Chapter 719 Besides You, Who Can Arrange for Me?

Chapter 719 Besides you, who can arrange for me?

A Chang turned the steering wheel and said seriously: "The old man has been doing well, except for rheumatism, there is no major problem."

Li Qiao rested her elbows on the car window, staring at the fields beside the road, and after a while, she took out her mobile phone and made an overseas call.

Meng Jun, who was in Ida State, was surprised, "What do you want me to do?"

Li Qiao didn't bother to exchange pleasantries, and cut straight to the point, "Why did you break with the teacher in the first place?"

Meng Jun took a deep breath, "Why do you ask this? You have already said that you have deceived your master and destroyed your ancestors, so what reason can you have?"

Poor folks have always been united, but Meng Jun is an outlier.

At this time, Li Qiao touched her nails and elongated her tone, "Did you say it yourself, or let me check?"

Meng Jun touched his cheek with the tip of his tongue, picked up the cigarette case and walked out of the office.

The sound of his footsteps came to his ears clearly, Li Qiao didn't urge her, and waited patiently.

Not long after, Meng Jun lit a cigarette, stood alone in the activity room, and said in a low voice, "There is no need to investigate. To put it bluntly, I hate the days of daily training. To put it bluntly, I don't want to be his puppet anymore." .If this counts as deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors, then I have nothing to say."

Li Qiao pursed her lips, her brows condensed slightly, "Tool puppet?"

Meng Jun took a puff of cigarette, and said in an embarrassing tone, "You may not feel it, after all, you are young, and the old man loves you the most, and he has never asked you to go on a mission. It is understandable that you don't know some things.

In those few years, we were training on the surface, but in fact we were always sent out by him to do missions from time to time. Once or twice is okay, do you think other people can't see it after a long time?

We are a group of tool people raised by him to do things for him. He is not a sympathetic philanthropist. Most of the people in the poor kiln are his confidantes. Who would believe that he is just an ordinary old man? "

Li Qiao really didn't know these things.

She thought for a while and asked in a low voice, "What missions have you done?"

Meng Jun was silent for a moment, and then sighed after a while, "Every time we are sent to find or grab something, sometimes it is an auction, sometimes it is an intelligence station..."

Speaking of this, Meng Jun was silent for a few seconds, and said with a smile: "It seems that he really loves you the most. He never asked you to go on a mission, and taught you all day long. Is he afraid that there will be no successors, so he treats you as a Is there a successor?"

Li Qiao was speechless because what Meng Jun said was true.

Now her ability and means really come from the teacher's teaching.

Li Qiao ended the call with Meng Jun, leaning on the back of the chair, her thoughts were confused.

She had the illusion that her entire life was controlled by someone.

That teacher who cared for her in every possible way, the one who taught her all abilities, and the teacher who introduced her to Prince Wu Lu, all he wanted was a successor?

She vaguely remembered that no one seemed to know the teacher's name for so many years.

Everyone respectfully called him: Old Mister.

And he is also the person she respects the most at the border, and he has a deeper relationship than Seventh Son...

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Five hours later, Achang returned to Nanyang in an off-road vehicle.

Yancheng is originally the adjacent city of Nanyang, driving off the highway, it happens to be the villa area in the eastern suburbs.

Li Qiao came to the Tangxiyuan villa, which she had not set foot in for a long time. Before entering the door, she looked sideways at Achang, "Go back to the border and give me a word for the teacher."

Achang nodded firmly, "Say it."

Li Qiao looked back at the gate of the villa, "Tell him, I have met Xiao Dingshan."

Achang frowned, although he didn't know who Xiao Dingshan was, he still nodded dutifully, "Okay, Miss Seven."

As the off-road vehicle drove away, Li Qiao stood in place and looked at the taillights of the car that were drifting away. With an imperceptible smile on her lips, she opened the combination lock and walked into the villa.

As night fell, Li Qiao sat alone in the living room with her legs resting on the coffee table, and the three cans of beer on the table were already empty.

She didn't turn on the light, only dim light leaked in from the dim floor lamp outside the courtyard.

After returning from Pama, I got the news of Jing's family.

Obviously only one day has passed, but the timeline seems to be stretched long and far.

Li Qiao took a sip of beer, the slightly cool liquid trickled down her throat, and her turbulent emotions gradually cooled down.

At this moment, the sound of a car engine came from outside the villa.

Li Qiao didn't care, she sat quietly and sorted out the clues in her mind.

The mobile phone on the table rang, and the dim light came into her eyes. When she picked it up and looked at it, she bent her lips together, "Are you done?"

In the receiver, the man's magnetic and steady voice seemed to calm his mind, "What are you doing?"

Li Qiao shook the beer can in her hand, "Drink."

"Own?"

Li Qiao said 'hmm', leaned her head back against the sofa, stretched her shoulders, brows and eyes were a little tired.

A thin smile appeared on Shang Yu's lips, "Open the door."

Li Qiao took the phone from her ear, blinked, got up and hurried out of the room.

Outside the door, under the thick night, the man stood in place wearing a thin black shirt, with one hand in his pocket, with a slender physique, a smile in his deep eyes, and her Mercedes-Benz big G parked behind him.

In the driver's cab, there is Liuyun, which serves as the background board in front of the eyes.

Li Qiaoxin's head was hit by something, she lowered her eyes and smiled, and took a step forward to hug Shang Yu.

The man wrapped his arms around her waist, rubbing the palm of his hand lightly on the back of her head, "Is it just to hide here and drink if you don't go home?"

Li Qiao was bored in Shang Yu's arms, sniffing his breath deeply, and after a while, she tiptoed and kissed him on the face, "Go into the room and talk."

Liu Yun looked sideways at the re-closed door, lowered the car window and lit a cigarette. He felt that he might sleep in the car tonight.

In the living room, Li Qiao turned on the light, and the bright light made her squint her eyes uncomfortably.

Shang Yu had never been to Tangxiyuan Villa.

The light and luxurious minimalist style is in line with Li Qiao's consistent aesthetics.

The man sat down with his waist down, his eyes swept over the coffee table, there were seven or eight cans of beer, three of which had been crushed and thrown aside.

Li Qiao came to him, opened a bottle of beer and handed it to him, "I met the Jing family in Tongliang County."

Shang Yu took the wine jar, folded his legs and looked sideways at her, "Are you sure it's the Jing family?"

Li Qiao shook her head and told all about Xiao Dingshan without any concealment.

In the end, she looked ahead with deep eyes, "The IP address points to the poor kiln, and the information can be sent to Achang accurately. I don't think of him except the teacher."

At this time, the man looked at her calm side face, bent down to put down the beer, and raised his arms to put her in his arms, "It doesn't matter who you are, and no one can arrange for you if you don't want to do it."

Li Qiao leaned lazily on his shoulder, rolled her eyes, and joked: "It doesn't matter, as long as you are not assigned to me."

Shang Yu raised his thin lips, and a thick laughter overflowed from his throat, "Who can arrange for me except you, huh?"

Li Qiao raised her head and stared at him, her handsome face under the light was clear and outstanding, regardless of the turmoil of the outside world, he was always there.

Out of love, Li Qiao took the initiative once in a rare way.

She held half of the man's face with one hand, raised her head and pressed a kiss on his lips.