Chapter 995 Not Only One Choice

Chapter 995 Not Only One Choice

Shang Yu came obliquely from behind, and Qin Si under the parasol pinched the cigarette in his hand, bent his knees and got up, "Long time no see."

"Sit." Shang Yu's profile was stern, and he sat under the umbrella with his waist down. He took the cigarette case and lowered his head to light a cigarette.

Qin Si stared at Shang Yu's unusually indifferent side face, curled his lips into a faint smile, "I'm not busy recently, I just happen to be free."

The man was sipping on a cigarette, and the rising smoke blurred his edges and corners, "From Licheng?"

"Yeah." Qin Si glanced secretly, turned his face away, and said lightly: "This island is indeed hard to find, and there is no radar record. Do you plan to... live here permanently?"

Shang Yu lowered his head and dusted off his trousers, his eyes flickered with shadows, "Have you been in touch with Shang Lu recently?"

The smile on Qin Si's lips deepened, "If there is contact, I won't come alone today."

The movement in Myanmar has already shocked the people at home and abroad, and the international news has been continuously reporting the investigation results of the British Emperor Charman family in the past few days.

Although the social circles are different, Qin Si also heard a little bit about the sudden disappearance of the couple, and many people are still actively looking for them.

At this time, Shang Yuyou turned his head, "Come back, I will come to you again if I have something to do."

Qin Si got up on his knees, and before leaving, he met the man's dark eyes, and said intriguingly: "There are many things, there is not only one choice."

This sentence seems to be a pun, and it seems to be reminding something.

Shang Yu smoked a cigarette in a slow manner, and looked away at the sea level in the distance, "It's no different from me."

Qin Si shook his head with a broken smile, said goodbye, and walked away.

...

When the evening comes, the sea is dyed with rays of light, which is too beautiful to behold.

After dinner, Li Qiao found a book in the study to pass the time.

She became more and more reticent, unable to arouse interest in anything.

Before eight o'clock, the man appeared in the study.

He maintained the posture of pushing the door, and looked at Li Qiao who was holding a book in a daze.

A minute passed, and she remained motionless like a statue, not even noticing Shang Yu's appearance.

A feeling of suffocation surged in the man's heart, his dark eyes surged, and he walked up to her with an almost urgent and sick mood, kissed her cheek, and said with a slightly stiff tone, "What are you thinking?"

Li Qiao's eyes gradually focused, she blinked, and answered irrelevantly, "Read a book."

Shang Yu couldn't help pinching her chin with his fingers, his eyes became thicker and deeper, "Unhappy?"

Li Qiao put down the book in her hand, bent her lips and shook her head, "No, it's just a little boring."

In today's day, it is impossible to talk about being happy or unhappy.

She has never experienced such a peaceful life, so peaceful that there are no waves.

The world is so big, it is very rare to live in a corner.

The man focused his eyes deeply, carefully studied her eyebrows and eyes, bent down and hugged her vigorously, "I'll take you to relax."

Li Qiao hooked his shoulder obediently and nodded, "Okay."

Relaxing is nothing more than walking around the island. The setting sun is slanting and the sea breeze is blowing, which makes people feel refreshed and happy.

Probably no one would have guessed that under the influence of sickness and paranoia, Shang Yu hid Li Qiao selfishly and domineeringly.

He isolated all external factors that might affect Li Qiao, and completely excluded everyone from her life.

...

Another three days later, Li Qiao's drowsiness became more and more serious.

She felt that there was nothing wrong with her, because after that friend Shang Yu came, there were a lot of testing equipment in the villa.

In the past few days, he checked her body whenever he had nothing to do, and he also did B-ultrasound and color Doppler ultrasound several times.

The baby in the stomach is very stable, maybe it's enough months, and I don't bother her anymore. In the past half month, there has been almost no symptoms of morning sickness.

She and Shang Yu have always lived in this kind of living space with only each other. The bodyguards never come to disturb the villa, and the cook will automatically disappear after cooking.

Apart from sleeping, Li Qiao was in a daze most of the time.

She didn't know what she was thinking, her thoughts were very clear, but she couldn't figure it out.

On the twentieth day of isolation, Li Qiao received a note on the beach.

It was delivered quietly by a bodyguard who never spoke to her.

Li Qiao opened it and took a look, then folded the note in half, tore it up, and threw it into the sea.

She didn't say anything, as if she never received it.

When the bodyguard hiding in the dark saw this scene, his face instantly became more solemn.

At the same time, Nanyang Mansion.

He Chen leaned his head back on the sofa, with the phone next to his ear, and after a few seconds, he hung up the phone, his jaw line gradually tightening.

Sitting opposite him was Jin Rong who was frowning, "How is it?"

He Chen sucked his cheeks, the temperature in his eyes was very cold, "It's not good, she tore up the note."

"What do you mean by tearing it up?" Jin Rong straightened his back, "Didn't she get someone to send you a message?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" He Chen lit a cigarette irritably, and took several puffs to suppress the anger in his heart, "If I guessed correctly, Li Qiao must have a mental problem."

Jin Rong pursed his lips, his face turned pale, "What's the problem? He Xiaosi, stop talking nonsense, Xiao Wu didn't protect her well?"

He Chen blew out a puff of thick smoke against his cheek, and closed his eyes worriedly, "Stop fucking nonsense, just go straight over."

"Are you sure?" Jin Rong frowned tightly, "Didn't Uncle Shang tell us to find a way to contact Qiqi first?"

He Chen leaned over and twisted the cigarette butt into the ashtray, "She doesn't even have the thought of leaving now, Shaoyan's illness is serious, if it drags on, Li Qiao will have an accident before him."

Jin Rong shook his head violently, "I don't believe it. Qi Qi is very strong inside, how can she be so fragile."

He Chen stared at him without a word, stretched out his leg and kicked Jin Rong as if he was out of breath, "If she wasn't strong in heart, she would have already started a fight."

Few women can bear such a heavy emotional weight.

All Shaoyan's actions are caused by paranoia, but his extreme heart will beautify all these in the name of love.

He Chen believed that Shaoyan would not hurt Li Qiao, but he did break Li Qiao's wings.

That isolated island is the best proof.

There is no right or wrong between them, the root cause is Shaoyan's disease.

Li Qiao cannot ignore the life and death of the Li family, and Shaoyan cannot allow her to act without authorization.

Perhaps, Shaoyan's illness had been triggered as early as the yacht explosion, but he was hiding it so deeply that no one could detect it.

Everything is due to caring too much, but it is too heavy, so heavy that it is suffocating.

...

There is one more week until New Year's Eve.

An isolated island in the southern hemisphere, but there is no joy of the Spring Festival.

At four o'clock in the morning, Li Qiao sat on the beach with her knees hugged and waited for the sunrise. She slept too much during the day, and she woke up before three o'clock.

There is no one around, only the sound of waves and wind blowing leaves.

The waiting time was a bit boring. Li Qiao lay on her back on the beach when she was tired from sitting. As the dawn came, a ray of morning light fell on her face, her eyes were clear, but her chin was hurt.