Chapter 853 Only by Letting Her Live Can I Regret for the Rest of My Life

Chapter 853 Only by letting her live can I regret for the rest of my life

Naturally, Shang Yu didn't read the list, he stared deeply at Xi Luo, but there was some indiscernible depth brewing in his eyes.

Xi Luo inexplicably had the illusion that she was going to be counted, and after thinking about it, the Archbishop shouldn't be counting on her, right?

After a while, Shang Yu went to the study.

Li Qiao opened the list again, thoughtful.

Xi Luo was eating sour plums, and looked up at her, "Are you going to Myanmar?"

"Necessary?" Li Qiao didn't raise her head, her eyes fell on the name of a Mrs. Andrew.

According to the data, Andrew is the deputy speaker of the House of Commons, and his wife has a close personal relationship with Ming Dailan.

After Xi Luo finished eating the last piece of sour plum, she raised her hand and threw the small empty box into the trash can in the corner, looking back at Li Qiao, "Of course it is necessary, you can ignore the merger and acquisition case, but don't forget, Charman is here There are still many forces in Myanmar.”

"So?" Li Qiao looked at Xi Luo's bright eyes and raised her eyebrows.

Xi Luo reached out and took another box of sour plums on the coffee table very naturally, "Isn't it good to know yourself and your enemy? Challman is currently solving the problem of the British emperor's staff, and he will continue to make trouble for them now, killing two birds with one stone."

Li Qiao curled up her lips with a smile, "You don't have to go there yourself if you add trouble."

"It's really not cute." Xi Luo curled her lips in embarrassment, "Can't you just accompany me on a business trip?"

Li Qiao knew Xi Luo too well, so she joked, "You didn't inform Shaoyan at the time, maybe it was still possible."

Xi Luo's eyes froze, and she shook her head with a sigh, "You really hurt my heart."

In less than half an hour, Xi Luo left the mansion with two boxes of sour plums in her arms.

Li Qiao sent her out, and then went to the laboratory with the documents.

...

Near noon, Li Qiao received a call from Shang Zonghai. She looked at the caller ID and remembered that she didn't get through to him yesterday.

On the other end of the phone, Shang Zonghai's voice was always gentle and restrained, "Girl, did you look for me yesterday?"

"Well, there is something I want to tell you."

Shang Zonghai took a sip of tea, "Do you want to ask about boy Yun Li?"

"No." Li Qiao stroked the corner of the table with her fingers, and quickly told him about Landis.

In the receiver, Shang Zonghai was silent for a while, then asked in a low tone: "Did you tell Shaoyan?"

Li Qiao lowered her eyelids, "No, now... may not be the right time."

If you tell Shang Yu now that everything was done by Xiao Hongdao, it may not be able to untie his knot, and it may even be counterproductive.

Shang Yu valued friendship, and for many years believed that his own mistakes caused the tragedy.

If Ming Dailan hated him only because he didn't trust him, to him, it would be nothing more than a second injury.

At this time, Shang Zonghai sighed deeply, "You are right, it is really meaningless to tell Shaoyan now."

"Dad..." Li Qiao called softly, and said with hesitation: "I may do something next, whether you agree or not, I will do it for Shao Yan."

Shang Zonghai laughed shortly, "Are you giving me a vaccination?"

Li Qiao pursed her lips, and her tone became more and more cool, "That's right. You are married to her, and she is Shaoyan's mother. You don't have to do anything, but... I hope you don't stop me."

"Girl, do whatever you want. Shaoyan is your backer, and so is Dad." Shang Zonghai's eyes fell on the tea shelf, far and deep, "But there is a condition, you have to promise me."

Li Qiao asked what it was.

Shang Zonghai looked disappointed, opened the drawer under the tea table, and took out a rather old photo from it.

It was a family photo. Shang Yu and Shang Lu stood behind him and Ming Dailan when they were teenagers. The lower right corner of the photo was worn, which seemed to be caused by frequent friction.

Shang Zonghai looked at the two sons in the photo, "Let her live, and the rest is up to you. No matter what, she is also Shaoheng's mother."

Li Qiao agreed to Shang Zonghai's request without hesitation. She didn't ask, but Shang Zonghai stated very calmly: "Only if she is alive, can she... regret for the rest of her life."

Compared with a one-hundred-and-one-hundredth, murder is more terrifying.

...

On the other side, King Bay Villa.

It happened to be the weekend, and Zong Yue was supposed to rest at home.

But because she and Li Jun are in a lukewarm state, maybe she is evasive, so she decided to go to the company to work overtime after thinking about it.

They didn't quarrel, they still treated each other with respect.

But as time passed, she no longer had the courage to break the boat.

Li Jun was not indifferent, even after returning from the hospital, his attitude was a little more eager than before.

But Zong Yue understood that he just wanted her to confess her true inner thoughts.

He doesn't want to speculate and delve into it, or it's just a way of not wanting to waste energy.

The more Li Jun was like this, the more Zong Yue didn't want to talk about it.

Most of the women are duplicity, and what they want is nothing more than preference and attention.

Mr. Ke Li, I don't understand.

It was not yet eleven o'clock, Zong Yue changed her clothes, looked at herself in the mirror with silent brows and eyes, turned around and walked out of the cloakroom after a long time.

She rummaged through her pocket for her phone while walking, and when she stepped down the steps, she called her grandfather Zong Hesong.

Hearing the old man's hearty laughter, Zong Yue felt sore in his heart, feeling that he was particularly unfilial.

"Grandpa, I'll go back to see you next week."

Zong Hesong was even more cheerful when he heard the words, "Are you busy with work? Come back when you have time, and don't force yourself if you don't have time. Grandpa is fine, so you don't have to worry about it."

Zong Yue didn't say much, because he was afraid that he would cry.

I hung up the phone in a hurry, with an indescribable feeling in my heart.

"You want to go back to the imperial capital?"

The door of the study behind him opened, and Li Jun came out wearing a simple sweater and trousers.

He is always well-dressed and never sloppy even at home.

Zong Yue glanced back at him, regained his composure, and continued to go downstairs, "Yeah."

Li Jun frowned, not happy with Zong Yue's indifferent attitude, "When will you go back? I'll accompany you."

"No need." This time, Zong Yue didn't look back, and his tone was so flat that he couldn't hear any emotion, "You're so busy, don't bother."

Li Jun's eyebrows did not relax for a long time, he strode up to Zong Yue, and grabbed her wrist, "What the hell are you having a temper with?"

Zong Yue was in pain, frowned and pulled back, "Did I ever say I lost my temper?"

Seeing her frowning, Li Jun withdrew his hand quickly, "You want to go back to the capital, but I didn't say I wouldn't accompany you. You've been like this since I met your third uncle the day before yesterday. If I didn't do well, you can Say it, why should you be bored in your heart?"

"Why do you have to tell me, why don't you think so?" Zong Yue pursed his lips and looked directly at Li Jun, the anger in his heart showed signs of rekindling, "Li Jun, in fact, I have been married to you for so long, except for sleeping at night. With one more person, I am no different from being single."

Zong Yue's personality is not hot, even the quarrel is soft-spoken.