Chapter 929: Shang Zonghai's Suggestion

Chapter 929: Shang Zonghai's Suggestion

Li San glanced at him, then raised his head toward the hatch: "Get off the plane first."

In the end, Yin Mo, who was wearing a wig and sunglasses, said flatly, "Qizai's mouth is swollen."

Everyone cast their gazes one after another, and their faces were stunned.

It seems that it is really not a quarrel, it may be a 'bicker'.

...

tarmac.

As soon as Li Qiao stepped down the spiral staircase, she received a call from Su Moshi, "You really don't need me to pick you up?"

"No need." Li Qiao raised her eyes to look at the convoy directly ahead, and said softly, "Someone is here to pick you up."

Su Mo breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, I'll go there after you settle down."

After hanging up the phone, Wei Ang, who was waiting beside the convoy, had already come over, "Young Master, Young Madam. The Patriarch is in another courtyard, shall we go there now?"

Shang Yu responded, his eyes were calm.

Wei Ang was stunned for a moment, but was shivered by the man's stern expression.

The young master is so indifferent.

Not long after, when everyone got into the car and drove out of the customs, the inspection process was directly saved.

Several people in the car behind thought that Tan Sri's identity played a role.

But Li Qiao knew well that the unimpeded flow here came from Shang Zonghai.

In Myanmar, Li Qiao has also been away for three years.

When I came back again, my mood didn't change at all.

The street style and folk customs seem to be no different from those three years ago.

The only person who was with her was no longer a partner of Myanmar.

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It takes exactly 40 minutes to arrive at Bieyuan from Naibi Airport.

When Li Qiao got out of the car, she realized that the other vehicles in the convoy had not followed, and even Liuyun and Luoyu were missing.

Wei Ang pulled the back seat door with one hand, and explained in a low voice: "Mister has booked a hotel for everyone, and the location of the other courtyard should not be known to too many people."

Li Qiao nodded clearly, noncommittal.

The car drove into the gate just now, with a lintel above it, and it was carved with complicated patterns.

She has seen that kind of pattern before, and it is the same as the medal of the British Emperor's title, which is used to distinguish the conferred titles.

This other courtyard belongs to a certain Prince Dun.

The highest honorary title in Myanmar, followed by Tan Sri.

Uncle Wu's title is Prince Wu Ludun.

At this moment, Li Qiao and Shang Yu were walking behind Wei Ang side by side, in front of the other courtyard was a gray wall with an arched door.

There is also a screen wall inside the door. The overall architectural style is completely different from that of Myanmar, even with some ancient rhyme.

Passing through the screen wall is the main house on the second floor, with a bamboo forest on the left and a gazebo on the right.

"Is this journey going smoothly?"

A gentle question came from the left, Li Qiao and Shang Yu paused, and saw Shang Zonghai walking out of the bamboo forest in a light gray casual Tang suit.

"Dad." Li Qiao and Shang Yu called out in unison, and she replied that it went well.

Shang Zonghai held a handful of weeds in his hand, and his eyes behind the lens fell on the two of them. In a few seconds, he threw the weeds into the trash can, took the towel from Wei Ang, and smiled while wiping his hands Said: "It seems that things are not going well."

Li Qiao pursed her lips and said nothing, while Shang Yu took her hand and walked straight towards the pavilion, "You read it wrong."

Shang Zonghai wiped the grass clippings on his hands slowly, and looked at Wei Ang calmly, who shook his head like a monk.

Anyway, he didn't know what Patriarch wanted to ask, so shaking his head shouldn't be wrong.

Shang Zonghai threw the towel into his arms, and then walked towards the opposite side.

The three sat down, and the breeze blew into the gazebo, carrying the rustling sound of the bamboo forest.

Shang Zonghai picked up the herbal tea on the table, opened the upside-down cup, and pushed the poured tea in front of Shang Yu, "Myanmar special herbal tea, remove heat and reduce dryness, try it."

The man raised his eyelids, looked directly at Shang Zonghai's smiling cheek, did not speak, and did not serve tea.

Soon, Wei Ang came with a tray with fruits and tea on it.

Shang Zonghai raised his head in Li Qiao's direction and motioned, "Girl, eat some fruit."

Li Qiao lowered her eyes to express her thanks, and before reaching out her hand, Shang Yu took the lead in picking up a piece of guava and handing it to her mouth.

The old god Shang Zonghai was watching from the ground, his sharp eyes revealing a touch of depth.

In just a few minutes, Shang Zonghai drank half a cup of tea, and when the message came from his mobile phone, he clicked on it and looked, "Wei Ang, send Shaoyan to the old Wu's house."

Old Wu...

Li Qiao immediately thought of Uncle Wu.

The Prince Wu Lv who was revered by everyone became Old Wu in the mouth of Shang Zonghai?

Wei Ang accepted the order, while Shang Yu's thick eyebrows were furrowed, "What are you going to do?"

"Get something." Shang Zonghai replied to the message, and then raised his eyes, "He has a good opinion of you. Since you are here, let's meet up by the way. He is also your elder."

Shang Yu took a deep look at Shang Zonghai, and touched Li Qiao's head when he got up, "Wait for me to come back."

Li Qiao smiled and nodded, looking at his swift figure, there were waves in her eyes.

At this time, Shang Zonghai looked sideways, and his expression showed the kindness and tolerance of an elder, "Girl, tell me, what's going on with you and Shaoyan?"

Li Qiao tilted her head, looked at Shang Zonghai for a moment, lowered her eyes and sighed, "I really can't hide anything from you."

In front of Shang Zonghai, there was almost nothing to hide the estrangement between her and Shang Yuyin.

Shang Zonghai gave a short laugh, took a sip of tea, and said with a thought-provoking smile: "You guys are too cautious."

Li Qiao pursed her lips, and the previous smile was replaced by a touch of regret.

"Or..." Shang Zonghai put down his teacup and fiddled with the beads one by one, "It's like walking on thin ice."

This word hit Li Qiao's heart.

She drooped the corners of her eyes, and after a long silence, she asked in a low voice, "Dad... I don't know what to do."

A slightly dull murmur revealed Li Qiao's powerlessness and helplessness.

Shang Zonghai suppressed his smile, and looked at Li Qiao scorchingly.

Since he met this girl, he has never seen her so tired.

Even the Mu family's past events did not arouse her too much emotional resonance.

Shang Zonghai looked at Li Qiao's reddening eyes, raised his hand and patted her on the shoulder, "Girl, come in with Dad."

With a shrill voice, Li Qiao stood up and followed his footsteps with her head lowered.

In the study room of the main house, the fragrance of ink overflows.

In the quiet and quiet environment and in front of trusted elders, it is easy for people to let go of their guards.

Shang Zonghai said while grinding, "Is it because of Shaoyan's disease?"

Li Qiao raised her head and bent her lips forcefully, "You know?"

"You." Shang Zonghai shook his head and laughed, "Except for Shaoyan's illness, I can't think of anything else that can make you helpless. There are no outsiders here, so you can say whatever you want."

Li Qiao could easily see Shang Zonghai's concern and generosity from Shang Zonghai's eyes, and she just blurted out things that could not be said to the outside world.

For five minutes, Shang Zonghai listened attentively. He didn't interrupt, and his eyes remained as gentle as before.

After Li Qiao finished speaking, there was a trace of struggle in her eyes. She curled her fingertips and said in a hoarse voice, "Dad, tell me... what should I do?"