Outright Favoritism

   Chapter 1315 Godmother, can you send me away?

  The next day, weekend.

  He Yanmo went to the Renhe laboratory less than eight o'clock. During the period, he did not forget to call Shang Yin and asked him to wait for her at home under the pretext of having something to do.

  In the sea view apartment’s split-level gym, Qing Lei also reported: "Patriarch, Miss He went to the Renhe laboratory."

  Shang Yinguang’s upper body, and the wheat-colored skin is covered with thin sweat.

  He released the stretcher, took the towel and wiped his cheeks, "Prepare the car."

   Qing Lei raised his eyes and reminded: "At eight o'clock, you and Pamaho’s family have a maritime trade seminar, which was scheduled a week ago."

  Shang Yin stood up, his bright muscle lines showed his strong strength, "There is no conference system on the car?"

"Yes, but the signal is not as good as the conference room." Qing Lei's stubborn attitude is quite like a virtuous minister. "Patriarch, important members of the two families will attend the seminar, and it will be in video format. If you have a meeting in the car, , It seems...not suitable."

  Shang Yin's arm wiping off his sweat slowly dropped to his side. He faced the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked out at the sea. I don't know how long it took before he sighed and asked, "When does the meeting end?"

Qing Lei breathed a sigh of relief, "No more than four hours."

   "Well, let's arrange it."

  Shang Yin was not headstrong, nor did he become angry as a beauty.

  Because Qing Lei was right, the meeting in the car was indeed inappropriate, and he would appear to be negligent to the Huo family.

  The four assistants of this generation are currently only Qing Lei and Hei Yi, and the other two seats are temporarily vacant.

  They are different from Liuyun Luoyu and others. Although they regard Shangyin as their head, they will not let it go.

  Assisting these two words is more important than respectfulness.

  On the other side, after Qing Lei made arrangements, as soon as he walked near the gym, Hei Yi emerged from nowhere.

  He is 22 years old, looks upright, and has a tall stature. "The Patriarch will go to the dark hall to participate in the assessment in the afternoon. Do you know this?"

   Qing Lei nodded, "I know, what's wrong?"

  Hei Yi has no expression on his face, "The Patriarch has postponed the assessment."

"what?"

   "It is said that we are going to the Renhe laboratory to pick up Miss He."

   Qing Lei closed his eyes and sighed, "If I say something about confidantes, you won’t give a small report to the owner of the house, right?"

   "No." Hei Yi looked behind him quietly, Qing Lei breathed a sigh of relief. He opened his mouth and wanted to say a few more words. Hei Yi added in a low voice, "Patriarch heard it by himself."

   Qing Lei's mind was blank for a moment: "..."

  ……

  On the other side, Renhe Laboratory.

  He Yanmo was sitting in the reception room with a small gift box on the table. She looked at the door from time to time, with a sad expression.

  The little girl probably didn't sleep well last night, and there are faint dark circles around her eyes.

  Today is the weekend. There are not many people in the laboratory. He Yanmo waited for about half an hour, and finally there was a movement from the door of the reception room.

   "Godmother."

  He Yanmo saw Li Qiao in a white coat and quickly stood up and called her with a smile.

  Li Qiao's complexion is gentle, and the expression between her brows and eyes is the same as before.

  She took a seat and said quietly, "Have you waited for a long time?"

  "Soon, I just arrived." He Yanmo carried the gift box and handed it to her, "Godmother, your favorite guava, just delivered from Myanmar yesterday."

  Li Qiao motioned to her to put her on the table, leaned back on the back of the chair, "Come to me so early, just to give a gift?"

  He Yanmo touched his nose in a jealous manner, "That... definitely not, I miss you, so come and have a look."

   "This time..." Li Qiao curled her lips clearly, "What's the trouble?"

  He Yanmo shook his head steadily, "No trouble, the world is peaceful."

  Don’t blame Li Qiao for asking this question. He Yanmo used to be naughty occasionally.

  At this time, Li Qiao looked directly at the girl opposite, no longer innocent and gloomy in her eyes.

  She watched quietly for a while, and then asked in a persuasive manner: "Momo, do you want to talk to me?"

   "Yes!" He Yanmo nodded solemnly, her gorgeous eyes gradually turning dark red, "Godmother..."

  The little girl choked with sobs before she finished her words.

  Li Qiao got up, walked to the water dispenser and poured two glasses of water, put it in front of He Yanmo, and leaned against the edge of the table, "It has something to do with Ah Yin?"

  He Yanmo held the cup in both hands, looking up at the woman with warm eyebrows and her side, "Godmother, can you send me away?"

   "Why are you leaving?" Li Qiao's face was no different, and he looked at He Yanmo's full and determined eyes, "Momo, I want to listen to the truth."

  He Yanmo turned aside, stared at the opposite wall, and asked instead, "Godmother, I like Brother Yin, you...know?"

  Li Qiao said she knew.

   "It's not the sister's liking for her brother..." He Yanmo took a deep breath, "It's your liking for godfather."

  Li Qiao smiled, "I also know."

  He Yanmo's eyes flushed suddenly, and he paused, "But I am not good enough for Brother Yin, am I."

  This should be an interrogative sentence, but He Yanmo stated it in a straightforward tone.

  Li Qiao did not answer positively, but tried to dispel her anxiety in an almost comforting tone, “As long as you like each other, there is no question of whether you are worthy or not.”

   "Godmother..." He Yanmo's breathing was a little trembling, as if trying to restrain his emotions, "I know I don't deserve him..."

  The words fell, and the girl burst into tears.

  Li Qiao probably did not expect that He Yanmo would suddenly lose control of her tear ducts. Even if she was not her own child, she grew up and was no different from her own daughter.

  Li Qiao wiped her cheek with her index finger, and whispered, “Momo, don’t belittle yourself.”

"No." He Yanmo's throat was sore and choked, and her voice was even more dumb. "My mother always said that you are the most objective and fair. With my current level and strength, do you really think I can stand beside Brother Yin? ?"

The girl’s nose fluttered sharply, she pulled out the jade pendant from her neckline and cried, “Also, this is a token of the mistress of the Shang family, right...Godmother, you say, what do you think I’m taking as brother Yin? Madam..."

  He Yanmo’s tears fell drop after drop on the jade pendant along the thin jaw.

  She seldom cried since she was a child, but Shang Yin has only returned for two days, and she has almost cried out the tears of the past two years.

  This kind of cognition that is not worthy of Shang Yin comes from the accident that the jade pendant of the dormitory was lost.

  Whether it was Qinglei's subsequent reaction, or the way that her brother Yin changed her dormitory, even her self-conceited brave and fearless act of rummaging through the trash to find Yupei, now looks so naive and impulsive.

  Yesterday at noon, He Yanmo went home and talked with Yin Mo for a long time.

  She asked many details and knew many secrets.

  For example, the origin of this jade pendant, such as the training that brother Yin has experienced in Parma over the years.

  And she... even their juniors, still living under the blessing and favor of their parents, don’t know right and wrong, and don’t know what to say.

  (End of this chapter)