Outright Favoritism

Chapter 448, the man in the early morning, can't touch

Of course, Li Qiao was too lazy to think about this question, no matter what the reason, there will always be one day to know.

After half an hour, Shang Yu led her to the backyard of the Royal Hotel.

The floor lamp was dimly lit with dim circles, and large banana leaves cast mottled shadows on the ground.

Bi-color garden.

Where they first met.

The surrounding area of ​​the pavilion was lit up, and it was peaceful and peaceful in the midsummer night.

Li Qiao walked through the bluestone road step by step, and the familiar scenery seemed to overlap with the picture in memory.

After the two of them were seated, she leaned sideways on the stone table, her eyes falling on a banana leaf, in a daze.

The man opposite her turned his head to look away, and in the next second he crossed the table with his long arm and broke her cheek, "What are you thinking?"

Li Qiao's eyes gradually focused, looking at his deep handsome face, tilted his head and smiled, "I was thinking, if I didn't meet you here, who would you be with?"

This is a level.

There is no shortage of puns.

Shang Yu's thin lips raised slightly, but his gradually deeper eyes were stained a little dangerously, "Then if you didn't meet me, who would you like to be with?"

The man's vocabulary is subtle, and he bit the word "think" slightly.

Li Qiao pulled his fingers down on the table and looked at the man with his cheek in the other hand, "I never thought about it."

The man squeezed her hand and played with it lightly, the deep meaning in his eyes receded, a little more playful, "Really believe what He Chen said?"

"Half and half." Li Qiao raised her eyebrows in response, and her words showed a bit of ostentation, "He understands you, and you can give him that kind of illusion. At least it shows that Zuo Tang and Luo Yu must be different."

Li Qiao glanced at him as she said, her clear eyes seemed to be waiting for him to answer.

Shang Yu rubbed her fingers and nodded without hiding, "She is indeed different."

Li Qiao's eyebrows darkened, instinctively that he still had something to say, but these words were plainly unpleasant.

Immediately afterwards, the smile line on the man's lips deepened, and he took her by the hand and dragged her from the stone bench opposite to him.

He hooked Li Qiao’s waist and asked her to stand between his legs, and raised her head slightly, "Luo Yu is only falling rain, but Zuo Tang, as the righteous daughter of the Shang family, will also call her sister-in-law or master when she sees you mother."

"The righteous girl?" Li Qiao really did not expect that Zuo Tang's difference was actually this identity.

The man pressed her back of the head, and kissed her with thin lips, "Otherwise what do you think it is?

Zuo Tang did save me, but that was her duty and life-saving grace. Shang had already given her enough in return. To me, she is no different from Luo Yu. "

Li Qiao put his hands on his shoulders, looking condescendingly at Shang Yu's deep eyes like an ancient well, she smiled, "Oh."

The man embraced her in a circle, staring at her deeply, "After the conference is over, I will take you to the dark hall."

Li Qiao nodded and did not refuse, because the curiosity of the dark hall was not a day or two.

...

That night, Li Qiao followed Shang Yu back to his room.

For nothing else, just want to see how his shoulder injury has recovered.

At 10:30 in the evening, the man took off his shirt, with a palm-sized piece of gauze still attached to his left shoulder. Li Qiao bent over and uncovered the gauze. Seeing the hideous wound, she frowned unconsciously.

The weather has been very hot recently. Although the wound is not inflamed, it has not healed very well.

A gunshot wound, which is two to three inches into the flesh, is more serious than a cut.

Li Qiao threw the gauze into the trash can and took out iodine and disinfectant cotton from the medicine box to wipe his wounds.

Her expression was serious, and the man looked at her for an instant, his voice was obviously hoarse, "Stay with me tonight?"

This should be an inquiry, but he clearly used a statement sentence.

Li Qiao blew gently on his shoulder, glanced at him at the end of her eyes, and said nothing.

"Only sleep, eh?" The man said in a magnetic and hoarse voice, and Li Qiao's movement of wiping the wound suddenly stopped.

At this moment she bends down, close to his cheek.

The light in the room was just right dim, hitting his face, the fatigue between his eyebrows was particularly obvious.

Li Qiao's heart felt so soft.

Although she didn't participate in the Nanyang Conference, she didn't have to think about it. There are many interests involved in the restraint of several forces. It is certainly not as simple as drinking tea and chatting.

She licked the corner of her mouth and nodded lightly.

Recently, I don't want to face him late at night, mainly because I am afraid of his needs.

More importantly, the injury to his shoulder was not so good, and some exercises would inevitably aggravate the wound.

Of course, she was really afraid of his physical strength.

Obviously twenty-seven years old, he is not a sturdy hairy boy, how could his physical strength be so good? !

Li Qiao may not know that for a man who has just started to eat meat, the degree of enthusiasm for this kind of thing is due to nature.

...

A good night's sleep, Li Qiao woke up early in the morning, and when she opened her eyes, she found herself resting on the man's arms and head resting on his chest.

The two people's postures are very close, as Shang Yu said, he really just hugged her to sleep last night.

Li Qiao raised her head, looked at the handsome face of the man sleeping, and traced his outline with her eyes.

The morning light outside the window was faint, and the light in the room was dim.

Even if he is still asleep, his arms are still around her shoulders, like a subconscious movement, persistent and firm.

After a while, Li Qiao moved aside, but as soon as he moved, the man's arm pulled her back again, "Why don't you sleep?"

It was still early, and he seemed to be awake, his voice was particularly hoarse.

Li Qiao stayed close to him, looking at him with a slightly confused expression, the corners of her mouth bends, and she said nothing, and closed her eyes again.

She really rarely saw Shang Yu's real side.

He used to be mostly cold and noble, even if they slept together, every time she woke up, he had left the bedroom most of the time.

Like today, the look of holding her tightly in a daze is a tenderness that makes people throbbing.

Li Qiao buried her face on his chest and wanted to sleep with him for a while, but she might not know it, she was gentle in her arms, and her breath of heat was sprinkled on the man's body, and her cool arms were around him again. Thin waist...

She also didn't expect that when the man suddenly turned over and pressed her after a few seconds, some emotional reactions could no longer be suppressed.

"Why are you..." I stopped sleeping.

The words were not finished, the man had covered his lips, locked her in his arms, kissed lingering and gentle.

His nose is full of his smell, and the quietness is deceptive.

Soon, Li Qiao was immersed in all the senses that a man brought to her.

The man in the early morning can't touch it.

This truth, during the next hour of exercise, Li Qiao had a complete epiphany.

...

At half past eight, the two went downstairs hand in hand.

The man did not have greed this time, and only exercised with her once.

Only the time is a bit long.

Li Qiao and him walked into the elevator. They didn't feel much discomfort, but they still leaned on him lazily, and asked quietly, "This time I take away the control of Chengnan, Tu Anliang will not give up easily, right?"

(End of this chapter)