Outright Favoritism

Chapter 472 Want to regret marriage?

Li Qiao was stung by Shang Yu's words, and the end of his nose was full of his breath.

She rubbed the man's forehead, encircled his thin waist, and said, "Isn't I busy all the time."

Being busy is indeed a good excuse.

Taking advantage of the dim light in the living room, Shang Yu looked at Li Qiao, holding her profile face in his palm, and there was a trace of unobvious play in his squinted eyes, "Is it just busy?"

"Of course." Li Qiao didn't want to continue this topic, and turned back to the living room with his arms folded. "Did uncle tell you, when will he give me the other twenty pages of translation documents?"

The man looked down at her right hand calmly, his thin lips twitched, "Very anxious?"

The two of them were seated, Li Qiao leaned on the sofa, folded her legs, turned her head and raised her eyebrows: "No hurry, I'll just ask."

At this time, the dim light in the living room blurs each other's outlines, and the beautiful tones are reassuring, but also make everything in front of them less clear.

Shang Yu slowly turned his eyes, his thin lips raised a meaningful arc.

He bent his slender legs, took out a cigarette to light it, and a thin faint smoke hovered around him, "Like this light?"

Li Qiao looked up, "Well, it's very warm."

The man's smoking action paused, and she stared at her with a serious look, the curvature of her lips became more obvious, and the tone of smoke was hoarse, "Come here."

In fact, the distance between the two is not far. Li Qiao moved to his side, placing her right hand on the side of her leg and pressing the sofa with great care, "What's wrong?"

Shang Yu's deep eyes fell on her face impartially, with a cigarette in one hand, and Li Qiao's chin with the other hand, "Let me see..."

"Oh, look at it then." Li Qiao looked at him openly, probably doing two things with one heart, so she didn't hear the overtones of his words.

The man leaned over and threw the cigarette **** in the ashtray, pressing down on his handsome face, with a hint of tobacco in his clear breath, and he took what he hadn’t said before, “After the girlfriend got engaged, he started to hide from me. Regret the marriage or have something to hide from me?"

Li Qiao, who was still generously showing him her face: "..."

This man is really keen to his bones.

Li Qiao blinked and pressed her chin on his fingers calmly, "Why am I hiding from you? I'm really busy."

The man pursed his thin lips, pulled her lips closer together, and joked in a deep voice, "Are you sure you want to regret the marriage?"

Li Qiao looked directly at his dark eyebrows with the light orange light, curled her lips and joked, "I want to regret the marriage and you will let it?"

"You can only think about it." Shang Yu shook her chin and shook her shoulders. He leaned over and picked up the unfinished half of the cigarette and sips lightly. A mouthful, "Are you tired from working in a scientific research institute?"

Li Qiao's forehead was pressed against his angular jaw, rubbing his fingertips, and whispered: "It's okay, it doesn't feel much."

The man didn't speak for a while, just looked down at her, and sighed silently, "The mansion is closer than the dormitory. If you get off work too late in the future, come here to rest."

Shang Yu no longer bluntly asked Li Qiao to move over, but instead left her room in this way.

Come whenever you want, and let her do everything if you don't.

Li Qiao half leaned on his shoulders, his heart was hot, and the joking words just blurted out without thinking, "Then I may come over frequently in the future."

They have done everything their lover should do in this kind of relationship now, and Li Qiao feels that there is no need to twitch.

Hearing the sound, the man tilted his head and kissed her between her eyebrows, with a low voice and a smile, "I'm waiting for you to disturb every day."

...

It was night, everything was silent, only one night light was on in the master bedroom.

The two people on the big bed breathed evenly, and both seemed to fall asleep.

Not long after, Li Qiao lifted his eyelids, and only the distant night light in the dark room exuded a dim yellow.

She leaned against Shang Yu's chest, moved back slightly, opened a moderate distance, and walked slowly with her eyes on him.

The wound on the man's left shoulder was crusted, no gauze was attached, and the well-textured chest was slightly undulating.

Li Qiao looked at his deep silhouette, and then looked at his arm unscrupulously.

On him, there are no accessories like watches, and as usual, there are no extra objects.

Maybe... the things he prepared for himself when he was sick did not need to be worn with him?

Li Qiao absolutely believes in this man's domineering and ruthlessness, whether it is to others or to himself.

Thinking about this, she unconsciously pursed her lips and sighed.

In the future, her medical research direction is bound to cross the spiritual realm.

"Can't sleep?"

Just as Li Qiao stared at the man's cheek in a daze, her slightly opened thin lips spit out a few words in the quiet night.

Shang Yu didn't even open his eyes, and pressed his arms around her.

Li Qiao closed her eyes instantly, did not speak, pretending to be asleep.

The air was quiet for three seconds, and the man next to her suddenly turned over and pressed her under her, with a handsome face against her ears, with a smile, and whispered: "Since I can't sleep, it's better to do something else. ."

"I can..." The two words just blurted out, and the rest was stuck in his lips.

The quiet and deep night always magnifies the human senses infinitely.

Especially when the two of them share a bed with each other and their skins are close to each other, she soon feels that certain emotional reactions of the man are ready to go.

Li Qiao's body stiffened, pushing his shoulders, turning his face away to get a chance to breathe, "It's late..."

She did not refuse, but suddenly thought of what the psychiatrist said in the hospital that day.

Patients with mania sometimes have symptoms of sexual hyperactivity, sleep reduction and tirelessness.

She hasn't set out to study this kind of disease, so she doesn't know for the time being whether Shang Yu is really tough or...the chain reaction caused by the disease.

At this time, Shang Yu held her earlobe, and his voice became hoarse for several degrees, "Don't you want me?"

Li Qiao took a deep breath, still struggling with the question in her mind, but the man didn't give her much time to think, grabbed her red lips again, and kissed fiercely.

Usually, how much he cares about Li Qiao, how fierce such things are.

I haven't seen it for many days, it is naturally lingering for a long time.

...

In the middle of the night, Li Qiao fell asleep.

The man sits on the edge of the bed in a robe and takes her right hand to look closely.

After a while, he took out the green gourd medicine bottle from the bedside table and applied it to her wounds evenly.

Some things, he can pretend not to know, but it is impossible to just ignore it.

He knew exactly what she was thinking.

Shang Yu pursed his thin lips and looked at Li Qiao's sleepy cheeks. He leaned over and held her face for a while, and dropped a series of light kisses.

(End of this chapter)