Outright Favoritism

Chapter 352 No one is allowed to approach the private house tonight

In fact, Shanglu didn't hate Li Qiao, because he was a stranger, so he didn't like it or hated it.

But every time he met, he would be afraid of the previous marriage contract between the two, for fear of her entanglement.

At this moment, facing his series of soul tortures, Li Qiao couldn't help being disturbed, she turned her eyes faintly, her eyes were dark without a trace of light.

She hadn't spoken yet, but the rain behind her suddenly said, "Boss."

Li Qiao's heart was hot, and she forcibly resisted the thought of turning around, then she retracted her gaze and continued to stare at the lake.

Who hasn't got any emotions yet.

Behind him, Shang Yu stood still in front of Shang Lu, glanced at Li Qiao with his back to him, pursed his thin lips, and frowned at Shang Lu, "I'm back now? I don't know what day is today?"

Shang Lu shrank his neck, said he knew, and then stretched out his hand to Li Qiao, "Brother, why is she here?"

"Remove your hand." The man looked at Shang Lu's index finger displeasedly, warned in a low voice, and added with a deep gaze, "That's your sister-in-law."

Shanglu felt that he was struck by lightning.

Anyway, he didn't know what happened later, so he watched with a dull look at his elder brother forcibly holding Li Qiao's shoulder, and the two walked side by side to the backyard private house.

The breeze blows, making the back of Phytolacca spine chill.

Vaguely he seemed to hear a low-pitched command, "Notify Zuo Xuan, no one is allowed to approach the private house tonight."

...

On the way back, Li Qiao said nothing.

The man next to him was full of alcohol, and the hand holding her shoulder was very hot, and he could feel the hot temperature across the fabric.

The two returned to the private house, stepped on the arch bridge, crossed the garden, entered the door, Shang Yu dragged her straight upstairs.

"and many more."

Li Qiao stood at the top of the stairs, pulled off his shirt, and leaned forward to sniff him carefully, "Are you injured?"

There was a strong smell of alcohol on his body, but he couldn't hide the smell of blood.

Shang Yu retracted his long legs up the stairs, his dark red eyes fixed on Li Qiao for an instant.

His fingers crawled on her cheeks, and he rubbed them, his voice was husky and hoarse, "Are you worried?"

"Of course it will." Li Qiao sullen her face, her heart clogged up like a layer of cotton wool, "Let me see."

She stretched out his hand, but he moved away from sideways, his sliding Adam's apple lost his former calmness, "Don't want to see me hurt?"

Is this nonsense?

Li Qiao nodded, and upon seeing this, Shang Yu lightly thinned his lips, but his smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes. He said, "Me too."

I also don't want to see you hurt.

The man turned and stepped upstairs. Until this time, Li Qiao looked at his back and found a blood trail snaking down under his forearm.

Sure enough, he was injured.

Li Qiao did not hesitate, and quickly followed him upstairs.

Before long, she found Shang Yu in the master bedroom.

On the **** silk bed, he lay half leaning against the head of the bed, a black suit almost blending into the bed.

Those slender legs were folded over the ankles, and his right arm was bent on his forehead. In the shadowy light, the man closed his eyes half-closed and his breath was a little heavy.

He seems to be drunk.

If injured, alcohol will speed up blood circulation.

Thinking of this, Li Qiao stepped forward and pulled up his left arm. As soon as his finger touched his cuff that was turned over, he felt wet.

Li Qiao frowned, rolled up his sleeves again, and finally saw that there was indeed a wound on the outside of his upper arm.

Not serious, three centimeters, if you look carefully, it should be a bullet scratch.

Li Qiao looked for a long while, curled his fingers, sighed, and walked out to find him the medicine box.

　There is

(End of this chapter)