Chapter 812 Returning to Nanyang

Chapter 812 Returning to Nanyang

At five o'clock in the morning, the cabin door opened.

The early winter has arrived, and the bitter cold wind is blowing. Compared with the British Emperor, the winter in Nanyang is even colder.

Shang Yu carried Li Qiao out of the hatch first, followed by He Chen and Xi Luo.

Several people said goodbye at the airport, Xi Luo took her suitcase from Luo Yu, yawned and walked towards the parking lot.

The one who came to pick her up was still the handsome little milk dog from last time.

The other party put her luggage into the trunk, got into the car and asked with a smile: "Sister-in-law, you've been here for a long time, did you bring me any presents?"

Xi Luo glanced at him, turned on the airplane mode of the phone, and replied perfunctorily: "I have brought it, are two Yingdi banknotes enough?"

The little milk dog muttered again, but Xi Luo didn't listen carefully at all.

She stared at the screen for a moment, the page was a WeChat chat box, and there were three screenshots lying there.

Princess Margaery sent it to her eight hours ago.

After reading the screenshot, Xi Luo looked confused.

What happened to the Emperor?

Who is Paul Taylor Childman?

Why is Yingdi looking for him all over the Internet?

...

At ten o'clock in the morning, Li Qiao woke up leisurely in the master bedroom of Nanyang Mansion.

She rubbed her forehead, feeling a little dizzy.

This time the British emperor traveled, and he didn't feel exhausted until he returned.

Li Qiao frowned, raised her upper body, sat for two seconds, and then lay back on her stomach.

Top-heavy.

So, when Shang Yu entered the master bedroom for the third time, he saw Li Qiao bouncing back and forth under the quilt in slow motion.

A thin smile appeared on his lips, and he stepped forward and pulled the corner of the quilt, and what he saw was Li Qiao frowning with discomfort.

The man frowned and sat down on the edge of the bed, his voice sank a lot, "What's wrong?"

Li Qiao closed her eyes and did not speak, she stuck her fingers out of the quilt to hold him, the overly warm palm made Shang Yu's jaw line tense.

She has a fever.

Shang Yu leaned over and carried her from the bed into his arms, touching her slightly cool cheek, his face became more and more gloomy.

Buried in his arms, Li Qiao asked sullenly, "Do you have antipyretics at home?"

Just after she finished speaking, she thought of something again, and sighed, "Oh, I can't eat it."

Li Qiao was also quite helpless, probably because she came back from the airport in the morning and caught a cold when she got off the plane.

"Uncomfortable?" Shang Yu checked her body temperature, the emotions in his eyes were like overturned inkstones, thick and hard to dissolve.

Li Qiao withdrew from his arms, lay down again, and said weakly: "No, I'll sleep again."

The man sat by the bed, tucked the quilt for her, stroked her forehead with his palm.

After a while, seeing that Li Qiao was breathing evenly and seemed to be asleep, Shang Yu narrowed his cold eyes and walked out of the master bedroom with sharp steps.

When the man returned to the living room, Mochizuki just happened to walk in, "Boss, Zhuifeng..." Do you approve the annual leave?

"Let Cheng Mo come over."

Mochizuki felt a gust of cold wind blowing in front of his eyes, and fixed his eyes again, his boss had already walked into the elevator.

what happened?

Mochizuki stood there thinking for two seconds, then quickly picked up the phone and called Cheng Mo over.

Then, I called Zhuifeng back, to the effect that the boss didn't have time to approve your annual leave.

After half a month of chasing the left-behind children, I almost didn't lift the table.

Can't he take an annual leave?

Who the hell is all this money praying for? !

...

Cheng Mo came very quickly, and walked into the mansion in less than twenty minutes.

In the dining room, Shang Yu's tall and slender back stood in front of the glazed table, ginger soup was stewed in a casserole, with one hand in his pocket, and the other hand holding a spoon to stir it occasionally.

Behind him, Cheng Mo supported the mirror frame, his expression slightly surprised, "Master, cross-border attacks on the firewall are likely to attract the attention of other hackers, how about..."

The man turned his back to him, and said in a low voice, "Do it."