Chapter 919 Are You Here to Sow Discord?

Chapter 919 Are you here to sow discord?

In the lounge, Shang Yu sat sideways, his dark eyes filled with dim light.

He didn't say a word, just looked at Li Qiao.

The atmosphere became oppressive and heavy, and the man slowly closed his eyes, as if he was trying to settle his emotions.

Li Qiao leaned on the sofa, turned on her phone and saw many missed calls and messages.

She sighed wistfully, looked at Shang Yu's side face, and said lightly, "I was a little sleepy just now, so I fell asleep."

This is not a perfect explanation, after all, she never leaves her mobile phone.

He couldn't find her, so he must have lost his temper again.

Li Qiao felt helpless and faintly tired, for both him and herself.

Shang Yu is too sensitive, and the typical characteristic of being insecure is worrying and pessimistic.

He will habitually have negative emotions, which is not his fault.

But every time it happened, she was inevitably a little tired.

Right or wrong, Li Qiao just didn't know what else to do to give him a sense of security.

Unless he is cured of his ills.

However, there is no specific medicine for mental illnesses, and emotion, cognition, and behavior cannot be determined to be a manifestation of the disease or a manifestation of his own will.

Li Qiao lowered her eyelids, suppressed her chaotic emotions, and bumped his arm with the bend of her arm, "Why don't you speak?"

At this time, Shang Yu leaned back against the back of the chair, his tense outline did not ease at all, "Are you tired?"

"Not tired." The tacit understanding formed for a long time made Li Qiao subconsciously follow his words and say, "It's much better after a night's sleep."

The man's eyes were dark, dim and dull.

He tilted his head to look at Li Qiao's tired and pale cheeks, and some reasons were self-evident.

Shang Yu didn't speak for a long time, he pursed his lips several times and then loosened them, the words lingered on his lips, but he didn't have the confidence to ask.

Li Qiao, are you tired? Will it be tiring to be with me?

He didn't know that his overly sensitive mind would not only anger other people, but even Li Qiao, whom he cared most about, would not be spared.

But... the human heart is uncontrollable.

Shang Yu closed his eyes and reached out to touch the corner of Li Qiao's pale mouth, "Go home, huh?"

Li Qiao looked directly at his brows and eyes, full of thick depression that made her heart palpitate.

Stung in the heart, Li Qiao stood up and sent herself into his arms, "You carry me away."

No matter how tired and helpless she was, facing such Shangyu, she had to compromise.

The man's strong arms wrapped around Li Qiao, bowed his head and kissed her on the top of her head, hugged her horizontally, and went straight to the parking lot in the backyard.

...

On the other side, Shen Qingye was still dragging Yin Mo to complain in the office.

Complaints such as why did you hang up on me, did you not want to see me, etc.

He Chen stood with his back in front of the window, with a cigarette in his hand, his brows were handsome and a bit ecstatic and stern.

Yin Mo's voice of denial slowly came from his ear, but none of them caused any waves in his eyes.

He Chen faintly felt that Shaoyan's illness was getting worse.

In just five minutes, he was almost furious when he didn't find Li Qiao, if...

He Chen frowned, and stopped thinking deeply.

I can only pin my hopes on Li Qiao, and hope that she will be safe and successful forever.

But there is a word called Murphy's Law.

"Knock knock—"

A knock on the door interrupted He Chen's thoughts.

The silly younger brother He Ao came in and reported in a low voice: "Brother, Master Yan took Miss Li away."

He Chen frowned slightly, "Already left?"

He Ao nodded, and didn't dare to say anything, he glanced at Shen Qingye vigilantly, and closed the door silently.

Sure enough, every time the people who came to make trouble were related to Ms. Li.

It's fucking amazing.

At half past nine in the night, He Chen personally sent Shen Qingye and the others back to the mansion.

After getting out of the car, Shen Qingye called Bai Lu back, glanced at He Chen's back seriously, and muttered in a low voice, "Have you exchanged all the chips just now?"

Bailu pursed his lips inexplicably, "No."

Not only did they not get it back, even Mr. Xiao Shen's principal was confiscated.

After listening to Bai Luhui's report, Shen Qingye pressed his empty trouser pockets with both hands, gritted his teeth, "I won with my own ability, so he's too embarrassed to confiscate it?"

Bai Lu nodded back, "Brother Chen said, if you are not satisfied, you can file a complaint with Mr. Shen."

Shen Qingye: "..."

...

Not long after, He Chen found Li Qiao in the underground laboratory.

Luo Yu, who was waiting outside the door, saw him and hurriedly bowed, "Brother Chen."

With his coat hanging on his arms, He Chen slowed down and glanced at the glass room, "Is Shaoyan here?"

"The boss is in the study, Brother Chen, if..."

Before Luo Yu finished speaking, He Chen waved his hand, "Go up."

Luo Yu did as he said, and when he walked into the elevator, his eyes showed a little solemnity.

The boss and his wife seem to be at odds.

Although they didn't quarrel, Luo Yu always felt that something was wrong with them.

After returning to the mansion, one of them went to the study, and the other came to the laboratory, as if deliberately avoiding each other.

Luo Yu knows nothing about love and love, secretly guessing that this may be the adjustment and fun of marriage.

In the laboratory, when Li Qiao heard He Chen's voice, she put away her melancholy expression and looked up at the door.

He Chen fought back and locked the glass door, dragged a swivel chair and sat down, and put his coat aside, "How is Shaoyan?"

At this time, Li Qiao crossed her legs and looked down at her toes, "It's okay."

"No quarrel?" He Chen leaned heavily on the back of the chair, examining her expression with his long and narrow eyes.

Li Qiao looked indifferently, "As for the noise?"

It's just a chain reaction caused by a small incident, and it doesn't rise to the level of a quarrel.

Besides, Li Qiao couldn't bear to quarrel with Shang Yu.

He Chen rubbed the short hair on his forehead back, his lips curved into a smile, "I hope you two have a fight, at least you don't have to worry about it."

Li Qiao remained silent, with a quiet and indifferent look on her face.

"Wronged?" He Chen propped his elbow on the corner of the table, raised his eyelids, and continued: "You should be wronged."

Li Qiao raised her eyebrows, "Are you here to sow discord?"

He Chen propped his forehead and smiled softly, "It seems that it's not a big deal if you're still protecting it like this."

Li Qiao curled her lips, "It's just an oolong."

"Then do you know what Shaoyan will do if he can't find you in the casino tonight?"

Li Qiao's eyes flashed, and there was a little melancholy between her brows, "Didn't I find it in the end."

He Chen's Adam's apple rolled, and he became addicted to cigarettes.

He looked around, saw the box of sour plums on the corner of the table, grabbed a piece of it in his hand, and ate a piece, "Li Qiao, have you ever thought about curing his illness?"

"I've thought about it." Li Qiao raised her eyes, her tone lowered a few degrees, "But it's not easy."

He Chen was silent for a moment with a sour plum slice in his mouth, and pointedly pierced her hesitation, "You are reluctant to give him medicine, and you don't want him to know that you are studying his illness."

Li Qiao raised her forehead and glanced at him, "Brother Chen is really perceptive."