Outright Favoritism

Chapter 455 Border Feicheng

Li Qiao stopped on the side of the road, slid to answer, and said hello in the Burmese language.

On the other end of the phone, there was an extremely low and hoarse voice, "K, when are you coming?"

Li Qiao knocked on the steering wheel with one hand, squinted at the road ahead, silently, and replied in Burmese: "Within a week."

"good. I'll wait for you."

Short conversations, no extra greetings and enthusiasm, but it is not difficult to hear the invisible tacit understanding between each other.

After closing the line, Li Qiao put her mobile phone on the dashboard at will, and sat in the car quietly for a few seconds before driving back to Nanyang Mountain.

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After seven o'clock, Maybach stopped on the platform of the mansion.

When Li Qiao got out of the car, she saw two people sitting under the parasol not far away.

It is He Chen and Shang Yu.

Hearing the sound of the car's engine, the man looked back, and the moment he saw Li Qiao, he screwed the cigarette **** into the ashtray, got up and walked towards her.

As for He Chen, he touched his forehead, snorted with a smile, opened his chair and walked toward the opposite lawn.

At this moment, the sky was gloomy and clouded.

As Shang Yu strode forward, the raindrops fell, and a few steps away, the man was already in front of him.

The next second he didn't say anything, he put his arms around her waist and hugged the person in his arms, and then his thin lips pressed against hers.

The rain was not heavy, only a few drops slowly hit the ground and bloomed.

Shang Yu held her lips and kissed, his voice was dumb, "Why are you here suddenly?"

Li Qiao looked up at the sky, then at the man's handsome cheek.

The look of restraint and forbearance last night no longer exists. Although his eyebrows are tired, at least he has returned to his calm normal state.

Li Qiao faintly breathed a sigh of relief, and took his hand and walked towards the mansion. She had not forgotten the physique of Shang Yu that would have a fever when it rained.

On the way, she replied: "No suddenly, I went to work at the research institute, just close."

The man and her walked back holding hands, his deep eyes inadvertently passed over her exposed right wrist, and he suddenly saw a circle of pale blue marks. He paused and his brows darkened.

Li Qiao pulled him suspiciously, "What's the matter?"

At this time, Shang Yu held up her hand, her thin lips tightened, his thumb brushed over the trace, and dark waves floated under his eyes, "I did it?"

Li Qiao retracted her lower arms, looked at her small suit jacket with three-quarter sleeves, curled her lips, "No, Tu Anliang made it."

Tu Anliang, who is about to leave Nanyang: "..."

Shang Yu raised his eyes, looked at Li Qiao's serious expression, his eyes were extremely silent.

He took a step forward, sighed silently and held her in his arms, his expression hiding indescribable annoyance and self-blame.

Li Qiao was held in his arms, feeling the coolness of the raindrops on his head, she couldn't help pulling the shirt on his waist, and said dully, "Can you go in and hug again?"

"Yeah." The man lapped her into his arms, and responded solemnly when he let go.

He Chen didn't know where he was going, anyway since Li Qiao came, he hasn't appeared again.

In the living room, the lights are very bright, even a little dazzling.

Li Qiao squinted his eyes and turned to look at the man beside him. Seeing that there was a drop of rain on his forehead, he blinked, wiped it with his finger, and raised his eyebrows teasingly, "Isn't it raining?"

She never asked anything related to last night from the beginning to the end, as she always did.

The dull and depressing atmosphere also dissipated a lot because of her words.

Shang Yu's thin lips raised slightly, and a thin smile overflowed from his throat. He hooked Li Qiao's shoulders and took her into his arms, with excessive force and gentleness. "He Chen said, you send Tu Anliang away. Up?"

His condition last night was too late to ask one more word.

Li Qiao rested his head on his shoulders, and faintly responded, "Although it's a bit cruel, it's a good thing for him."

Nanyang certainly carries all his past and memories, but the tragedy is too strong.

Leaving her hometown was indeed sad, she couldn't bear it, but Tu Anliang was willing to accept it, which was probably the best arrangement.

"Where did you send him?" Shang Yu leaned over, his thin lips pressed against her cheek, but his eyes fell on her wrist again, gently rubbing.

"Border Feicheng."

She gave him control of the entire city plus 300 million yuan in start-up capital. Compared with Chengnan, as long as he played steadily, he would be the king of Feicheng in the future.

　There will be another update tomorrow afternoon.

(End of this chapter)