Outright Favoritism

Chapter 372 I won’t let you cry tonight

Li Qiao took out the jade pendant from the brocade box. The top-grade mutton white jade was delicate and moist, with excellent oiliness.

There is a hollow pattern carved in the middle of the jade pendant, which is not visible, but the workmanship is very delicate.

At this time, Shang Yu lowered his head and lit a cigarette, a mist overflowed from his lips, and his voice mixed with smoke was slightly vague, "Mother Shang's token."

The mistress's token!

Li Qiao suddenly felt a little hot.

The man looked at her with an indistinct expression, put down his long legs, reached for the jade pendant and threw it on the table, "It's not about looking at the documents."

Li Qiao looked at his movements, opened her mouth, and stopped talking.

At any rate, it is also an ancient jade of high-quality material, just throw it on the table and don't be afraid of breaking it.

Li Qiao curled the corner of her mouth and looked at the rice paper in the brocade box again.

She picked up the first one and unfolded it, and the ink marks of dragons and phoenix dances were striking.

Shang Zonghai's calligraphy shows strong strength, introverted and sharp in every stroke.

Starting from the first line of the translation document, Li Qiao read word by word.

The writer of this "Autobiography of the Stock God" is indeed the same as the female stock **** in Charles's words.

Female stock god: Jing Yilan.

Although there are 20 pages of rice paper, it takes only five or six minutes for Li Qiao to read them all.

The conclusion is that there is very little useful information.

Except for the introduction on the first page, the rest of the content basically describes her views and analysis of the current stock market.

It fits the name of "The Autobiography of the Stock God", and when this autobiography was written, Jing Yilan was 28 years old.

After reading the last page, Li Qiao loosened her finger and the rice paper fell back into the brocade box.

The unspeakable feeling, after reading the translated content, gave her a sense of powerlessness with a fist hitting the cotton.

Could it be... this is really just a reading note on stock market analysis?

Li Qiao rubbed her forehead, leaning back against the sofa with her eyelids half closed, her expression gloomy.

At this moment, Shang Yu turned his head, took the water glass on the table and handed it to her, "Why is this expression?"

Li Qiao took the cup and held it in her hand, and sighed, "Except for knowing the name and age of the female stock goddess, she has no specific origin."

She can continue the investigation based on the name information.

I don't know if Shen Qingye found any useful clues in the sixth inning.

Jing Yilan...

The name sounds very angry, and Li Qiao thought of the photo inadvertently.

It is indeed dignified and elegant, a model of famous Shuyuan.

Shang Yu glanced at the rice paper in the brocade box, twisted a sheet with his fingertips and looked at it roughly, "It's not a bad thing, at least I know the name."

Li Qiao held her forehead, her eyes fell on the rice paper, and he pondered for a few seconds, "Is it possible that Charles knows more details?"

She was not impatient, but felt that there must be more important content waiting for her to dig into the entire "Autobiography of the Stock God".

Especially when she left Pama and Shang Zonghai handed her the brocade box, those words were very meaningful.

——If you are ready, you can take this brocade box back.

Li Qiao's eyes were stained with irritability, what kind of medicine did Shang Zonghai's gourd sell?

After reading this document, she even had the illusion that he was putting a long line to catch a big fish.

Seeing Li Qiao's eyebrows filled with uncontrollable irritability, Shang Yu pursed his thin lips and leaned to hook her shoulders. "Charles once said that his understanding of the female stock goddess is limited to her ability to trade the stock market. He has no way of knowing more details."

After all, the man's palm fell on her head, "I want to know more, we will check it ourselves."

Li Qiao leaned against Shang Yu's shoulder, stretching her eyebrows for a while, and sighed, "It seems that this can only be done."

She wondered if she wanted to call Shen Qingye.

Of these events more than 20 years ago, probably only the archives of the six bureaus still have traces.

Li Qiao's mind was completely attracted by the story of the female stock **** Jing Yilan, and thus ignored Shang Yu's gradually dark and gloomy eyes.

She raised her eyelids lazily until her chin was lifted, and the handsome silhouette of the man was close at hand.

"Yan..."

The words are still on the lips, and they will be blocked in the next second.

On a deeper night, the quiet and quiet mansion, even if what happens, seems reasonable.

Li Qiao struggled a little, and found that she had been pressed on the sofa long ago.

She sipped her breath, her eyes wet, her hands resting on Shang Yu's shoulders, her breath was unstable and she said, "I should go back."

It is an excuse and an escape.

Shang Yu's vise clamped her jaw and kissed her on the cheek. His hoarse voice and hot breath spilled in her ears, "I will send you home tomorrow morning."

Li Qiao curled his fingers, and the picture in the memory surged like a tide.

She even remembered the scene when she was forced to tears that night.

What a shame.

"I'm tomorrow..." Li Qiao looked at Shang Yu without blinking, perhaps because the color in his eyes was too strong and his brain was short-circuited instantly.

What is she doing tomorrow?

Later, when the man picked her up from the sofa and walked to the master bedroom on the third floor, he heard such a coaxing sentence in his ear, "Hey, try again, tonight... don't let you cry."

Can you believe this?

...

The next day, dawn broke.

Li Qiao woke up leisurely on the big bed in the master bedroom, staring at the ceiling for a moment of loss.

The color in the room is the same as his people, rich in color and wild and arrogant.

She no longer remembers the details of last night, anyway, she was tossed until the middle of the night.

and--

Li Qiao touched her eyelids. It was fine, her eyes were swollen from crying.

It was more violent and wilder than that at the old house, as if trying to swallow her alive.

Usually, he would be very angry when he saw that he had suffered a little injury.

now what? He is the one who bullied her the most!

Li Qiao sighed, turned her head to look at her side, and slammed into the man's dark black eyes. She was startled and tugged at the corners of her mouth dryly, "Morning."

At this time, Shang Yu, with one hand propped on the back of his head, covered with a thin quilt around his waist, a satisfied man, with broken hair drooping messy at the corners of his eyebrows and eyes, without the usual indifference and coldness, but adding a bit of laziness. tender.

His palm rubbed Li Qiao's delicate shoulders, and then he leaned over and kissed the corner of her eye, "Why don't you sleep more?"

Li Qiao curled her lips, her voice was dumb, "Going to the laboratory."

Why is her voice like this?

Li Qiao's small swish eyes floated to Shang Yu, and she secretly decided to keep her distance from him in the evening.

...

Half an hour later, Li Qiao sat in the dining room to eat with soft legs.

She took the toast and ate it in small mouthfuls, occasionally flew to Shang Yu a knife, and then continued to eat nonchalantly.

Although it doesn't hurt so much anymore, but...her sore waist and legs are also soft!

This man didn't understand temperance at all after he started using meat.

She almost stopped breathing when she saw the trash can in the master bedroom in the morning.

Many.

(End of this chapter)