Chapter 887 Still Water Flows Deep

Chapter 887 Still Water Flows Deep

It wasn't until the two came to the bathroom that Li Qiao saw that Shang Yu followed in, and then she realized something was wrong.

She coughed lightly, pouted towards the door, "I'll wash it myself."

By implication, you get out.

Shang Yu's eyes were dark and deep, and he stretched out his hand to open the belt of the nightgown hanging from his waist and abdomen, with a cold and sexy movement, "Together."

Can it be washed?

Li Qiao took a step back, the words of refusal were on her lips, but the man grabbed her lips and blocked them all in the next second.

Intimacy is probably the best medicine for calming emotions.

...

The next day, it snowed.

Li Qiao opened her eyes in a daze, and raised the curtain to see the world covered in silver outside.

She hugged the quilt and recalled last night, rolled her throat, her brows and eyes were filled with amorous feelings that couldn't be hidden.

Li Qiao didn't know how she fell asleep.

From the bathroom to the bed, his movements were slow and extremely gentle, and the time was extraordinarily long.

Later, just before she fell asleep, she seemed to hear him say something in her ear.

Li Qiao looked out the snowy window and remembered three seconds later.

At that time Shang Yu said: "There will be no birth in the future."

After a while, Li Qiao got up and went downstairs. The man had already gone to the company. She had nothing to do, so she sat by the window holding a pregnancy book to pass the time.

...

The scandal of Shang Yu's mutilation of siblings suddenly came to light at three o'clock in the afternoon.

Not in Nanyang, but the British Emperor.

As the bishop of the entire House of Lords, the archbishop should not be qualified to be a priest if he is so vicious that he can kill his siblings.

When Li Qiao got the news, it was eleven o'clock in the middle of the night in Nanyang.

Shang Yu hasn't come home yet, he just called her and told her to go to bed early without waiting for him.

At the same time, Charlemagne Manor.

Ming Dailan sat in the studio, looking at the phone with a tense expression, "Who did it?"

Yin Mo lowered his head and replied sternly, "I'm still not sure if it's the eldest son or... Mister."

Ming Dailan tightened her fingers, "Universal Society..."

Yin Mo nodded, "Global Agency is an industry owned by the Second Crown Prince. Today's sudden announcement may be to divert attention from... the cause of the death of the former Duchess."

Ming Dailan leaned back on the chair suddenly, her tone was heavy, "Where's Xiao Yehui?"

"The eldest son went to the parliament building yesterday and hasn't come back yet."

Ming Dailan closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then opened her eyes again, her expression has returned to the previous gentle and indifferent, "You go out first."

Yin Mo nodded and left, and Ming Dailan took out her mobile phone to make a call after the door was closed tightly.

On the other side, Xiao Hongdao, who was in the tea room, was making tea comfortably, and raised his eyelids, "What is she doing?"

Yin Zhihong half-bent, answered truthfully, "Madam is still painting, and hasn't come out all afternoon."

Xiao Hongdao bowed his head and blew on the hot air from the teacup, "Well, I can hold my breath."

"Sir, you and Madam..." Yin Zhihong wanted to inquire, but stopped talking.

A smile appeared on Xiao Hongdao's slightly old-fashioned eyebrows, "Old Yin, how long have you been with me?"

Yin Zhihong's expression tightened, and he quickly lowered his head, "Sir, it's almost forty years."

"It's been so long, but it's the first time I've noticed that you're so curious." Xiao Hongdao said, with a warm and faint smile still on his face.

Yin Zhihong knew that he had exceeded the rules, so he lowered his head again, "Sir, I..."

"Forget it." Xiao Hongdao waved his hand, "Go and call Xiaomo over."

Yin Zhihong bowed his waist and exited the tea room, but sweat broke out on his forehead because of panic and nervousness.

He regretted it unceasingly, hurriedly went to find Yin Mo, dragged her to the backyard of the manor, and exhorted: "Momo, I'll see Mr. later, don't talk too much, understand?"

Yin Mo nodded with the same expression, "Understood, Dad."

Yin Zhihong has followed Xiao Hongdao for decades, and the tacit understanding he has formed for a long time allows him to figure out Xiao Hongdao's intentions almost instantly.

He asked Yin Mo to go over, which was a disguised warning and temptation.

I'm afraid... Momo and his wife have gotten too close recently, which has already aroused the suspicion of the husband.

Yin Zhihong urged him repeatedly, for fear that Yin Mo, who was ignorant of the world, would offend Xiao Hongdao.

At this time, Yin Mo looked at him very calmly, "What did you say to your husband?"

Yin Zhihong pursed his lips, and reprimanded him severely, "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, why don't you have a long memory?"

Yin Mo glanced at him, turned around and went back to the manor without saying a word.

Yin Zhihong didn't dare to say anything, and reminded him in a low voice behind her, "Remember what Dad said."

In the tea room, Yin Mo walked in with his usual dull expression, "Sir."

This is the expression management that He Chen taught her, if you don't want anyone to explore your heart, then put everything in peace.

She always remembered the four words He Chen emphasized: Still water runs deep.

At this time, Xiao Hongdao didn't say a word, he made tea and continued tea, as if Yin Mo didn't exist.

Time passed by every minute in such a weird atmosphere.

After a full hour, the sky outside the window had turned dark blue, Xiao Hongdao put down the medical book in his hand, and motioned to the chair near the tea table, "Sit down."

Yin Mo's legs were stiff, and he paused for two seconds before walking over and sitting down.

Xiao Hongdao poured a cup of herbal tea and pushed it in front of her, his eyes fell on her face, and he said meaningfully: "Ah Hui went out yesterday, why didn't you follow?"

Yin Mo raised his head, looked directly at Xiao Hongdao, "Young Master didn't call me."

"Didn't call you?" Xiao Hongdao chewed on her words, leaned back in the chair, "You are his bodyguard, and he needs to greet you personally when he goes out?"

"Sir, I misunderstood." Yin Mo lowered his eyes, his posture was very respectful, "It is the eldest son who knows that I have been accompanying my wife to relieve boredom recently, so I have arranged a team of escorts for my daily trips."

Xiao Hongdao rubbed his teacup and nodded with satisfaction, "Mrs. is indeed in a bad mood recently, and it is understandable for you to accompany her to relieve boredom. But... after so many days of relieved boredom, has her condition improved?"

"It looks better."

Xiao Hongdao pursed the corners of his lips, and said casually: "Since this is the case, it's time for you to go out and do some errands."

Yin Mo's eyebrows brightened, "Sir, please tell me."

Xiao Hongdao poured out the herbal tea in the teacup unhurriedly, glanced at Yin Mo, and said in a deep voice: "I heard that the seven of you have a good relationship, so you can go to Nanyang while Ah Hui is away. Do something for me."

...

Nanyang, midnight.

Before Shang Yu returned, Li Qiao sat lazily in the laboratory, only her eyes were filled with frost.

She had known for a long time that the Charman family would not sit still and was ready to attack.

But they really underestimated their viciousness, and tried to attack Shang Yu with the shit that happened eleven years ago.

The crime of mutilating his brother is even more heinous than his murder and arson.

And the identity of the archbishop really cannot tolerate any stains.

"Little friend, don't say anything with a cold face." Xi Luo raised her phone and stared at the screen, frowning and urging, "I don't need to repeat how serious the consequences of this matter are. The archbishop is the leader of the clergy. Not to mention mutilating siblings, according to the rules, he can't even kill dogs."