Outright Favoritism

Chapter 239 What did you buy for 30 billion?

The moonlight is clear, and the depths of the lawn are particularly quiet.

Li Qiao dropped her hand box and sat again next to Shang Yu. She raised her legs and half-ducked her eyes, but Yu Guang secretly looked at the man.

At this moment, Qiu Huan looked around, his eyes fixed on the hand box.

He was very curious about what the 200 million cufflinks looked like.

So, as Shang Yu leaned forward and pinched his cigarette butt, Qiu Huan faintly stretched out his hand toward the box, trying to catch a glimpse.

"Remove your hand." Suddenly, a deep voice hit Qiu Huan's ear.

His palm trembled, looking at Shang Yu who was opposite, he curled his mouth angrily and withdrew his hand, "Shao Yan, 200 million cufflinks, don't open it."

The man glanced at him, spit out the last thin smoke, looked at Li Qiao with a faint smile in his eyes, and muttered, "Why don't you speak?"

Li Qiao's eyes flickered, and he answered the question in a serious manner: "That cufflink is pretty."

Qiu Huan and Ou Bai: "..."

Hearing the sound, Shang Yu's thin lips raised a pleasing arc, and the probing hand grabbed Li Qiao's wrist and said, "Let's go, go home and see."

Qiu Huan: "??"

Ou Bai glanced at them coolly, and snorted: "Shao Yan, you should remember that neither of us drove tonight?"

If he leaves, how will he and Qiu Huan go home?

Take a taxi? The price is too low.

Call someone? It's too long.

At this time, Li Qiao stood up following Shang Yu's movements, staring at Ou Bai, and said lukewarmly, "My car, help me return to Li's house tomorrow."

By implication, the sports car is for you.

Ou Bai looked at Li Qiao's open eyebrows and refused without thinking: "No need, I...Fuck, Qiuhuan, why are you kicking me?"

Qiu Huan almost didn't kick Ou Bai's wicker chair.

He glared at Oubai, pinched his waist and stood in front of him, smiling very friendly to Li Qiao, "No problem girl, don't worry, I will send it back to you myself tomorrow." Send two cars.

Li Qiao nodded, turned and walked to the commercial car side by side with Shang Yu.

Liuyun and Mochizuki took away two small hand boxes with blessings.

Qiu Huan gazes eagerly, but he still has no eyesight.

...

On the way back, Li Qiao sat beside Shang Yu, and neither of them spoke.

Li Qiao tilted her head to look at the neon street scene, her lips curled upward.

Before a moment, her heart was itchy, and her gleaming eyes moved from the window to Shang Yu's body.

Who knows, just turning his head, he ran into the man's eyes as deep as ink.

The corners of Li Qiao's mouth continued to rise, catching the smile lines on Shang Yu's lips, and some feelings were hot and fermenting.

After a while, Li Qiao joked narrowly: "It turns out that the supreme is Master Yan."

If she knew it was him, she wouldn't have been so upset all night.

Shang Yu rubbed the top of her head and pulled the person into his arms with a deep and thick laugh.

He lowered his eyes and looked at Li Qiaomei's cheeks, bowed his head and whispered to her: "I'm not always interested in the **** of stocks, that autobiography borrows flowers to offer Buddha."

Li Qiao's heart was throbbing densely, and she murmured with a smile: "It sounds good, but in the final bid, you increased the price ten times. Did you deliberately block my back?"

"Yeah." Shang Yu stretched his eyebrows, watching Li Qiao's glance, his smile deepened, "Are you angry?"

Li Qiao turned to his side, facing the window, leaning on his shoulder, pulling the palm of his shoulder, and squeezing it lightly, "It's really angry, you say...what should I do?"

Anger is false, but aggrieved is true.

She got bored because of the "Autobiography of the Share God", and in the end it was her own person who opposed her at the auction.

It was a ridiculous oolong.

At this time, Shang Yu slowly folded his legs, leaning on him lazily from Li Qiao's posture, leaning slightly, and curling his lips: "Go home and I will apologize for you."

Li Qiao looked back at him, her eyes twitched, and pressed the corners of her mouth, "That's it."

...

At ten thirty at night, Nanyang Mansion.

Li Qiao was sitting on the sofa in the living room, eating mousse cake.

On the other hand, Shang Yu leaned against the armrest of the sofa, his deep eyes reflected the bright light, and he looked at her instantly.

After a while, Liu Yun carried two hand boxes and sent them in.

Li Qiao's eyes condensed, she put down the dinner plate and moved to sit in front of Shang Yu.

The two hand boxes were exactly the same, and she opened one of them, which happened to be a small brown book.

Li Qiao reached out and touched the cover of the leather, raising her eyebrows and looking at Shang Yu, "30 billion, do you think it's worth it?"

Shang Yu glanced over Xiao Zha, and his deep tone was of course, "Send you, it's worth it."

alright.

Li Qiao shook her head and smiled, inadvertently remembering the 30 billion dollars he had lent Charles before.

Sure enough, you are rich.

At this time, as Li Qiao took out the "Autobiography of the Share God" and flipped it in his palm, Shang Yu also opened the cufflinks in a timely manner.

A pair of canary cufflinks gleamed brightly under the crystal lamp.

The man took out a cold-gold diamond on the tip of his finger, which looked beautiful and eye-catching.

His sharp edges and corners gradually softened, and he looked sideways at Li Qiao, but saw her holding Xiao Zha blankly, not knowing what he was thinking, "What?"

Shang Yu put down the cufflinks, and Li Qiao slowly turned her head. She lifted the inner page of the small Zha, and her lips were disappointed.

The man turned his eyes and glanced at the opened book page, and what he saw was a pile of extremely difficult abstract words.

In Li Qiao's eyes, even if she distinguished carefully, she couldn't recognize a word at all.

Three unsuccessful shots and found the reason.

This is probably a waste paper of ghost painting symbols.

"No loss." At this moment, Shang Yu took Xiao Zha from her hand, and narrowed his eyes deeply, "This is the origin text of Pama."

Li Qiao's eyes lit up and she peeked in front of him, "Do you know Ye Yan?"

Shang Yu looked at her with a gentle gaze, then pursed his lips and shook his head, "This kind of writing Pama has been abandoned for a long time. I have seen similar writings in the ancient medical books handed down by the Shang family."

Parma...

Li Qiao calmly looked at the small notes full of ghost symbols, squinted in thought, "Then have you ever heard of the **** of stocks in Parma?"

"Suspect that the other party is from Parma?" Shang Yu re-passed the autobiography to Li Qiao, his eyes dimmed.

Li Qiao nodded unhurriedly, "Since it is your native origin text, outsiders should not be able to write it."

After all, he doesn't even know Shang Yu, and the person who wrote this autobiography can only come from Pama.

Not long after, Shang Yu, who was silent for a moment, slowly leaned on the backrest, looked at the autobiography, and stretched out his hand to caress Li Qiao's hair.

Li Qiao lowered her eyebrows, sighed, raised her hand and threw the autobiography back into her hand box.

Autobiography of unknown origin, and text of ancient origin...

30 billion, what did you buy?

(End of this chapter)