Outright Favoritism

Chapter 483 Why let him hug you?

At 8:30 in the evening, Li Qiao and Su Moshi were drinking and chatting near the viewing window of the executive lounge.

There were not many people in the lounge, and they gathered together in twos and threes to chat and laugh.

The atmosphere is not noisy or noisy. Accompanied by the elegant piano music played by the pianist, the yellow-toned lounge has been paved and blurred.

At this time, Su Moshi was playing with a special gold-rimmed scalpel, with his arms bent over the edge of the table, and he was a little surprised, "I am really curious now, what kind of man looks like in your eyes."

Li Qiao leaned back in her chair lazily, her slender legs folded in front of her, "I can see it at noon tomorrow."

She rubbed the phone, looked down occasionally, and wrung her eyebrows quietly.

She sent a message to Shang Yu half an hour ago and asked him to have dinner with Su Mo at noon tomorrow.

But... he hasn't replied to any news yet.

Ten minutes later, Li Qiao wanted to call him, so she went to the bathroom.

Su Moshi looked at her back with a smile, then retracted his gaze and looked out the window.

Is Nanyang Shang less developed?

He had heard the name a bit, but he didn't understand it.

He has lived abroad for these years and paid little attention to domestic affairs.

However, the man who can be liked by Li Qiao is probably not bad.

After all... During the border years, there were so many people who pursued her, and even Xiao Brother she refused. How good is this Shang Shaoyan? !

...

Five minutes later, Li Qiao returned from the bathroom, her complexion still as waterless, but Su Moshi still found the anxiety hidden in her eyes.

"what happened?"

The corners of Li Qiao's lips pressed slightly, and she shook her head, "It's okay."

Su Moshi stared at her for a few seconds, teasing in a gentle tone: "Your boyfriend won't answer the phone?"

Li Qiao raised his eyelids and looked at him, without answering, but showing some acquiescence of helplessness.

Su Moshi put away his scalpel and knocked the joints on the table, "I really don't see it, you actually have a proactive type of boyfriend!"

"You're so much nonsense." Li Qiao faintly glanced at him, picked up the cocktail on the table and drank it, then lifted the chair and stood up, "Go."

Is this anxious?

Su Moshi laughed blankly. When the two walked out of the lounge side by side, he raised his hand and patted Li Qiao on the top of his head, "There are generally only three possibilities for men not answering the phone.

Either busy, angry, or careless.

The former is an excuse most of the time. As a man, no matter how busy he is, he can contact you whenever he wants.

As for anger, then find the reason for his anger.

This last thing, don’t care, you should understand, it can extend many, many possibilities.

So, which one is it, make sure to look for countermeasures, remember? "

Su Lao Si reminded Li Qiao in the voice of a person who came over. At the end, he added, "However, the first and third types of men you can be attracted to are unlikely. Don't think too much. If you need help, Talk to the fourth brother anytime.

Also, eat this, the newly developed anti-alcohol medicine can quickly reduce the alcohol content in your body. "

Li Qiao uttered an ‘um’ on his lips, took the pills he handed over, opened the icing and swallowed directly.

...

It was night, Nanyang Mansion.

Li Qiao parked the car and walked straight to the lobby.

In front of the door, Luo Yu was already waiting, and when she saw her figure, he greeted her, "Miss Li."

"Is he there?" Li Qiao's voice was flat and did not fluctuate at all, but her lips were slightly pursed, and she did not seem to be so calm.

Luo Yu turned around and glanced at the direction of the living room, nodded and said: "Yes, I have just come out of the training room. This will be smoking in the living room."

"Yeah." Li Qiao passed by in response.

In fact, Luo Yu didn't know what happened, but Li Qiao called her half an hour ago and asked about the boss's movements.

At that time, they had just returned to the mansion from the company, the boss was nothing unusual, but went to the training room alone, and Luo Yu told Li Qiao truthfully.

As the living room approached, a burst of smoke floated out of the flowing air.

Li Qiao's footsteps were very shallow, and before he approached the hall, the man's dumb voice came over, "Get out."

She kept walking, and the moment she appeared in the living room, she found the light was very dark.

This brightness was deliberately lowered a few days ago in order to hide the injury on the back of her hand.

Right now, the man is lying flat on the sofa, wearing a black shirt and trousers.

He bends his knee with one leg, his right forearm is on his forehead, and his breathing is clear and heavy in the quiet living room.

Li Qiao's heart tightened, and he glanced over the coffee table, and easily saw his mobile phone placed on it.

She frowned, walked to the sofa, squatted down slowly, and gently touched his chin with her cool fingers, "Why let me out?"

The man's breathing was heavy, and the frequency of chest fluctuations also showed that he seemed uncomfortable.

However, when he heard the sound, he stopped breathing for a second, and opened his eyes sharply, and Li Qiao crouched beside him and looked at him with his head tilted.

Probably the light was too dim, and it fell on her to reveal a somewhat unreal hazy feeling.

The man closed his eyes and took a deep breath, raised his arm on his forehead, and in the next second he wrapped her shoulder and pressed him directly to his chest.

He has a lot of strength, and his breathing after calming down is still entangled with uncontrollable rapidness.

Li Qiao was suffocated in the man's arms, sniffing his scent, and walking carefully on his arm with fingers.

Fortunately, there are no symptoms of muscle tension.

For a moment, she thought he was sick again.

I don't know how long it took, maybe a few seconds, maybe a few minutes, Shang Yu's voice was hoarse, and a warm breath spilt in her ears, "Is it enough?"

Li Qiao who was still rubbing his arm lightly: "..."

She lifted her head from the man's arms, the two were close at hand, and the posture half lying on his chest was a little uncomfortable.

Li Qiao struggled twice, straightened up and sat on the sofa sideways. Just as he was about to speak, Shang Yu hooked her waist again, and with force, she fell on the man's chest again.

This posture is unprecedented.

It's different from the intimacy on the bed, nor the usual hug.

He lay flat and hugged her in his arms, the living room was brightly lit, the man held Li Qiao with his hands, his thin lips pressed against her forehead, the breath of words gushing down, a little hot and a little irritable.

"Why don't you speak?"

The moment Shang Yu spoke, Li Qiao's eardrums were softened by the vibration of his chest.

She raised her head, resting her chin on the man's chest, "What's wrong with you? Is it uncomfortable?"

The man's faintly burning eyes melted the dim yellow of the crystal lamp, his thumb touched Li Qiao's cheek, his eyes met, and he said, "Well, it's uncomfortable."

Li Qiao's eyebrows jumped, and she was about to get up from his arms, "Why..."

But as soon as the action started, he was hugged back again.

Then, the man's sullen and tense tone sounded, "Why let him hug you?"

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(End of this chapter)