Outright Favoritism

Chapter 354, the last time

The morning mist is thin, and the old house at 5 o'clock in the morning is still immersed in a quiet peace.

The flowers near the private house were blooming, and the dew-stained petals were delicate.

In the master bedroom on the second floor, the curtains tightly blocked a ray of sunlight from the dawn.

Li Qiao slept unsteadily, her eyes were red, and she rolled over and ran into the man's arms, her red lips still whistling, "No more..."

Almost a hearty joy. Love, she was tired, he was satisfied.

In the dimness, she seemed to hear a mute coaxing rushing into her ears, "Goodbye, the last time."

Li Qiao listened to these words countless times last night, and there is really no credibility at all.

...

When the time came to nine o'clock in the morning, Li Qiao slowly dressed and went downstairs.

When she woke up, Shang Yu was not in the master bedroom.

The big bed was messy, and Li Qiao didn't even look at it.

She held her waist with one hand and the wall with the other, making a'hiss' sound from time to time in her mouth.

How can doing this kind of thing be more tiring than fighting?

Back pains and legs trembling, like a stroke.

Li Qiao wiped her face, looked at her unwilling legs, shook her head blankly and sighed.

She walked around the corner of the stairs, still rubbing her fingers on her back, and as soon as she looked up, she saw Shang Yu walking upstairs refreshingly.

Li Qiao rolled her throat, her eyes floating a little, "Morning..."

The voice was soft and dumb, and it was very ‘weak’.

Shang Yu slowed down, walked up to her, and watched her rubbing her waist, "Why did you get up?"

Li Qiao glanced at him lukewarm, "hungry."

She didn't eat much at the family dinner last night, but she was tossed all night.

The man was obviously injured after drinking alcohol, but his physical strength was not affected at all.

Li Qiao stared at him, the dark deer's eyes pursed with a faint accusation.

Then, Shang Yu's thin lips lifted lightly, and he approached two steps forward, hooked her waist, and sucked her earlobe. His tone was unclear, "Well, it was really hard last night."

Li Qiao's ears were red, and when he was about to speak, he noticed that there were some red marks on the side of his neck.

"What's wrong?" She stretched out her hand to pull away his collar, tilted her head and looked at it, there were three marks on the wheat-colored skin.

It seems to be nailed.

Shang Yu tilted his head following her movements, pressed down his handsome face, and joked in a deep voice, "Can't remember?"

Li Qiao blinked, screamed at the downstairs, and forcibly changed the subject, "Let's go, I'm hungry."

This topic cannot be continued, otherwise it will easily go wrong.

Shang Yu watched her keep rubbing her waist, with a smile and distressed eyes, his arms were slightly forced to trap her in his arms, his fingers lingered on Li Qiao's cheeks, "If you are too tired, go and lie down for a while, breakfast I'll deliver it in a while."

Li Qiao leaned against his shoulder, looked at the man's angular jaw, and shook her head, "No, it's not that exaggerated."

Although this kind of thing is really exhausting, it doesn't keep lying down.

Shang Yu looked at her with deep eyes. The little girl who had just experienced human affairs had an unknowingly charming look at the corners of her eyebrows and her eyes seemed to be brighter than usual.

The man's Adam's apple slipped, and his palm was gently rubbed on her back. "It seems... the boyfriend needs to work harder."

Li Qiao: "..."

Does this mean she has to keep her from getting out of bed?

Li Qiao bumped him with her arm, and wanted to flirt with him, suddenly a question came from downstairs: "What are you two whispering on the stairs?"

It is the voice of Shang Zonghai.

Li Qiao glanced up and looked up at Shang Yu, "Uncle is here?"

"Well, just came, and see you down?" The man's warm palm kneaded with moderate strength, which made Li Qiao more comfortable.

They were only officially together last night, and Shang Zonghai came this morning.

Li Qiao was somewhat ashamed, and pulled Shang Yu's hand from her back, and cleared her throat: "Let's go."

The elders are downstairs, so it is difficult for her to hide upstairs without making a sound.

...

In the living room, Shang Zonghai was sitting on the sofa with a cigar in his hand, and the old **** was smoking a cigarette on the ground.

Seeing the two people at the top of the stairs, his eyes concealed behind the glasses made waves.

Li Qiao stepped forward and called to her uncle. Shang Zonghai looked at her kindly with a smile, and then pressed his fingertips against the sofa, "Sit."

When they sat down, Shang Zonghai said straightforwardly: "Girl, my uncle was a bit busy last night and didn't care about you.

Our Shang family's clan assembly this year is also over. What are your plans in the future...? "

Li Qiao calmly glanced at Shang Yu with a calm face, then thought, and asked euphemistically: "Which aspect of your uncle's plan?"

Shang Zonghai laughed, and his gaze flew twice between her and Shang Yu.

This made Li Qiao's cheeks hot, and he always felt as if he had seen something.

Shang Zonghai leaned over and poked the cigar in the ashtray.

Following his movements, Li Qiao accidentally found a square brocade box with dark green cloth on the table.

Shang Zonghai put his finger on the brocade box and patted it, "Girl, here is the content of the first 20 pages of the "Autobiography of the Stock God" translated by me. If you are ready, you can take this brocade box back. ."

What if you are not prepared?

Li Qiao pressed this word in her throat and didn't ask bluntly.

She looked calmly at the cloth brocade box, pursed her lips, nodded and said: "Thank you, uncle, I will read it carefully when I go back."

Upon hearing this, Shang Zonghai smiled with satisfaction.

He pushed the brocade box from the coffee table to Li Qiao's face, and said solemnly again: "I just asked Shaoyan, and he said that you are planning to go back to Nanyang in these two days.

Therefore, I suggest you go back to Nanyang to read the content.

Girl, you have to remember that the door of Parma is always open to you.

No matter how you choose in the future, our Shang family will always be your hardest backer. "

Li Qiao raised her eyes to look at Shang Zonghai, and as her eyes flickered, she nodded politely and moved her head to thank.

When she first saw him, she only felt that Shang Zonghai was a veteran and a great city, and she dared not take it lightly in front of him.

But this trip to Parma made Li Qiao's senses more complicated.

Shang Zonghai really defended her all the time. As for the reasons, I hope this translated document can give some answers.

...

Ten minutes later, Li Qiao went to the private house restaurant for dinner, while Shang Yu and Shang Zonghai went out for a walk in the garden.

The sun was dazzling, and Shang Zonghai stood still near the arch bridge with his hands under his hands, tilted his head to look at Shang Yu, and said vaguely: "Are you too impatient?"

At this moment, Shang Yu put his pockets in his hands and leaned against the wooden fence of the arch bridge. He raised his eyebrows and looked at Shang Zonghai, "Why do you always say this?"

"Don't pretend to be garlic with me." Shang Zonghai lowered his voice and squinted at him. "I don't agree with you being together, but you haven't given someone a name. It's too early to do this kind of thing now."

(End of this chapter)