Chapter 768 You Are A Real Dog

Chapter 768 You Are A Real Dog

At this moment, Xi Luo spread her hands and smiled calmly, "What did I do for you?"

Li Qiao looked away, and tapped her knees, "Really? Then you are really a bodhisattva."

"Then you call Sister Bodhisattva and let me listen."

For a woman like Xi Luo, you can never spy on her with ordinary people's thinking.

Although Li Qiao didn't get a positive response, she also knew that she had no malicious intentions.

...

In the afternoon, the study room of the Royal Courtyard.

In front of the sofa, He Chen's right leg was crossed over his left knee, his shiny leather shoes dangling, "When are you going back to China?"

"What's the matter?" Shang Yu raised his eyelids, his dark pupils were calm.

He Chen licked his teeth, put his hands on the back of the sofa and snorted lightly, "Can't you ask if you're okay?"

Feng Yi leaned on the armrest nonchalantly, wandering in the void absent-mindedly.

He was thinking about a very important thing, Princess Margaery was going to marry Chaleman.

What on earth is she thinking?

In front of his first love on campus, she openly danced with Charman, and the two seemed to be in love with each other. Is she full of idiots in her mind?

Suddenly, He Chen lowered his leg and kicked Feng Yi's knee, "Are you asleep?"

Feng Yi was caught off guard and tilted his body, frowned and looked at the footprints on his trousers, and said dissatisfiedly: "Can you be a gentleman?"

"Tsk." He Chen raised his lips frivolously, "You don't know what virtue I have?"

Feng Yi was too lazy to argue with him, and dusted off, "I'll go home first, in case they get suspicious."

Shang Yu glanced at him, didn't say much, continued to read the messages on his phone and occasionally replied.

He Chen clicked the tip of his tongue, and exposed him unceremoniously: "It doesn't matter if you go home or not, didn't you already become suspicious?!"

Feng Yi squinted at him, patted away the folds on the trousers, adjusted the cuffs, proudly picked up the jacket and put it on his body, and walked out of the other courtyard with his chest up and his head up.

He Chen squinted at his back, his eyes flickered, and his eyes were full of meaning.

Outside the door, Feng Yi was pacing preoccupiedly, almost colliding with Xi Luo who was walking towards him.

She was still holding a chocolate cone in her hand, but Feng Yi didn't expect Feng Yi to walk without looking at the road. With a shake of his hand, the cone fell straight onto the casual shoes.

Xi Luo: "?"

Feng Yi's squinted eyes landed on her feet, and he asked casually, "Why does Margaery want to get married?"

Xi Luo looked at him in disbelief, then looked down at the dirty shoe upper, "Is Margaery on my feet?"

Feng Yi snapped back to his senses, his Adam's apple rolled, and a trace of embarrassment crossed his deep outline, "Sorry."

He took out a gentleman's standard handkerchief from his breast pocket, and leaned over to wipe the shoe surface for her.

Xi Luo stomped her feet and took a few steps back, "Don't, I have no luck."

The second young master of Earl William, who is the most gentleman in the British Empire, bent over to polish her shoes. If those young women knew about it, would they tear her apart?

Feng Yi was obviously out of shape, so he said sorry again, and left with a handkerchief.

The inexplicable Xi Luo: "..."

Has he lost his mind?

Xi Luo stomped her feet in disgust, looked at the ice cream cone in her hand, and walked up the steps outside the hall speechlessly.

At this moment, the cell phone in her trouser pocket rang, and she casually threw the egg roll into the trash can, took it out, and smiled.

Suddenly there was a group chat on the WeChat page, seven people, including Li Qiao and Shang Yu, were in it.

She was just pulled in by Feng Yi, and the group name was a ghostly symbol.

Xi Luo couldn't understand what it was, and before typing, Feng Yi sent the message first.

British gentleman: x-on:宗, let me introduce, this is Miranda.

Xi Luo's eyebrows brightened, and she moved two steps to the side, leaning against the Roman column, intending to see what the wolfhound would say.

He and He Chen did say last night that they would introduce a wolfhound to her.

Recently, she has been following Shang Yu and Li Qiao, eating too much dog food is enough.

So last night, with the help of alcohol, she frankly expressed her desire to fall in love.

I didn't expect these two goods to be quite trustworthy.

Xi Luo bent one leg in front of her, ignoring the gradually drying stains on her shoes, and waited with interest in her phone.

In November in England, the temperature is definitely not comfortable.

So, five minutes later, everyone chatting in the living room saw Xi Luo going upstairs while sneezing, still sneering, "Others are not human, you are a fucking dog."

Li Qiao didn't know why, she met Shang Yu's eyes, and raised her eyebrows in doubt.

The man raised his thin lips, his eyes were gentle, "What are you looking at me for?"

With a pillow in her arms, Xia Siyu asked Su Mo suspiciously, "Who is Sister Luo scolding?"

Su Moshi turned the ring on his hand, and said calmly: "Dog."

Only He Chen couldn't help laughing.

Because of the WeChat group chat page, after Feng Yi introduced Xi Luo, five minutes later, Langgou replied.

Zong: Oh.

No wonder Xi Luo is cursing, shouldn't normal logic say 'Hello' first?

The word Zong Zhan replied showed his true qualities as a straight man.

...

At dusk on the western mountain, the private movie hall in the underground of the other courtyard.

Li Qiao leaned on Shang Yu's shoulder and drooped her eyelids, wondering what she was thinking.

Su Moshi put his elbows on his knees, sat opposite them and said with a serious expression, "I suggest taking Brother Li to the Medical Union as soon as possible."

Li Qiao raised her head, her eyes were slightly cold, she tilted her cheek, and asked Shang Yu, "When is our father coming?"

Shang Zonghai sent Wei Ang a message during the day, saying that something was delayed and he would come to another hospital later.

"Soon." The man crossed his legs, his expression was stern, and he said in a deep voice while looking at Su Mo, "How sure are you?"

Su Moshi frowned and shook his head, "It's hard to say, but his symptoms don't look like a cold."

Shang Yu narrowed his eyes deeply, with shadows floating in his eyes.

And Li Qiao's cheeks were also cold, she swallowed her throat, and made a final decision, "Then tomorrow, let's go to Meath Town together."

Su Moshi took a deep breath, and comforted himself pretending to be relaxed, "It's better to ask him to check and check than to guess wildly, and maybe I'm just an enemy."

Li Qiao's expression remained unchanged, but her heart felt a little heavy.

Last night at the small bar in the function area, the lights were dim, and the wine was blurry. She really didn't notice anything unusual about Yun Li.

Thinking about it now, his ruddy complexion might just be an illusion of alcohol.

...

At seven o'clock in the evening, Shang Zonghai arrived late.

He seemed to have just returned from some important occasion, and he was dressed in a dark gray Tang suit, which looked particularly dignified.

In the side hall, Shang Zonghai looked at Li Qiao gently, "Girl, are you still used to it in Emperor Ying?"

Li Qiao bent her lips and nodded when she regained her senses, "It's pretty good."

Shang Zonghai took off his glasses and pinched his brows, "Emperor Ying is no better than his own home, you should pay attention to safety when you go out and walk around."

Li Qiao responded lightly, while Shang Yu raised his eyebrows and asked in a low voice, "When are you going back?"

"Just for a few days, just leave when you're done." Shang Zonghai put on his glasses again, covering his shrewd eyes again.

Tomorrow two updates at six o'clock in the afternoon~~