Chapter 68 I Came For Emperor Yan

Chapter 68 I Came For Emperor Yan

The moment Li Qiao finished speaking, she clearly saw a sharp cold look in Shang Yu's eyes.

Although it was fleeting, it confirmed Li Qiao's guess.

She really provoked this Nanyang overlord.

Shang Yu held a pen in his hand and signed the document, his mandible was tense and his tone was not as gentle as before, "What do you think?"

It wasn't until this moment that Li Qiao realized that she really didn't understand Shang Yu.

In fact, his words and deeds seem gentle and polite, lazy and sexy, but I'm afraid that Zhang's wild and domineering is his real core.

Li Qiao slowly looked away, stroked her chin, thought for three minutes, and finally sighed irritably, "Master Yan, give me some hints?"

Shang Yu didn't look at her, and still maintained the posture of signing.

But his eyes were gloomy and gloomy, and he couldn't see the bottom. The forbearance of certain emotions made him lose his sense of control, and the nib of the pen split on the document with a crisp sound due to excessive force.

The slight movement attracted Li Qiao's attention. She looked intently, and saw that the man had tightened the cap of the pen and casually threw it on the table.

In the next second, Shang Yu stood up, took off his suit jacket without haste, and walked towards Li Qiao.

His face was stern, his lips were tightly drawn, and there was a surging undercurrent in those deep pupils.

Li Qiao straightened her waist inadvertently, showing a defensive posture, her eyes were fixed on Shang Yu, full of doubts.

Soon, he came near the sofa.

Shang Yu stretched out the high-end, cold-scented suit, and then covered her body, covering the dazzling snow-white shoulders.

Li Qiao showed astonishment, before she could speak, her chin was suddenly clamped by his generous palm.

The man's slightly rough fingertips were pressed against her cheeks, his thumbs clasped her jaw slightly, leaned over, narrowed his eyes, and his voice was cold and piercing: "I want to come to Yanhuang for an internship, is it because of chasing the wind?"

Li Qiao was forced to raise her head because of Shang Yu's movements. His strength wasn't too strong, but veins popped out of his arms, as if he was trying his best to restrain himself.

The four eyes met, and for the first time, she clearly saw Shang Yu's unknown side from his aggressive expression.

Li Qiao sighed softly, her slender eyelashes trembled, and she raised her eyebrows arrogantly, "Is chasing the wind the only option?"

The girl's fearless arrogance fell into Shang Yu's eyes, and the strength in his hands continued unabated. He pressed down Wei'an's body again, and supported the back of the sofa beside her with one hand, with a condescending posture, "Besides him, who else do you want?"

The distance was getting closer and closer, so close that Li Qiao only needed to move forward a centimeter, and the tip of her nose could touch his lips.

Their breaths are intertwined with each other, their eyes meet, one is cold and the other is crazy.

Li Qiao moved her neck, looked straight into the depths of Shang Yu's eyes, and smiled faintly, "I thought Lord Yan knew!"

If Mochizuki and the others saw this scene, they would definitely be shocked.

Because Li Qiao was the first person who was able to talk and laugh freely under the dangerous situation where Shang Yu's aura was in full swing.

At this time, Shang Yu's domineering aura gradually subsided, his palms relaxed, his thumb caressed Li Qiao's skin inadvertently, and after a moment of silence, his voice returned to a magnetic sound: "Are you sure?"

There are some things that don't need to be said explicitly, with one look, one movement, each other will be tacit to each other.

Li Qiao clearly felt his palms loosen, her delicate and beautiful eyebrows slightly raised, and she took advantage of the situation to rest her chin in Shang Yu's palm, and said, "I want to come to Yanhuang, of course it is for Yanhuang. Come."

The two Yanhuangs are full of different deep meanings.

She believed that he could understand.

At this time, a very shallow smile slowly appeared on Shang Yu's thin lips, the cold light in his eyes faded away, his wrist was raised slightly, and he supported her cheek, "Working in Yanhuang, you have to wear professional attire."