Outright Favoritism

Chapter 184 Do you have a fever?

Li Qiao knew exactly what she should do, and just before leaving, her relationship with Shang Yu had progressed.

Perhaps it's all God's will.

Shang Yu stayed silent for a few seconds, held her shoulders apart, and leaned over to pick up the **** tea on the table and handed it to her, stroking the top of her head, with a gentle voice: "Since I'm thinking about it, let's go. ."

His girl is not a canary, the best graduate of Nanyang Medical University, should not stop her mission for him.

Li Qiao held the **** tea and sipped it, the heat smoked her smiling cheeks, and it fell in the man's eyes, which was pleasing and bright.

The skin is like jade, and the beauty is in the bone.

Shang Yu's eyes lit up with a cluster of fire, and he stroked the palm of her head and fell behind her shoulder.

At this moment, Li Qiao felt the scorching gaze on her side. She licked the **** tea at the corner of her mouth and turned her eyes to see the handsome face of the man close at hand.

The breath was entwined with each other, Li Qiao's thick eyelashes trembled, and the next second...a black shadow fell, covering the light in her eyes.

Shang Yu cupped Li Qiao's cheek with one hand, bowed his head and grabbed her lips.

He kissed very lightly, very shallowly, not deep, just licking the lips together is enough to make people fascinated.

The smell of **** tea smeared on each other's lips, it was sweet and slightly warm.

After a light kiss ended, Shang Yu pecked the corner of Li Qiao's frustrated eyes, and patted her shoulder coaxingly, with a hoarse voice: "After drinking **** tea, rest early."

Li Qiao breathed a little messy, after drinking the remaining half a cup of **** tea, fled the living room with red ear tips.

Back to the guest room, Li Qiao reached the door, feeling hot all over her body. What happened just now was too fast for her to react.

I only knew that when he came here, he subconsciously closed his eyes.

Li Qiao lowered her head and touched the corners of her lips, with a smile in her eyes, as if she still smelled of him.

In the living room, after Li Qiao returned to the room, Shang Yu stood alone in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the dark night with his hands, his eyes dark and dark.

At this moment, Liu Yun walked slowly, stood behind the man, bowed his head and said: "Boss, the man has been sent back to the dark hall, and there is no danger to his life for the time being."

"Yeah." Shang Yu answered, looking out the window motionlessly, "Take time to contact Academician Jiang Hande of Renhe Laboratory and donate them a batch of the latest genetic sequencing medical equipment in the name of the charity foundation for their research. use."

Liu Yun nodded, "Yes, boss."

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The next day, the sky cleared, and after a night of showers, the air in Nanyang Mountain was fresh, with the refreshing fragrance of pine grass.

In the restaurant, Li Qiao sat opposite Shang Yu, and the two quietly ate breakfast.

The man cut the toast gracefully, raised his eyes to look at Li Qiao, "When will I go to the laboratory?"

Li Qiao drank the milk, brows indifferent, and pondered for a few seconds: "Maybe next week."

"Well, if you have any special needs in the laboratory, you can talk to Liuyun." Shang Yu brought the toast to his lips and added another sentence.

Li Qiao smiled lightly and accepted it cheerfully.

After a while, Li Qiao took the lead in putting down his knife and fork, holding a milk glass, and looking at Shang Yu on the opposite side.

The man ate his breakfast slowly, the flat shirt cuffs rolled up to his forearm, and the exposed texture could clearly see the light blue blood vessels.

Li Qiao watched for half a minute, her eyes flashed suddenly, and she narrowed suspiciously.

The man's skin is a healthy wheat color, but at this moment, his eyes and cheeks are faintly ruddy.

Li Qiao felt suspicious as she watched, with her arms folded over the edge of the table, her body leaning forward, her eyes becoming more focused and burning.

Her eyes were too strong, the next moment Shang Yu's deep eyes fell on Li Qiao, her thin lips smiled, "What are you looking at?"

Li Qiao shook his head and got up, pacing up to him, leaning on the edge of the table and continuing to stare at him.

Shang Yu put down his knife and fork, his eyes met her gently.

After a while, Li Qiao slowly leaned over her chest with her hands around her chest, and concluded: "Master Yan, do you have a fever?"

The moment Li Qiao opened his mouth, the back of Li Qiao's hand was flat on the man's forehead.

She tested the temperature with the back of her hand, touched her own again, twisted her brows slightly, "It's a bit hot."

At this time, Shang Yu pulled her wrist from her forehead, and gently rubbed her skin with his thumb, "It's okay, it won't affect."

Even with his palm, the temperature is slightly higher.

Listening to Shang Yu's very calm tone, Li Qiao glanced at him, "Is there a thermometer at home?"

This man has a weak temper and a cold temper, and he did not expect to treat his body so lightly.

(End of this chapter)