Outright Favoritism

Chapter 258

The mercenary headquarters was attacked!

Yunling heard the continuous explosions and all kinds of wailing and roars on the phone, and she was stupid.

Even Li Qiao couldn't help but glanced at Shang Yu in surprise.

As soon as he made his move, he directly wiped out the opponent's lair, and he was indeed the overlord.

At this moment, Yun Ling's eyes flashed with unstoppable rage, like a trapped beast, his eyes were dyed crimson, "Shang Shaoyan, I **** killed you..."

The mercenary headquarters was the painstaking effort of him and his eldest brother for many years, so it was so destroyed?

No wonder!

It's no wonder that Shang Shaoyan was in a stalemate with him for more than an hour. He was deliberately delaying time.

At this moment, even with a gun on his forehead, Yun Ling recklessly wanted to die with Shang Yu.

Between the lightning and flint, he raised the gun in his hand, the speed seemed to be able to wind up a gust of wind.

The sound of a "bang--" shot once again shook the quiet winding road.

Yunling's gun hand hung softly on his side, and the gun landed with a crisp sound.

And in his staring vision, Li Qiao was leaning against Shang Yu's arms, holding the figure of a golden desert eagle with one arm.

She is faster than him, and her marksmanship is more accurate than him.

Yun Ling's two wrists were all shot through, even if he still wanted revenge, there would be no chance again.

At this moment, Shang Yu lowered his eyelids and raised his thin lips slightly. He seemed to be in a good mood. He watched Li Qiao kiss her forehead, and asked in a low voice, "Know him?"

Li Qiao's eyes flashed, she retracted her gun and rubbed it twice, telling the truth, "Know his brother."

Yun Li, the head of the Mercenary of the International Association.

If Yun Li knew that his old nest was turned upside down by her boyfriend, he would not know how he would react.

Li Qiao pressed her lips to cover her eyelids, and sighed helplessly.

Not long after, two helicopters hovered from the other side of the mountain.

Because the road was blocked and another car was parked on the road, the helicopter could not descend, and had to drop the soft ladder from near.

As Shang Yu led Li Qiao towards the soft ladder, he stepped forward to the man beside Yunling and ordered: "Clean up the scene and report to the mansion later."

"Yes, Hall Master."

Liu Yun and Luo Yu and other people in black respectfully nodded and watched them leave.

Hall Master...

Li Qiao heard the name of the other party, so they are people in the dark hall?

...

Ten minutes later, the helicopter landed on the mansion platform.

Mochizuki and Qiuhuan got off the watchtower early, standing near the platform and waiting.

When Shang Yu and Li Qiao stepped off the plane side by side, Qiu Huan's greeting hand froze in the air on the spot.

what happened?

Why is Li Qiao here too?

He hit Wangyue's shoulder and raised his head forward, "That person is... Li Qiao, right?"

Mochizuki looked down at the monitoring screen in his hand, pressed the corners of his lips without saying a word, raised his eyes to look at Li Qiao's eyes, full of respect and worship.

She is not Li Qiao, she is a big samoy with awesome and ruthless methods.

Ten minutes ago, the footage sent back by the drone made the scalp numb.

That technique, cracking someone's neck with a creak, like a **** apple...

So Mochizuki started thinking very seriously, has he ever been disrespectful to Miss Li?

On the other side, Li Qiao walked slowly beside Shang Yu. From the helicopter platform to the mansion, she walked more and more slowly.

Shang Yu was keenly aware of her changes, narrowed his eyes coldly, and settled on her feet.

Finish, to be discovered!

Li Qiao gave a light cough, squeezed his palm, curled his mouth and said, "The **** is too steep, I'm a bit..." The legs were soft.

It's really soft.

Nanyang Mountain is steep and steep. Continuous walking on the **** causes uneven force on both legs. Muscles are inevitably sore and paralyzed.

But before Li Qiao said the last two words, Shang Yu leaned over and hugged her.

Bright searchlights were on around the platform, and the spotlights of the observation tower flickered past.

Under such bright light, Shang Yu tilted her head slightly and saw that her slightly rolled trouser legs were covered with grass clippings, and the exposed white ankles were covered with scars cut by weed branches in the forest.

Some wounds are still bloodshot, dazzling in the eyes.

This injury is for him.

The man's handsome face was so gloomy as ink, his lips were stretched straight, and the hostility wrapped around his body made Mochizuki not daring to approach him.

Shang Yu narrowed his eyes dangerously and looked at Li Qiao inch by inch.

And the little girl at this moment, buried her face on his shoulders, pretending that nothing happened.

Mochizuki and Qiu Huan followed behind them with dumbfounded faces, and did not dare to speak.

After entering the door, the two have a clear division of labor.

One to pour water, one to find the medicine box.

In front of the sofa, Li Qiao sat upright with her legs close together, hiding aside from time to time.

At this moment, Qiu Huan was holding two glasses of water on the coffee table, looking at Shang Yu and Li Qiao back and forth, "Hey, you two..."

"Boss, medicine chest."

Qiuhuan didn't finish speaking, Mochizuki walked in quickly holding the medicine box.

Shang Yu calmly took out all kinds of tools for treating the wound without saying a word, squatted down in front of Li Qiao, and knelt on one knee.

Qiuhuan's jaw dropped.

He stared at Shang Yu's long kneeling leg, swallowing fiercely.

Lifetime series!

Mochizuki's face was sticking to the side without a different color, and his expression was particularly natural.

Under the dazzling crystal lamp in the living room, the man rolled up his slightly ruffled sleeves and reached out to Li Qiao's ankle.

"I'll do it myself." Seeing that he wanted to take off his shoes, Li Qiao leaned over to stop it.

But soon, her ankle was gently pinched by Shang Yu, and the corners of the man's lips pressed down, warning in a low voice, "Don't move."

Li Qiao couldn't move.

The black and white sneakers were taken off, and the fringed trouser legs were turned up.

Most of the wounds on Li Qiao's ankle were abrasions, not serious.

But the messy trauma still looks a bit dazzling, especially destroying the beauty of the skin's white and greasy skin.

He pinched the cotton swab tightly with his well-proportioned fingers, and with a click, the cotton swab broke.

Mochizuki and Qiu Huan also shook their shoulders subconsciously.

It's over, the boss is angry.

Just when they thought Shang Yu was going to get angry, he lowered his eyelids, held up Li Qiao's ankle, took a iodine swab again, and wiped her wound little by little.

At this moment, no one spoke, everyone's eyes were focused on Shang Yu.

A man who was so wildly killed, but knelt on the ground to treat Li Qiao's wounds.

Qiu Huan had never seen this scene before.

So much so that he forgot to sit down and just stood beside Mochizuki, watching this scene blankly.

After about five minutes, a clear and powerful footstep came from outside the hall.

Except for Shang Yu, several other people followed the sound to watch——

"Hall Master, Highway..." The other party stood still, his voice steadily said, but he was stunned as soon as he said a few words.

What did he see?

The noble hall master of their dark hall was kneeling on one knee in front of the delicate and beautiful girl, holding the green gourd medicine bottle in his hand, and applying the medicine to her ankle in a pious and gentle manner.

Ok? Does it fit?

(End of this chapter)