Chapter 869 His Paranoia Gave You

Chapter 869 His paranoia gave you

At the same time, Li Qiao was still sitting in Shang Yu's suite watching him drink soup.

The two seemed to have a tacit understanding, and neither of them mentioned what happened in Diancheng.

Li Qiao looked at Shang Yu's sharp profile, pursed her lips, and stopped talking.

The man was very keen, and looked sideways at the right time, "What do you want to say?"

Li Qiao shook her head, "It's nothing, I'll go back to my room first..."

Before the words finished, Shang Yu raised his thick eyebrows and narrowed his cold eyes, "Aren't you staying here?"

Li Qiao rested her chin and looked at him leisurely, "No, the matter is not finished yet."

There was a profound glint in the man's cold eyes, "Are you sure?"

"certainly."

Shang Yu raised her thin lips slightly, put down the spoon, took her hand and said kindly, "Alright, I'll take you back to your room."

so happy?

Before Li Qiao could react, she was dragged by the man towards the door.

She subconsciously looked back to the balcony, but found that there was no one there.

What about He Chen?

Downstairs, at the door of the room, Li Qiao tiptoed and kissed Shang Yu's face, "Go to bed early too, good night."

The man touched her head and raised his head towards the door to signal.

Li Qiao smiled, swiped her card to open the door, and then... Shang Yu followed her in.

"you……"

The man hooked her waist, directly covered his lips and kissed her deeply.

Li Qiao was forced to look up, feeling helpless and reluctant to push him away.

The two lingered for a long time, and Shang Yu said hoarsely, holding her earlobe, "Keep busy, I will accompany you."

...

The next day, the corner cafe.

Li Qiao sat across from He Chen, tapped her finger on the table lightly, "Are you working hard too?"

He Chen leaned lazily on the back of the chair, and smiled lowly, "Not to mention, it's a new idea to betray a friend."

Li Qiao remained expressionless: "..."

Fortunately, he didn't pack himself with good intentions like Xi Luo.

Li Qiao twitched the corner of her mouth, and said in a calm tone, "That is...Brother Chen is inferior to others?"

Did she overestimate He Chen's ability, or underestimate Shang Yu's sensitivity?

At this time, He Chen touched his cheek with the tip of his tongue, and said with a smile: "Frankly speaking, I never planned to hide it from him from the beginning."

Seeing that Li Qiao was silent, He Chen held a coffee cup and raised his hand to her, "Whether you can hide it or not, but you really think he doesn't know anything? You don't know the virtues of your man."

Li Qiao leaned back, pulling the corners of her mouth and saying nothing.

He Chen smiled, with his usual cynical expression on his handsome face, "Even when you went to see Tu Anliang, he already got the news."

Li Qiao covered her forehead with one hand and sighed, "Even if he knows, he doesn't have to come here in person."

In the whole incident, what she was most worried about was that Shang Yu and Ming Dailan would meet face to face, and that's why she asked He Chen to find a way to distract him.

In the end, Shang Yu still came.

He Chen looked at Li Qiao, and the frivolous look in his eyes receded a bit, "He's not that fragile, and he came to the border just to protect you secretly.

Mrs. Xiao is indeed a knot in his heart, but have you noticed that Mrs. Xiao's influence on him is not as serious as before. "

Li Qiao nodded without thinking, "Well, I felt it at the Fireworks Festival."

She had met Shang Yu and Mrs. Xiao twice, and after contacting her, she was in a state of extreme tension and almost out of control.

Once it was a phone call, and the other time it was a meeting at the mansion.

Later, when they met at the manor at the Fireworks Festival, he was emotionally stable and unhurried, as if the shackles that Mrs. Xiao had put on him had been lifted.

However, what He Chen said next made Li Qiao's heart burn.

He said: "Because Shaoyan gave you all the paranoia."

Li Qiao raised her eyelids, looking at He Chen's rare serious expression, she didn't know how to answer for a while.

He Chen raised his eyebrows, bent his fingers and tapped on the table, "Don't believe it, he has you in everything now."

In other words, Li Qiao is Shang Shaoyan's salvation.

Their union, in the subtle process, healed the damage Mrs. Xiao brought to Shaoyan.

Therefore, this time, Li Qiao plotted against Mrs. Xiao secretly, and Shaoyan knew everything, but chose to acquiesce.

He came to the border with only one purpose, to protect Li Qiao.

...

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Bai Yan returned to the hotel from the stone gambling field.

He found Li Qiao on the rooftop, lit a cigarette a few steps away, and said vaguely: "Ming Dailan called me again, she still wants to buy paintings, what a fucking surprise."

It seems that Landis's appearance didn't seem to have any effect.

Leaning on the rooftop, Li Qiao said without surprise or joy, "It's not normal if you don't buy it."

"You know that well?" Bai Yan turned his head and blew on the cigarette to the side, "Then she won't leave if she can't buy the painting?"

Li Qiao took out a box of sour plums from her pocket, and slowly put a piece into her mouth, "She will leave, but she will also do a good job of superficiality."

Bai Yan snorted lightly, "The exhibition will end tomorrow, can I arrange for someone to send your painting back to Nanyang?"

After that, he narrowed his eyes, and suddenly regretted, "Oh, my people are not available, you let Shang Shaoyan come and get it yourself."

Li Qiao glanced at him, "Let Bai Xiaohu send it to Emperor Yingdi in a few days and hand it over to Mrs. Andrew."

"Andrew?"

Li Qiao responded, with the corners of her lips slightly raised, "Well, it's a free gift."

Bai Yan thought for a while, then pointed at Li Qiao with a cigarette between his fingers, "It's really ruthless, killing people and punishing them is not enough, and the corner of the wall was also dug?"

"It's just easy."

The Charman family wanted to use a painting to buy Mrs. Andrew, so as to stabilize the relationship between Andrew and the Duke's House.

Li Qiao had investigated it a long time ago. The chance of Andrew being elected as the speaker is very high. If Ming Dailan succeeds, the Charman family will be like a tiger with wings added.

This time, she just decided to use a painting to cut off Challman's chance to attract power, and by the way... to add bricks and tiles to the power behind the archbishop.

Why not do it.

...

Another day passed, and Ming Dailan's mental state was visibly depressed by the naked eye.

The art jewelry exhibition had closed, and she still hadn't gotten her hands on the painting of King III.

It was getting late, and the food on the table was already cold.

Ming Dailan sat on one side with a tired expression, neither eating nor drinking, feeling a bit lost.

Yin Mo observed for a long time, then asked tentatively: "Ma'am, should I ask the kitchen to heat up the food?"

Ming Dailan looked at Yin Mo in a trance, collected herself, shook her head, "Get out."

"You don't want to eat?"

Ming Dailan got up and walked to the window, sighed wistfully, "Get ready, go back to Emperor Ying tomorrow."

"That painting..."

Ming Dailan looked at herself in the glass, stretched out her hand to put the messy bun on her cheeks behind her ears, her expression was indifferent and sad, "If they don't sell it, what can I do?"

This negative tone revealed a full of irony, which was completely opposite to her unscrupulous nature.

Yin Mo covered the deep meaning in his eyes, turned around and prepared to call room service.

At this time, Ming Dailan suddenly called her in a low voice, "Yin Mo, go and buy me a Myanmar phone card."