Chapter 736 Take Me to the Emperor of England

Chapter 736 Take me to the Emperor of England

Li San patted Li Qiao's head, raised her thin lips and whispered, "I know it well."

In the next second, his palm was empty, and Shang Yu grabbed Li Qiao's shoulders, turned and walked towards the gangway.

Li San looked at their backs together, smiled, and cast a sideways glance at Nan Qiao, "Let's go."

Nan Hao followed him forward with blank eyes, but his eyes were uneasy.

She couldn't see through Li San, let alone understand him. She fought side by side with him all these years, so she naturally knew that his fiery temper was always capricious.

Today's warmth and domineering may just be his whim.

Maybe tomorrow he will be moody and sarcastic at her again.

Nan Yu lowered his head and walked more and more slowly, for fear that the warmth he gave was just a fantasy.

That would make her feel like a clown, letting him play for fun, like a joke.

Nan Hao was preoccupied, until her cold fingertips were wrapped in warmth, she raised her head hesitantly, it was Li San holding her hand, walking in the warm sun.

The sun above his head was as hot as fire, but not as warm as the warmth in his palm.

Nanyu's heart was beating like a drum, her breathing was disordered, and she slowly curled up her fingertips to hook his palm.

Even if it's just a spectacle, who can resist such sugar-coated bullets?

Nan Yu's girlish feelings were ready to move, and she quietly narrowed the distance between the two, and then heard the straight man's incomprehensible remarks: "Are you cold?"

Li San watched her move close to his arms, frowned slightly, and his Adam's apple rolled.

Does this woman not know how attractive her figure is?

Keep sticking to him, when he is Liu Xiahui?

Nan Hao took a deep breath and shook off his hand, "It's not cold, I'm hot!"

The sugar-coated cannonball of bullshit is clearly an atomic bomb for a straight man who doesn't like oil and salt.

...

In the evening, the plane arrived in Nanyang.

Li Qiao slowly opened her eyes in Shang Yu's arms, frowned, "Are you here?"

The man responded, and took a water glass from the low table and handed her to moisten her throat, "Uncomfortable?"

"It's okay." Li Qiao drank her saliva and turned her head to look at the familiar tarmac outside the porthole. Some words were stuck in her throat, and she couldn't say them several times.

Last night, when Shang Yu went out to answer the phone, the teacher told her that the large dose of sleeping pills thrown into Mu's food was most likely from Shang's.

As a family of traditional Chinese medicine, Shang's medicine halls are spread all over the whole Pama, and there are many cooperation channels for western medicine.

According to what Mu Aoxian said, even if the distribution of drugs is not controlled, it is difficult for ordinary people to buy so many drugs in a short time.

The only possibility is that someone provided a large dose of sleeping pills.

Moreover, during Mu Aoxian's exposition, Li Qiao also unexpectedly learned that Ming Zhiyuan and Jing Yilan actually had business dealings back then, and the two could be regarded as forgetful friends.

If it is true, Ming Zhiyuan's subsequent actions are worth investigating.

And this year-end friend betrayed their friendship.

Li Qiao pinched her brows, did Jing Yilan have bad eyesight, and she could become friends with Ming Zhiyuan?

As for the person who provided the sleeping pills, although Mu Aoxian didn't say it directly, Li Qiao heard that he was implying Dai Lan.

While thinking about it, Li Qiao's head was swollen, and she drank two more sips of water to suppress her emotions, and then she saw Mo Jue still lying on the bar behind the cabin doing homework.

She withdrew from Shang Yu's arms, walked over slowly, and glanced at the mosquito bag on her face, "Send you back to school first?"

Mo Jue raised his head and thought about it seriously, "The boss asked me to report to him first."

Li Qiao looked at the countless red crosses on the ipad exercise page, pursed her lips, "Stop writing, I'll send you there later."

Mo Jue said 'oh' twice, hurriedly packed up the notebook and ipad, grabbed the schoolbag and shook it, and three pink envelopes fell from the outer pocket of the schoolbag to the ground.

Li Qiao raised her eyebrows, and inadvertently remembered that her second brother asked Mo Jue to check her schoolbag, could it be that?

At this moment, Mo Jue jumped down from the high chair, picked up the envelope on the ground, and flipped through it repeatedly, "What is this?"

"love letter."

Li Qiao said two words lightly, and Mo Jue frowned, "Love letter? Is it for me?"

As the cabin door opened, Li Qiao said playfully, "Take it back to your boss."

"Oh, good." Mo Jue carefully put away the love letter and zipped it up. She whispered again, "That's right, sister, look at this."

Li Qiao stood still and looked back, and saw Mo Jue took out a golden card from his jeans, and handed it over as if offering a treasure.

It was a very thick solid gold bank card.

Li Qiao took a few glances and said softly, "Take it."

Mo Jue weighed the card with excellent texture, and frowned suspiciously, "Aunt Liu gave it to me this morning, she said it was a gift from my second uncle, is it a bank card or a gold brick? If I melt it , can you make a gold bracelet?"

Li Qiao stared at her speechlessly, "The money in there is enough for you to buy a thousand gold bracelets."

Mojue stopped talking, and carefully stuffed the card into his pocket, touched it again and again, his eyes lit up, and he murmured three words silently: get rich, get rich.

After getting off the plane, Li Qiao ordered Luo Yu to send Mo Jue to the second brother's residence, while she followed Shang Yu back to Nanyang Mansion.

After struggling for two days and one night, Li Qiao lost her spirits.

After returning to the mansion, I went into the bedroom to catch up on sleep.

There are still three days until the Fireworks Festival, and the British Emperor is about to set off.

Mu Aoxian told her a lot of details about Jing Yilan's study in Yingdi, this trip was not so easy.

With deep thoughts, Li Qiao fell asleep.

After Shang Yu made the phone call and walked into the master bedroom, what he saw was Li Qiao's curled up sleeping figure.

He sat on the edge of the bed, stroked the faint wrinkles between her brows, pulled up the quilt to cover her, bowed his head and kissed her cheek.

Just at this moment, a shock came from under her pillow.

The man reached for his phone, saw the caller ID, and hung up immediately.

But the other party called again without getting discouraged.

Shang Yu pursed his lips, squinted at the tired Li Qiao, slid down to answer the call, and warned in a low voice, "Call back later, she is sleeping."

After that, he removed the phone from his ear, but Xi Luo called out with a smile, "Master Yan. Don't hang up yet, we just have a chat."

Shang Yu's eyes were as deep as the sea, and his indifferent voice was not at all gentle and calm when facing Li Qiao, it was so low that there was almost no warmth, "Say it."

Xi Luo didn't care about his indifference, and tapped the table with her fingers, "Are you planning to go to the British Emperor together this time?"

"En." The man cherishes ink like gold.

Xi Luo pursed her lips. She really looked like the front and the back. She lit a lady's cigarette, and said in a vague voice, "When are you going to leave? Take me with you?"

Shang Yu was silent for a moment.

Seeing this, Xi Luo blew out a puff of smoke and said meaningfully: "Master Yan, I grew up in the British Emperor, and my best friend happens to be a member of the royal family. I know a lot of things that others don't. It will be beneficial for you to bring me along." It's harmless."

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