving, she went back to the dormitory and put the documents, medals and medicine bags that Bai Yan had given her into her briefcase, and went out with them.

Not long after, she walked out the door slowly, and there were a few bodyguards squatting in the corner smoking together.

Their words attracted Li Qiao's attention.

"What does it mean that the underground boxing gym was destroyed by... the group?"

"I heard that it seems that I can't afford to lose money, which makes people feel desperate."

"How did it work?"

"It is said that the boxing gym lost a match. In addition to the amount paid by the audience, the boxing gym also needed to pay more than 10 billion yuan to the bettors. As a result, they couldn't pay, so the whole arena was given to them. It’s over, it’s estimated that the boxing gym has changed hands now.”

Li Qiao continued to pace forward, while the bodyguards behind her were still lamenting the destruction of the boxing gym.

Ahead, Shang Yu's figure loomed large.

She blinked, stepped forward and threw the briefcase on the seat of the helicopter, tilted her head to look at him, and said softly, "The boxing gym has been taken?"

At this moment, the man put one hand in his pocket, his handsome face was indifferent and dignified, "Well, what's the matter?"

Li Qiao bent down and got into the cabin, and after sitting firmly, she touched her forehead thoughtfully, "Have you got the principal back?"

Wei Lang in the front row and the third assistant in the back seat: "..."

Ms. Li, shouldn't your focus be on how the boxing gym was taken away?