Chapter 888: Opportunity

Chapter 888: Opportunity

Li Qiao raised her eyelids lazily, staring at Xi Luo in the video, "Are you in...the sky?"

Xi Luo: "..." God damn it.

She flipped the camera and aimed at the night outside the car, "Ferris wheel!"

"Oh." Li Qiao responded, and continued the previous topic, "I have killed people, but killing dogs is nothing."

Xi Luo turned back to the front camera and echoed, "Yes, yes, even if your family massacres the city, it's nothing. But the problem now is that he holds the title of archbishop, and these things can be done secretly, but on the surface. Absolutely not allowed.

What do you think, is there any good countermeasure? If not, I'm going to hang up. "

Li Qiaoyun said calmly, "What's the rush?"

"You're talking nonsense, can I not be in a hurry?" Xi Luo was still wearing hot pants, her slender legs were lying on the armrest of the car, "If this matter is not resolved, all the archbishop's staff will be implicated , I, bear the brunt."

Li Qiao raised her eyebrows with a smile, "Not really."

Xi Luo narrowed her eyes thoughtfully, and shook her mobile phone, "Seeing you like this, do you have a countermeasure?"

"Well, sort of."

Li Qiao propped her chin with one hand, revealing an intriguing light smile.

Xi Luo didn't understand, and didn't bother to delve into it. She turned her head and looked down at the night view under the Ferris wheel, and sighed softly: "This trick is too dark, and I don't know who to learn from..."

Before the words fell, Xi Luo stopped talking.

This trick is not only sinister, but also very familiar.

A while ago, Li Qiao had been using the Imperial Times to spread the scandal of the Charman family to the public.

Xi Luo pursed her lips, looked back at the screen, "Okay, I don't think it will affect you at all, it's fortunate that my younger brother is still in Yingdi to get angry for you, hang up."

After the two hung up the phone, Li Qiao slowly relaxed her brows, and looked at the time, it was already half past twelve at night.

She turned off the computer and walked out of the laboratory, the mansion immersed in the night looked extraordinarily quiet.

Li Qiao had just returned to the living room when Bai Yan called again.

The incident of Shang Yu had a great impact in the British Empire, and it was daytime over there, and public opinion fermented extremely fast.

On the phone, Bai Yan breathed a sigh of relief, his voice was hoarse and gentle, "What's going on? This kind of news can also be sent out, the Xiao family is at the end of their ropes?"

"Who knows." Li Qiao leaned casually on the armrest of the sofa, lowered her head and played with the tie of her nightgown, and couldn't help but yawned.

Bai Yan was silent for a few seconds, "What do you want to do? I checked, and it was the news from the Universal News Agency. There is no clear evidence so far. I guess there is still a follow-up."

Li Qiao raised her head and blinked, then smiled lightly, "Maybe, maybe not."

"speak English."

Li Qiao pursed her lips, "If it were you, would you use unsubstantiated things as a stunt?"

Without hesitation, Bai Yan said, "That's something a fool would do."

"So, this is not death without proof." Li Qiao folded her legs, and the old god said on the ground: "He wants to kill two birds with one stone, so let's try it out."

Bai Yan sneered coldly, "The first bird is your Lord Yan, and who is the second?"

"Ming Dailan."

Li Qiao cleared her throat, maybe her throat was a little dry from the phone call for too long, she got up and poured water, and warned Bai Yan, "Don't make a move, just wait and see what happens."

With a stern face, Bai Yan muttered, "Why don't you wait and see what happens? If Shang Shaoyan's reputation is ruined, I will definitely ask you for compensation."

"His reputation is much better than yours."

Listening to the disconnection notification tone on the phone, Bai Yan cursed, touched a cigarette from the bed, and couldn't help thinking, his reputation is worse than Shang Shaoyan?

Blind bullshit.

...

At one o'clock in the night, Li Qiao appeared downstairs in Yanhuang's headquarters.

She got out of the car and stepped on the thin snow on the ground. When she looked up, a few snowflakes fell with the wind, and it snowed again.

Li Qiao came by herself because she went out in the evening because of the rain.

She looked at the brightly lit Yanhuang Building, and was just about to walk in when a bunch of car lights happened to light up at the exit of the parking lot next to it.

Li Qiao paused, listening to the approaching engine car, stood in the snow and cast her gaze intently.

The commercial vehicle drove out slowly, Xu Shi saw Li Qiao, and the vehicle stopped suddenly, leaving deep ruts on the snow.

The automatic door opened, and Shang Yu leaned out all in black.

Under the street lamp, the snowflakes fell into mottled shadows.

Shang Yu was wearing a coat and striding towards Li Qiao, "When did you come? Why don't you stay at home and sleep well?"

A few snowflakes hung on Li Qiao's head, she smiled slightly, and asked without answering, "Just finished?"

The man made a gesture to take off the coat on his shoulders, but Li Qiao held back his movement, "It's not cold."

"Come here on purpose?" Shang Yu brushed the snowflakes on her hair, the color of her pupils was very dark, a kind of thickness that couldn't be melted even by the light.

Li Qiao pulled down his hand and looked at the deserted road in front of her, "It's snowing, walk with me?"

Shang Yu curled up his thin lips, with a hint of helplessness looming in his eyes, "You don't sleep at night, just to go out for a walk?"

"This is called fun." Li Qiao took his hand, knuckles passing through his fingers and interlocking fingers, "Let's go."

Shang Yu has always indulged her without a bottom line, but fortunately it is snowing and it is not cold.

The street lamps stretched their figures obliquely, the snowflakes fell, and the commercial vehicles and Mercedes-Benz also followed them at low speed to escort them.

The two walked quietly for a few meters, Li Qiao looked sideways at Shang Yu, and slowed down her pace, "Is the matter over?"

The man clasped her five fingers tightly, his lips curled and his eyelashes drooped, "Well, almost."

Li Qiao observed his handsome face without blinking, it was still sharp, wild and unruly, and seemed not to be affected.

Perhaps her gaze was too hot, the man turned to her sideways, with a faint smile on his lips, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

A snowflake fell on Li Qiao's eyelashes. She blinked and raised her eyebrows willfully, "See if you will be affected."

Even though Mingdailan's influence on Shang Yu is not as great as before, it doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

To completely untie the knot of heart for many years, one more opportunity is needed.

This time, it was just the beginning.

Shang Yu lowered his eyes to meet hers, and the curve of his lips gradually deepened, "News about the British Emperor?"

"Yes." Li Qiao faced his question directly, word by word, "What happened back then has nothing to do with you."

Next, she succinctly stated the truth eleven years ago.

The snow fell harder and harder, filling in the footprints they had walked along the way.

Shang Yu was silent for a long time, with shadows in his eyes.

He slipped his Adam's apple, pulled her hand to his lips and bowed his head to kiss her, "No one can affect me except you."

With a thought in Li Qiao's mind, the gurgling heat spread to her limbs and bones. She turned her face away, and after two seconds of silence, she pulled her lips and said, "Then why don't you go home? Deal with the scandal behind my back?"

At this time, Shang Yu's warm fingertips brushed her face, and a smile overflowed from his lips, "You think I'm dealing with Emperor Ying's affairs?"

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