Chapter 977

Chapter 977

Li Qiao raised her head and casually refused, "No."

As soon as the words fell, a deep and cold voice hit the back of Luo Yu's head, "There is no need to report this kind of thing in the future."

The hairs all over Luo Yu's body instantly stood on end.

She turned around in astonishment, and suddenly saw Shang Yu's dark and deep gaze, and lowered her head in panic, "Yes, boss."

The man's eyes were covered with thin frost, he pushed the door into the ward, and locked Luo Yu outside with his backhand.

Cold, bone-piercing cold.

A casual look from the boss can make her knees weak and want to kneel.

He is still him, the overlord of Nanyang, but he seems to be more sinister and domineering than before.

Only Li Qiao can make him look good.

Luo Yu's eyes were complicated, and his heart was filled with uneasiness.

Through the glass of the door, I saw with my own eyes that Shang Yu walked to the window and rubbed Li Qiao's hair, his movements were tender and gentle.

Luo Yu couldn't hear their conversation, so he could only turn and leave worriedly.

I hope she is thinking too much.

...

In the room, Shang Yu sat sideways by the bed, wrapped his long arms around, and pulled Li Qiao into his arms, "Why haven't you slept yet?"

Li Qiao is not short in stature, but is slender and slender. Sitting in a man's arms, she looks a lot petite.

She glanced sideways, her gaze fell on his Adam's apple, and a smile appeared in her eyes, "You let someone take Landis away?"

The 'Yan Wang Ye' that Bai Yan spoke of is probably him.

The man touched her warm cheek, lowered his head, and said in a thick voice, "Have you seen the news?"

Li Qiao took the phone, pursed her lips and smiled lightly, "Of course, the entire Yingdi social platform is paralyzed. The official media for the morning news is under the jurisdiction of the House of Lords?"

Shang Yu's Adam's apple slid, and his thin lips raised a sharp arc, "Well, let's go with the flow."

this phrase……

Li Qiao stroked the frame of the phone, and guessed after a little thought.

She stared at Shang Yu, her eyes burning slightly, "So... is she really crazy?"

In fact, the scandal of Xiao Hongdao murdering his wife was not irreversible.

In the final analysis, it is all friction between husband and wife. If you find a favorable excuse, it is easy to reverse the direction of public opinion.

Instead, it was the video of Ming Dailan being abandoned on the street, which completely ignited public outrage.

"It's not important." The man lowered his head and kissed the corner of her mouth, "This is just the beginning."

Perhaps, Ming Dailan's final value is just a chess piece used by the Shang family to deal with Xiao Hongdao.

It doesn't matter right or wrong, Li Qiao just feels sad for her.

Searching and searching for a lifetime, in the end, there is nothing.

Whether she was pretending to be crazy or crazy, it was all caused by her own hands.

If she really loves her son dearly, how could she only remember her Ah Zun when she was in a state of insanity.

Shang Yu, Shang Lu, Xiao Yening... She forgot all of them.

Ming Dailan didn't even apologize to Shang Yu for her stupidity.

Deep in her memory, she only remembered that Azun was kind to her, so she wanted to find him and continue to enjoy Azun's tolerance and love.

In this life, from beginning to end, Ming Dailan loves herself the most.

...

In the dead of night in the ward, Li Qiao fell asleep in Shang Yu's arms.

After the lights went out, the man leaned over and pressed a kiss on her forehead, looked at her deeply for a long while, then turned and went out the door.

Outside the door, Luo Yu stood not far away, his eyes flickering, and he wanted to speak, but he hesitated to speak.

Shang Yu passed her by, and amidst the sharp footsteps, she heard the man's warning, "Don't disturb her."

Luo Yu nodded, watching the man's estranged back gradually go away, only to realize that his palms were wet with sweat.

Such a boss is truly frightening.

When Shang Yu returned to the other courtyard, the torrential rain fell instantly.

In the study, Shang Zonghai held the iPad in one hand, and looked at the news of Yingdi calmly.

Hearing footsteps, Wei Ang hurried forward to open the door, "Master."

As Shang Yu walked along, the cloth on his shoulders was already wet by the rain.

The broken hair hanging down on his forehead was also damp, making his face even more stern and deep.

"Drenched in the rain?" Shang Zonghai put down the tablet, and the old god looked up at the door.

Shang Yu didn't make a sound, walked over to him with thin lips and sat down, crossed his legs and lowered his head to light a cigarette, "You let someone release the video of her on the streets of Myanmar?"

Shang Zonghai took off his glasses, leaned against the back of the chair and glanced at Wei Ang, "Bring a towel here."

Wei Ang took the order to leave.

Shang Zonghai put the glasses on his left hand side, then picked up the ink stick and rubbed the ink gently on the ink tray, "Everything must be paid for by some interest."

Shang Yu turned his head and exhaled a puff of thick smoke, the white mist dispersed, blurring the man's sharp eyebrows, "Are you still going to take care of her?"

"I can't control too much, at most save my life." Shang Zonghai studied the ink slowly, and the fragrance of the ink flowed around, as if it had the effect of calming the nerves.

Seeing that the deepness between the man's eyebrows and eyes has subsided a lot, Shang Zonghai raised his eyebrows and sighed: "Don't underestimate Xiao Hongdao, a mere woman is not so easy to shake his position."

"Of course not." Shang Yu's eyes were as deep as the sea, and a playful cold light shot out from his eyes, "The intention of you releasing the video is to force him to do something?"

Shang Zonghai reached across the table and picked up the cigarette case on the corner of the table, with a slightly deep expression, "Only a moment of life and death can inspire a person's potential."

"Let Xiao Hongdao kill her to test the authenticity?"

Shang Zonghai lit a cigarette, narrowed his eyes, "You can't expect me to miss the old love?"

"This way, it's best." Shang Yu raised his thin lips awe-inspiringly.

Shang Zonghai gave him a displeased look, "You ran back in the middle of the night just to remind me not to be soft-hearted?"

There was a smile on the man's lips, and the spreading aura gradually disappeared, "I'm just afraid that you will make the same mistakes again."

Coincidentally, Wei Ang came late with a bath towel in his hand.

Shang Zonghai snorted, opened the drawer at the corner of the table, took out a white porcelain bottle from it, and threw it to the opposite side, "Eat two, so that we won't have a fever tomorrow and worry the girl."

The man raised his arms, shook the palm of his hand, and stopped the white porcelain bottle in the air.

He caressed lightly and lazily breathed a sigh of relief, "Have you talked to Shanglu?"

Shang Zonghai smoked, his mature handsome face was indistinguishably deep, he said: "Sooner or later, he will know that after so many years, he should grow up."

...

The next day, the British Emperor Charman's scandal had spread across the ocean to Burma.

Not everyone knows it, but politicians from all over the world have heard of it.

Crown Prince George sent someone to contact Xiao Hongdao, but he did not get a reply for a long time, and Xiao Yehui was also in a state of being out of contact.

So, Prince George looked at a certain message on his phone, shook his head, and cursed with a smile, "Old foxes will always be old foxes."

After that, he turned to look at the assistant secretary beside him, and ordered without changing his face: "In my name, I propose to the House of Representatives and the royal family to take back the title of Duke Charman's nobility. Let the council organize discussions, and I will discuss it in three days. Participate in person."

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