Chapter 932: Tie

Chapter 932: Tie

I don't know if it's because her mood became more open after venting, or Li Qiao has changed, but the heavy emotions that lingered on her face recently seemed to have disappeared.

Shang Yu breathed slightly, leaned over to hug her, but restrained his movements.

Because he was sweating, even his shirt was wet.

Li Qiao met the man's eyes, and seemed to understand his intentions, she took a step forward with a smile, opened her arms and hugged his waist, "Can't stand anymore?"

Her initiative seemed to have given Shang Yu great encouragement.

The man bent over and hugged her, the thin sweat on his neck rubbed against Li Qiao's cheeks, his eyes closed and the corners of his lips curled up, "Well, hold me tight."

Li Qiao tightened her arms obediently, rubbed her soft palm on his back, and asked again, "You won?"

"Not really, it's just a tie."

Shang Yu's eyes were gentle, but the long fight still made him a little exhausted.

The man couldn't bear to put all his weight on Li Qiao's body. After hugging her for a short while, he led her and walked slowly towards the rest area inside the boxing room.

Fortunately, the chairs fixed to the floor were not destroyed by them.

Just as Li Qiao sat down, another group of people rushed in from outside the boxing room door.

Looking around, they are all acquaintances.

Li San and Yun Li walked right in front, seeing the scene in the boxing room, their expressions were indescribable.

The hotel they were arranged to stay in happened to be the Baird Governor's Mansion Resort Hotel.

At this time, Li San stepped forward, raised his eyebrows seriously and joked, "You two have turned against each other?"

Sitting on the floor, He Chen calmly raised his head. He didn't speak, but his eyes fell on Yin Mo who was in the crowd.

Li San walked in front of He Chen, bent down and stretched out his hand, blocking his sight impartially, "Just now I heard that you guys were fighting in the boxing gym, I thought it was a rumor."

He Chen jumped up from the ground with the strength of Li San's hand, probably hurting his injury, he hissed, "Did you come here specially to watch the fun?"

Li San folded his hands on his chest, staring at He Chen's handsome and frivolous cheeks, and glanced at Shang Yu's direction from the corner of his eye, "The main reason is to see who wins between you two."

Shen Qingye murmured softly, "Brother Chen is already sitting on the ground, I guess he was beaten to the ground by Master Yan."

Xia Siyu took the opportunity to answer: "It's possible."

Only Yin Mo carefully observed He Chen's unscarred cheeks, and then vaguely glanced at the open front of his shirt. The honey-colored chest had clear texture and also had no scars.

Yin Mo said, "Not necessarily, brother Chen is not injured."

Hearing this, Shen Qingye lightly punched her on the shoulder, "Second Yin, don't be clumsy, I just bet one million on Lord Yan outside the door, and Lord Yan must win."

And Yun Li, who had been silent for a long time, soon saw the clue.

Leaning against the door frame, he said in a moderate voice, "His injuries are all on his legs."

Although there were obvious bruises on Shang Yu's exposed chest, there was a lot of vigor all over his body.

On the other hand, He Chen seemed to be fine, but his long legs wrapped in his trousers were trembling all the time, and he couldn't even stand upright.

When it comes to winning or losing, Lord Yan is slightly better.

After all, they are real brothers, there is no injury on each other's faces, and the punches and kicks probably hit places that cannot be seen.

...

Not long after, Li Qiao and Shang Yu left the boxing gym first.

Wei Ang followed behind them dazedly, and he did not forget to report the battle situation to Shang Zonghai during the period.

Not knowing what the other party asked, Wei Ang sucked his red nose, and said in a muffled voice: "Eldest Young Master and Brother Chen didn't see blood, I... saw blood."

His nose was bleeding from the punching bag.

Li Qiao asked Luo Yu to open a suite in the hotel, and accompanied Shang Yu into the elevator slowly.

Shen Qingye and others who were still in the boxing gym couldn't help looking at each other.

Who will lose and who will win?

Each of them made a bet, and they all bet on the winner.

Li San stepped forward and patted He Chen on the shoulder, "Can you still go?"

He Chen shrugged, calmed down and walked towards the door step by step.

In a blink of an eye, he and Yin Mo passed by, their steps slowed down, they looked ahead, and asked a little arrogantly, "Who do you bet on to win?"

Yin Mo looked at his well-defined side face, his eyes flickered slightly, but he said bluntly, "Master Yan."

He Chen strode away with trembling legs.

A word floated in the air very clearly: Fuck!

He and Shaoyan are equal.

And in order to let him vent completely, He Chen did not show mercy.

But whether it is the explosive power of the muscles or the speed of punching, Shaoyan is indeed faster.

The sandbag in the first boxing room was broken by Shang Yu.

He Chen is a bit depressed, this guy is unstable and can still draw with him, if he is in the best condition...

Outside the boxing gym, his confidant Ah Yong appeared out of nowhere, "Brother Chen, is it a tie?"

He Chen glanced at him, "You have a good eye."

Ayong immediately rubbed his hands, overjoyed, "Then wait for me for two minutes, and I'll collect the bet."

He Chen narrowed his eyes, pinched his waist and took a breath, and repeated slowly, "Gambling, gold?"

"You don't know, just now everyone bet on the black shirt... It was Yan Ye who won, and I was the only one who bet on a tie." A Yong grinned innocently, "I knew that Yan Ye would be merciful."

CNM!

...

In the river valley promenade, He Chen leaned against the railing and bowed his head to smoke.

His legs were weak, he lazily took out his cell phone and made a call.

"Have you chatted with Li Qiao?"

Shang Zonghai drank tea comfortably, and said in a warm voice, "We've talked. How are you? I heard you were tied?"

He Chen took a long drag on his cigarette, "Old man, are you gloating in this tone or do you think I should lose?"

Shang Zonghai laughed loudly: "I thought you would win. It seems that even if Shaoyan has something on his mind, he won't make too low-level mistakes."

"That's enough, that's enough." He Chen frowned in disgust, "You still don't know what your son's virtue is? Praising him in front of me is giving preference to one another."

The old god Shang Zonghai sipped his tea on the ground, "I know you've worked hard, and when the girl and Shaoyan finish their heart-to-heart talks, you also come to the other courtyard."

He Chen was silent for a short while, looking at the figure slowly approaching the entrance of the corridor, he held up his mobile phone and said casually: "I have something to do, so I won't go. You can ask Wei Ang to bring me some medicine as soon as possible, or your son-in-law will be disabled gone."

After finishing the call, He Chen stuffed his phone into his trouser pocket, lowered his eyelids and continued to smoke.

A light footstep sounded from far to near, but He Chen ignored it, but there was a melodious arc on his thin lips.

Then, the other party walked past him without any intention of staying.

He Chen tightened his grip on the cigarette in his hand instantly, and said in a dangerously elongated tone, "Stop—"

The footsteps stopped, it was Yin Mo.

She looked back sideways, looked at He Chen's posture without raising her head, and asked in a light tone: "Are you still... okay?"

He Chen flicked the cigarette butt in his hand, raised his handsome face in slow motion, "Can't you see?"