Chapter 870

Chapter 870

At eleven o'clock at night, everything is silent.

Li Qiao lay in Shang Yu's arms, feeling sleepy.

The bedroom was dark, and when I opened my eyes, I could only see vague outlines.

When Li Qiao was half asleep and half awake, the vibrating sound from her mobile phone woke her up completely.

She frowned and moved, Shang Yu held her shoulder and patted it lightly, then turned around and took the mobile phone, which was an unfamiliar number from Myanmar.

The man lowered his head and kissed Li Qiao's forehead, and swiped to answer, "Who is that?"

On the other end of the receiver, there was no sound, but there was a rapid and depressed breathing sound, which seemed particularly strange in the middle of the night.

Shang Yu slowly raised his eyelids, and there were waves in his eyes, but they were fleeting.

His Adam's apple slipped and he cut off the phone.

Li Qiao didn't ask, and Shang Yu didn't say anything. This strange call in the middle of the night was not even enough to arouse their desire to discuss.

...

Then, early the next morning, Li Qiao received a call from Shanglu.

"Sister-in-law, you are amazing." Shanglu opened his mouth and said rainbow fart, "My mother... our mother really called me."

Li Qiao had just finished washing, when she heard Shang Lu's name, she replied flatly, "What did your mother say?"

Shang Lu followed her words and said: "Ask me something about eleven years ago, and also asked me if I have been in touch with my eldest brother recently."

Li Qiao calmly changed the subject, "How is Yun Li?"

Shang Lu was full of complaints and held back abruptly, "It's okay, I'm still alive."

You really can't speak human words.

Li Qiao pressed her forehead, and before hanging up the phone, she told Shang Lu, "Remember my words."

"Don't worry, sister-in-law, I won't talk nonsense."

After finishing the call, Li Qiao looked down at her phone and sent a message to Cheng Mo unhurriedly: At eight o'clock tomorrow morning, hand over the materials of the late Duchess to the British Emperor Times.

Cheng Mo: Yes, madam.

Li Qiao turned off the screen, got up and walked to the balcony to look at the bright sky, her eyes were deep and her smile was cool.

On this day, Ming Dailan decided to leave for the British Emperor.

She didn't buy the painting, she was empty-handed, and even the jewelry promised to Mrs. William and Mrs. Brown was not fulfilled.

Before boarding the plane, Ming Dailan threw the Myanmar mobile phone card into the trash can.

After slumping for three days, at this moment, she regained her usual dignity and elegance, except for those eyes, which hide the dead silence and determination that no one can pry into.

In the cabin, Ming Dailan flipped through the magazine in her hand, and said in a gentle voice, "I heard that your computer skills are very good?"

Yin Mo bent over, "It's okay."

Ming Dailan raised her head from the magazine, glanced at her, and sighed softly: "Go back to the manor, follow me for now."

Yin Mo tilted his head, and tested in a flat tone, "What does Madam need me to do?"

Ming Dailan turned a page of the magazine, "Find out the list of all the Cavaliers who went to Parma with me that year."

"You don't believe Landis' words?"

Ming Dailan lowered her brows and eyes, not showing any clues, "You have too many questions."

"Sorry, ma'am."

...

After Ming Dai Lan's flight took off, Li Qiao who was in the hotel also got the news.

She raised her eyes to look opposite, raised her eyebrows: "Let Xiaohu go."

Bai Yan raised his head and nestled on the sofa, glanced at her with lowered eyes, "When are you going back?"

"Just these few days." Li Qiao lowered her head and poked her phone, as if she was sending a message. After a while, she looked at Bai Yan again, and asked with frowned eyebrows: "What deal did you make with Shaoyan?"

Bai Yan spread his arms, confidently said, "You sleep with him every day, why don't you ask him?"

5000... Another day to make up... Hey...