Chapter 813 Why Are You Being Polite to Me?

Chapter 813 Why are you being polite to me?

Twenty minutes later, Li Qiao was woken up.

The smell of ginger soup floated in the air, Shang Yu touched her forehead, leaned over and murmured: "Go to sleep after drinking the ginger soup."

Li Qiao lowered her eyelids dejectedly, "What time is it?"

"Ten thirty." Shang Yu's arm passed through her shoulders, and Li Qiao shivered as soon as the quilt was lifted.

Seeing this, the man pursed his thin lips until they turned white, covered her with the quilt again, picked up the steaming ginger soup, blew on it, and took a mouthful.

Shang Yu squeezed Li Qiao's jaw, bowed his head and handed Jiang Tang to her.

Li Qiao grabbed the man's wrist with her hot palm, tilted her head, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's contagious, I drink it myself."

Shang Yu was silent, and fed her more than half a bowl of ginger soup in this way domineeringly.

Finally, he sucked Li Qiao's bright red lips, "Go to sleep."

Li Qiao blinked, feeling completely sleepy.

She stared at Shang Yufei's thin lips, which seemed to be a little red from the ginger soup.

Li Qiao accidentally grabbed his shirt and forgot that a cold could be contagious, so she forcibly pulled Shang Yu in front of her, raised her head and kissed him hard on the lips, "Are you busy?"

The man put his arms on her side, looked down at the sickly girl, and gently stroked her cheek with his thumb, "It's not busy."

Li Qiao moved inside and signaled with her eyes that it was obvious that she would sleep with her.

Shang Yu's tight outline gradually softened, he lay down on his side, and gently embraced her in his arms.

The dependence shown by Li Qiao is the best cure for him.

...

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Li Qiao's fever subsided, and she was sitting in the restaurant wearing a nightgown, sipping vegetable porridge.

The phone was turned on for hands-free, and there was the sound of typing on the keyboard from time to time.

"Where did you hear about Paul Taylor Childman?" Bai Yan turned his head and took a puff of smoke, "There is no relevant information in Yingdi's information database, and all the related people point to Xiao Zu, maybe it is His former name?"

Li Qiao replied in a nasal voice, "No."

If Paul Taylor Childman was Xiao Zu's former name, Jing Yilan's disk information would not leave this clue.

Bai Yan threw off the mouse and put his legs on the desk, "Then there is another possibility, identity replacement. However, the information fifty or sixty years ago was manually recorded, and it has not been entered into the information database. Even if the identity is replaced, the evidence will not It was destroyed long ago."

Li Qiao stirred the porridge, then changed the subject, "Has the murder been discovered?"

From the surveillance video on the floppy disk, who was the person Xiao Hongdao shot and killed on August 12th?

Bai Yan bit his cigarette holder, and after a moment of silence, he said sadly: "You can't arrange some work in the underworld for me? This fucking is all about the underworld. There is no proof of death. How do you ask me to investigate?"

Li Qiao drank the porridge slowly, turning a deaf ear to his complaints.

A few seconds later, Bai Yan cleared his throat, and the keyboard sounded again, "It's not impossible to check, it just takes some time."

"Well, thank you."

Bai Yan subconsciously replied, "Xie Nima, why are you being polite to me?"

Li Qiao hung up the phone with a smile on her face.

She continued to drink the porridge, feeling something was wrong. Out of the corner of her eye, she raised her head and saw Shang Yu's figure leaning against the glass door of the restaurant.

Li Qiao sniffed, her strong nasal voice made her voice very soft, "What's wrong?"

The man had deep eyebrows, and his thin lips raised a slight arc, "Bai Yan?"

"En." Li Qiao nodded, thought for a while with a spoon in her mouth, and added: "Yanmeng has branches all over the world, and the information collected is very comprehensive. It is more convenient to find him."

She was worried that Shang Yu would think too much, or be jealous.

At this time, the man Xu Bu stepped forward and sat down beside her, with a profound expression on his face, "There are also a lot of information collected by Hongke."

Understood.

Li Qiao replied politely: "Okay, I will use Hongke next time."

A smile flashed across Shang Yu's deep eyes, and he picked up his chopsticks to pick up food for Li Qiao, "If you want to find out what to arrange for Mochizuki or Chengmo, you don't need to do such trivial things yourself."

How lazy she is, he knows better than anyone else.

After a while, Li Qiao finished her meal and continued to drink half a cup of milk powder for pregnant women while leaning on the back of the chair.

She thought of something, turned on her mobile phone and logged in to the firewall software, and quickly cracked the network firewall.

After logging on to Yingdi's social networking site, after a day and a night of fermentation, the popularity of Paul Taylor Childman remained high.

It even spawned other hot search terms.

#Duke Charmain#

#Paul Taylor Childman Come Home#

#Who is Paul Taylor Childman#

Among them, Duke Charlemagne's hot search was at the top of the list, and the discussion broke the record for the highest single hot search.

It is about the top aristocrats, and the enthusiasm of netizens for eating melons is at an all-time high.

Li Qiao entered the discussion page, scrolled through a few posts, and raised her eyebrows suspiciously, "They didn't remove the hot search?"

There have been many rhythmic netizens speculating about the relationship between the Duke of Charman and Paul Taylor Charman.

The Xiao family was indifferent?

Hearing this, Shang Yu just curled his lips playfully, but smiled without saying a word.

Li Qiao didn't bother, she glanced at the time, put down her phone, turned her head to look at the man, "Will you accompany me back to Li's house?"

Shang Yu leaned back on the back of the chair, his brows and eyes darkened, "Healed?"

Li Qiao licked the corner of her mouth and stopped talking.

During her illness, she was wronged and dared not make mistakes.

An hour later, Li Qiao covered herself with a blanket and basked in the sun in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room.

Although the weather is cold in early winter, the sun is very warm.

Li Qiao closed her eyes and felt a little drowsy.

In the dimness, it seemed that someone was talking, and it seemed that words such as a safe were mentioned.

Li Qiao was sleepy, she pulled up the blanket to cover her face, and fell asleep after a while.

Outside the living room, Mochizuki was carrying a small safe. After reporting with Shang Yu, he walked towards the underground laboratory with a little difficulty.

He was also puzzled.

The boss arranged for him to go to Li's house to pick up things, but he didn't say what to pick up.

As a result, Duan Shuyuan, the mistress of the Li family, seemed very worried, hesitated for a long time, and finally... asked him to come back with the safe on his shoulders.

Mochizuki was thinking all the way, how much money was in the safe?

...

In the evening, Li Qiao was awakened by the vibrating sound of her mobile phone.

She subconsciously groped under the pillow and grabbed it a few times, feeling something was wrong.

This is not a pillow.

Li Qiao propped up her upper body, and when she took a closer look, her long legs wrapped in trousers caught her eye.

Looking up, there is a black shirt, a sharp Adam's apple, and... Shang Yu's handsome face.

Li Qiao wiped her face and threw herself into the man's arms.

Shang Yu put his arms around her with one arm, and held up his mobile phone with the other hand, and said in a deep voice: "The interception of other hackers is counterattacked with a secondary virus, and the attack will be withdrawn before the firewall is broken."

Li Qiao looked up from his arms in a little surprise.

Hearing this meaning, it seems to be attacking the other party's firewall and encountering hacker interception technology.