Outright Favoritism

Chapter 393 Li Qiao, my woman

Accompanied by the cold, low voice, He Chen hadn't seen the person clearly yet, he only felt that his shoulders sank, and he was thrown aside.

The arms were empty, and because of inertia, he backed back again and again, and his leg socket hit the armrest of the sofa behind him, and he fell into the sofa unexpectedly.

In this world, only Shang Shaoyan was the only one who could get rid of his offensive.

He Chen half propped himself up, rubbing his face dumbfounded, "Shang Shaoyan, why the **** are you back again?"

He cursed and looked intently, his handsome face changed rapidly as if he was a horse lantern.

A few steps away, Shang Shaoyan hugged Li Qiao with his arms covered in gloom, palms pressed against the back of her head against her chest, her eyes were harsh and indifferent that He Chen had never seen before.

Upon seeing this, He Chen stood up from the sofa, even if his hair was a little embarrassing and messy, he still did not compromise his handsome and frivolous appearance.

He lit a cigarette again, and the hand holding the cigarette was placed between Shang Yu and Li Qiao, and he laughed angrily, "Are you... wanting to grab a woman from Laozi?"

Li Qiao, who was pressed her head in the arms of the man: "..."

It is indeed a mental retardation!

Shang Yu's sharp Adam's apple rolled up and down, his deep sea-like eyes locked He Chen, his thin lips slightly hooked, and his voice was low and dangerous, "You woman? You want to say it straight."

At this moment, Li Qiao was close to the man's chest, and he could hear his strong heartbeat and the vibration of his chest, as well as... his constantly tightening arms, and the muscles all over his body were tense.

He was angry, but restrained.

He Chen coldly watched him put his arms around the girl in a protective gesture, frowned his thick eyebrows, and took a mouthful of cigarettes, "Wait, I'll stroke it."

After that, he turned his back, akimbo, smoking a cigarette, shaking his legs occasionally and looking up at the ceiling, as if he was really thinking.

He Ao, who was supported by the bodyguard, had no sense of the pain in his body. He just felt his brain buzzing now.

He was beaten, and the culprit not only was not punished, but was also held in his arms by Brother Shaoyan.

That was the young master of the Shang family, Shang Shaoyan, who he had admired for more than 20 years. How could he be defiled by that arrogant girl?

In less than a minute, perhaps shorter, He Chen turned around abruptly, and at a glance, he found that Shang Yu's palm was touching the top of the girl's head, and occasionally bowed his head and kissed her forehead.

He Chen watched his temples jump, and licked his cheeks, "Shang Shaoyan, you came back sincerely and did my good deeds? Who is she?"

Shang Yu glanced at He Chen, then pressed down his handsome face, raised Li Qiao's chin and pressed a deep kiss to the corner of her lips.

Afterwards, the man narrowed his eyes dangerously and warned: "Understand? Li Qiao, my woman."

This is probably the first time that Shang Yu used the three words ‘my woman’ to swear sovereignty so domineeringly.

Li Qiao looked down slightly, her heart throbbing a little strangely.

He Chen: "..."

At this time, the man supported Li Qiao's shoulders and rubbed her face with one hand. His tone of voice instantly became much gentler, "Are you hurt?"

He Chen's skill is better than anyone else, and Li Qiao is not his opponent when it comes to fighting.

Li Qiao originally wanted to say no, but Yu Guang glanced at He Chen and remembered his previously irregular paws, blinked, and leaned into the man's arms, "Well, my back hurts."

This sentence is a bit exaggerated, but it is also true.

He Chen suddenly tightened her waist just now, and continued to exert force with the palm of her hand. For a tall man, his hand strength was not a joke.

Of course, there are more elements of revenge.

Shang Yu knew Li Qiao, and she would never express it even if she was injured.

If it hadn't been wronged in front of He Chen, she wouldn't have drilled into his arms so carefully.

The man's face suddenly clouded over, and Li Qiao was lightly circled, and he faintly turned towards He Chen, "Did you hurt her?"

He Chen almost didn't choke in his trachea with a puff of cigarette, "If I hurt her, she can still stand now? If you don't come, I won't have time to hurt her."

Flowing clouds and rain watching the moon at the door: "..."

Brother Chen, are you tired of living?

At this time, Shang Yu put Li Qiao's shoulders with his arms folded, pulling her behind him, and looking at He Chen with a gloomy look, "You can use it if you don't want it."

As he said, he took a step forward. The moment his long legs crossed out, He Chen raised his fingers to pinch the cigarette, and unconsciously touched the ashes, "Shang Shaoyan, how many years have we been together? Do you dare I'm going to waste Lao Tzu's hand for a woman, and I will definitely spare no effort to dismantle you in the future."

Li Qiao: "..."

Shang Yu squinted his eyes and ran into He Chen's frivolous sight, his thin lips slowly aroused, "It's up to you?"

"I can't do it with me? Nanyang, you go out to inquire, Lao Tzu is out of fame, even your woman is here admiringly, it is difficult to separate you?"

He Chen's unrelenting temperament really can't be the same as him.

Li Qiao twitched the corner of her mouth, took Shang Yu's arms, and glanced at He Chen coldly, "You want to nod your face."

He Chen raised his eyebrows, his expression was always slanderous, "When men speak, women don't interrupt."

"He Chen!" Shang Yu's low and cold voice called him with frost.

Upon seeing this, He Chen bit his cigarette, smoothed his messy hair, and glanced at Shang Yu disgustedly, "Okay, I see, you have a woman, you are awesome."

Everyone: "..."

Li Qiao understands that He Chen is not afraid of Shang Yu, or...all his performance is the randomness that real brothers will have.

Even Qiu Huan and Ou Bai, or Pama’s Huo Mang and He Qing, could not do as much as they wanted in front of Shang Yu.

He Chen, it is indeed different.

...

After a few minutes, the lounge was completely silent.

Li Qiao and Shang Yu were sitting on the couch side by side, while He Chen sat on the opposite side with his legs crossed. He Ao, bodyguards, and Liu Yun had also gone outside to guard.

He Chen seemed to be addicted to cigarettes, smoking one by one non-stop.

Smoke filled the small lounge.

At this time, Shang Yu hooked Li Qiao's waist with one hand, making her leaning against his arms, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of the magazine on the ground, and his staring gaze fell on He Chen's face.

Damn it.

"Are you scolding me in your heart again?" He Chen blew away the hazy smoke in front of him, glanced at Shang Yu's cool eyes, and snorted.

He was not convinced.

After finally meeting a girl with good looks and skill, how did she become Shang Shaoyan's woman?

Knowing him for twenty years, He Chen has never seen him possess such a strong desire for a woman.

He Chen took the cigarette case and threw it to Shang Yu, still whispering: "Look at Lao Tzu again, and I will tell her all the dark history of your childhood."

The man raised his hand gracefully, caught the cigarette case in the air, then dropped it on the table casually, leaning on the back of the chair and lazily raising his eyelids, "Where is the Egret back?"

He Chen spit out a smoke ring, pretending to be confused, "I don't know what egret is back."

"Do you want me to close your casino?" Shang Yu's somber voice didn't have any ups and downs, but it just made people hear his displeasure.

(End of this chapter)