Outright Favoritism

Chapter 484 Do you mind that hug?

Why let him hug you?

Li Qiao fell on Shang Yu's chest, and when she heard these words, she froze for a second.

Thinking that he hadn't answered the phone before, and didn't respond to text messages, she closed her eyes, raised her mouth and pulled off his neckline, "Did you see?"

Strictly speaking, she and Su Laosi are not a hug at all. The distance between them is even more unfamiliar than some foreign veneers.

The man pressed his chin and squinted, his arms clasped her back, "answer my question."

Li Qiao's mouth was pursing a smile, her fingers lingering on his silhouette, she couldn't tell what it was like in her heart, it was like sweetness, and there was no lack of helplessness.

Seeing the man's expression getting deeper and deeper, Li Qiao didn't hesitate anymore, poked his finger on his handsome face, and said with a faint smile: "When he was Su Mo, the fourth child of Border Seven, and he..."

"Why let him hug you?" Shang Yu pinched her cheek with his fingers, repeating in a dull voice.

Li Qiao raised her eyebrows, tugging at the man's shirt collar with both hands, "I haven't seen him for a long time..."

"At the beginning, you and Shen Qingye hadn't seen each other for a long time." Shang Yu sat up from the sofa, he bent up with one leg, hugged Li Qiao in his arms, bowed his head and pressed down his handsome face, his tone became very dangerous," And Yun Li, you never let him hold him."

Not only did she never hug him, she gave him a punch the day she met Yun Li.

As a man, as Li Qiao's man, Shang Yu knew how much she recruited.

Later, he looked at the photo carefully, and both of them abide by the etiquette regardless of their posture or behavior.

But this does not mean that he will not be angry or jealous.

Although I didn't go to check Su Mo's identity, I also knew from the subconscious that it was probably Frontier Seven or her old friend.

The problem is, she let him hold it.

Because neither Shen Qingye nor Yun Li could get the slightest response from her.

Only this Su Mo time, for her, must be different.

That is to say, this different treatment caused a thick discomfort in his heart.

He couldn't calmly accept the special existence in her heart.

Except for himself, no one can do it.

It was only at this moment that Li Qiao suddenly understood that the focus of his attention was not the person Su Moshi, but the matter they embraced.

Half of Li Qiao's body was hugged by the man. She struggled a little bit. She wanted to find a comfortable posture. As a result, this behavior fell in Shang Yu's eyes and interpreted it as she didn't want him to hold her.

"Don't move." The man warned gloomily, his arm tightening her tightly in his arms.

Li Qiao could not move.

He buried himself on his chest, and for a moment, a chuckle overflowed from the corner of her mouth.

Shang Yu's thin lips were almost pressed into a straight line, and his eyes darkened when he heard the laughter from her.

Soon, Li Qiao's slender wrists passed through the man's waistline and hugged him, with his chin on his shoulders, and said quietly: "He is indeed different from them.

I may not have told you before. Of the seven of us, Su Lao Si has the best relationship with me.

He once saved my life at the border. If it weren't for him, I might have disappeared five years ago.

Besides, he just gave me a polite hug..."

The man tilted his head slightly, rubbing his chin against her ear, and his deep voice became increasingly low and hoarse, "No matter how polite, it is also a hug. If you didn't guess that he is related to you, do you think I will let him walk out of Nanyang alive?"

He is jealous and angry, but he will not lose his mind.

So he did not go to the hotel, nor did he intervene. He just returned to the mansion by himself, trying to digest the influence that the photo had on him.

He believed in Li Qiao, but this kind of trust did not allow him to unconditionally accept her and other men's secret behavior.

Even if that man rescued her.

At this moment, Li Qiao held the man's shoulders and pulled away from his arms, looking at his gloomy handsome face without blinking.

After a few seconds of silence, her eyes flashed and she quickly grasped the point, "Do you mind...that hug?"

Shang Yu's handsome face sank slightly, his eyes narrowed, "Can't I mind?"

"Yes, of course." Li Qiao lowered her head, palms her forehead, and smiled secretly, "I thought you were suspicious of me and him..."

The man looked at her with a grinning expression, his Adam's apple rolled, his warm fingers pinched her cheeks, his thin lips curled up with an evil cold, his tone of voice was low and slow, "What do you want to do with him?"

Li Qiao raised his eyelids and watched his tight lines soften, turning out to be jealous.

Her heart was hot, and she stepped forward and pecked his thin lips, "No way, is it worth your jealousy for such a small matter?"

Shang Yu raised his eyebrows lightly, and the hand pinching her cheek secretly used a bit of strength, the temperature in his voice continued to drop, "Small things?"

"Of course young, Su Lao Si is married." Li Qiao grabbed his wrist and glanced at him, "You are really jealous."

For a while, there was endless silence in the living room.

There was a little ripple in Shang Yu's deep eyes, staring directly at Li Qiao's eyebrows, his eyes gradually becoming dark and dark.

Li Qiao didn't know what he was thinking, through the warm yellow light, she could clearly see the subtle changes in his expression.

This kind of too quiet atmosphere makes people feel depressed for no reason.

Li Qiao held his hand, the joints stretched out and clasped his fingers tightly, turned his head to look at him, and coaxed: "I just gave him a symbolic hug, nothing else. Happy, then I will only give you a hug from now on."

She understands that Shang Yu's attitude towards this matter has nothing to do with trust. The root cause should be the man's domineering desire for women. It cannot be ruled out that there are paranoid symptoms at work.

In a daze, she recalled the scene when she first saw Charles and Huo Ming.

They wanted to shake hands with her, but the man refused. His possessiveness towards her was very resistant to physical contact with other people.

Imagine if she saw a photo of Shang Yu hugging a woman in the street, um... She might not even be able to maintain his rationality without understanding the situation.

Li Qiao's heart was soft, and just about to speak, the man's palm had already clasped the back of her head and kissed her lips sideways.

No restraint, no restraint, very domineering kiss.

Li Qiao raised his head to accept, hooked his neck, and responded as much as possible.

The kiss that lasted for a minute spread a bit of fascination in the living room.

He breathed lightly, his fingers rubbing the skin around Li Qiao's neck, but his words were not gentle at all, "Remember what you just said."

Li Qiao laughed blankly: "..."

The strength of the man dispelled the ambiguous atmosphere in the living room.

(End of this chapter)