Chapter 789 The Archbishop's Father

Chapter 789 The Archbishop's Father

The next day, the sky was cloudless.

Before eight o'clock, Li Qiao got dressed and wandered into the restaurant.

A ray of morning light leaked in from the side window, exquisite western-style meals were placed on the table, and the air was filled with the faint fragrance of milk.

Sunshine Milk, put together, is heart-warming comfort.

At this time, Li Qiao was leaning on the doorpost, looking at Shang Yu who was brewing milk powder for pregnant women near the Liuli Terrace, and with a thought, she walked over on tiptoe and put her chin on his shoulder, and put her hands around his waistline .

The man was wearing a simple V-neck casual sweater with rolled up cuffs, exposing his muscular forearms.

He looked sideways slightly, lowered his handsome face and kissed Li Qiao's forehead, "Are you awake?"

Li Qiao leaned on his back, raised her head and kissed his sharp chin, "Well, it's not about going to the parliament building, it's important."

Shang Yu put down the spoon and handed her the milk cup, "Eat first."

The two sat down, Li Qiao took a small sip from the cup, her eyes fell on the man, she didn't know what she was thinking.

Until the fried egg was cut by Shang Yu and placed on her plate, the sound of the knife and fork colliding brought back Li Qiao's thoughts, "If you don't eat well, what are you thinking?"

She pursed her lips, frowned slightly, and slowly said a name, "Yun Li."

Shang Yu cut the toast without speaking, but raised his eyelids to signal her to continue.

Li Qiao put down the tableware with a poor appetite, leaned against the carved back of the chair, and said in thought: "The Medical Alliance doesn't have many researchers in Chinese medicine, so staying here may not be able to get better treatment."

More importantly, the situation of Yun Li's poisoning is unknown, and rash use of drugs may be counterproductive.

Although Shang Zonghai promised to treat him, it is impossible for him to stay in Yingdi forever.

unless……

Seeing her contemplating, Shang Yu curled his thin lips, "Shang Lu will be there in the afternoon."

Li Qiao raised her eyes abruptly, her brows brightened, "He agreed?"

The man raised his chin towards her dinner plate, "Well, let him take care of Yun Li and eat well."

Li Qiao bent her lips and smiled, picked up her fork again and continued eating breakfast.

She originally wanted Yun Li to go to Pama, but she forgot Shang Lu, the successor of Shang's medical skills.

...

Half an hour later, Li Qiao and Shang Yu went out with Luo Yuliuyun.

Mochizuki made overseas phone calls with the left-behind children in the study.

Gu Chen strolled back and forth in Meath Town like an idler.

Back near the bungalow, I saw Xi Luo walking and talking on the phone with a very serious expression.

Gu Chen stood beside a trash can and paid her attention. Seeing Xi Luo put away her phone, he yelled, "Why are you going?"

Xi Luo slept in the bungalow last night, she was still wearing yesterday's clothes, and her hair was not well taken care of, which was quite different from her usual elegant image.

She glanced at Gu Chen, her brows were gloomy, "Come out with me."

"Where are you going?" Gu Chen asked, but his body was very honest, he raised his foot and followed Xi Luo, "Who messed with you? You look murderous."

Xi Luo looked ahead and twisted her neck, "Something happened at home."

Gu Chen's expression froze, he touched his lower back, and raised the corners of his lips evilly, "Go, let me see who is dying."

Xi Luo keenly caught his movements, pursed her lips, and warned in a low voice, "Don't move the gun as a last resort."

"What are you afraid of? There is a godfather." Gu Chen looked fearless.

"Who is the godfather?"

Gu Chen licked his lips deeply, "Your archbishop's father."

Xi Luo: "..."

...

The Houses of Parliament are located near the Palace of Westminster, next to the River Hames, not far from the Royal Academy.

Under the blue sky, the Gothic Revival-style buildings look majestic and majestic, with light brown spiers reaching into the sky.

Two Bentley cars drove into the square and stopped at the entrance of the inner courtyard after a while.

Li Qiao got out of the car and looked up at the magnificent buildings, among which several spiers were surrounded by green construction anti-fall nets.

The square in the inner courtyard is very quiet, blocking the noise from the street, surrounded by greenery, and a gust of wind blows, making it look empty and desolate.

Shang Yu took Li Qiao's hand and walked towards the entrance of the council hall.

In the spacious and bright inner hall, a middle-aged foreign man stood at this moment.

When he saw Shang Yu and his party, he walked quickly, "Archbishop, madam."

Li Qiao nodded and exchanged greetings, and after a few glances, she realized that the other party was a familiar face.

On the night of the fireworks festival, she met her in the backyard of the Duke's mansion.

It was one of the two members of the House of Commons recommended by Xi Luo.

No wonder they behaved cautiously at that time, it seems... they recognized Shang Yu.

In an instant, the councilor made an inviting gesture and led them to the library next door.

Li Qiao wandered around, and there were portraits of previous parliamentary chairmen hanging on the wall.

The library is located on the third floor of the West Hall of the Parliament Building. When members of parliament push open the double heavy doors, the bookshelves with a stepped layout come into view.

Li Qiao looked at the bookshelf around the wall expressionlessly, and the densely packed books were displayed on it in an orderly manner from top to bottom.

This is not a library, it is clearly a large library.

The most important thing is that the three floors are connected through, and a step extends down to the first floor.

The councilor turned around and said a few words to Shang Yu respectfully, and then voluntarily left the library.

At this time, the man tilted his head and looked at Li Qiao leisurely, "Why this expression?"

Li Qiao remained motionless, her eyes wandered around the hall, and finally fell on Shang Yu's face, "Two hours may not be enough..."

Regardless of how many books there are, just in this three-storey library, it is difficult to find a book, let alone find out the secret that Jing Yilan might hide here.

There was a faint smile on Shang Yu's lips, and he rubbed her head comfortingly, "Let's go shopping first."

Li Qiao sighed silently, walked down the steps, and called softly, "Luoyu."

Hearing the sound, Luo Yu took out the notebook from his pocket and handed it over Shang Yu.

It was the stock trading notes that Jing Yilan gave Charles.

Li Qiao received it in her hand, spun her feet, walked to the borrowing area next to her, and opened her notebook to study again.

Shang Yu took advantage of the situation and sat next to her, curled his lips lazily, and gestured to Liu Yun and Luo Yu with his eyes.

The two understood it, and began to look at it while walking along the stepped bookshelf.

At the same time, on the highway from Charlemagne City to the Port of London, an ultra-luxury private sports car sped past at a high speed.

He Chen bent his long legs and nestled in the co-pilot, the window was lowered a crack, and a few wisps of cigarettes were blown out of the window by the wind.

Yin Mo drove the car seriously, neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere was strangely quiet.

Suddenly, a puff of thick smoke was viciously blown onto Yin Mo's face by He Chen.

She frowned, waved her hand, and gave him a quick look, "What's wrong?"

He Chen pinched her face frivolously, "Say one more thing?"

Yin Mo's expression froze, he pushed his hand away, and asked, "What are you going to do in Port of London? If they know about it, they will probably become suspicious."