Outright Favoritism

   Chapter 887 Still Water Flows Deep

  It wasn't until the two of them came to the bathroom that Li Qiao saw that Shang Yu followed in, and then she realized something was wrong.

  She coughed lightly, and puffed out the door, "I will wash it myself."

   Implication, you go out.

  Shang Yu's eyes were dark and deep, and he stretched out his hand to lift the straps of the nightgown hanging from his waist and abdomen, showing a cold sensuality in his movements, "Together."

  Is it still washable?

  Li Qiao took a step back, saying that she refused, but in the next second she was completely blocked by the man's lips.

  Intimacy is probably the best medicine to calm emotions.

  ……

  The next day, it snowed.

  Li Qiao opened his eyes in a daze, and raised the curtains to see the silver-clad world outside.

  Holding the quilt, she recalled last night, rolling her throat, her eyebrows and eye corners were all invisible.

  Li Qiao didn’t know how she fell asleep.

  From the bathroom to the bed, he moved slowly and gently, and the time was extraordinarily long.

  Later, the moment before she fell asleep, she seemed to hear him say a word in her ear.

  Li Qiao looked out the window of Piaoxue, and remembered it three seconds later.

  At that time, Shang Yu said, "I won’t give birth anymore."

After a while, Li Qiao got up and went downstairs. The man had already gone to the company. She had nothing to do, so she sat at the window holding a pregnancy book to pass the time.

  ……

The scandal of Shang Yu's cruelty to his brothers and feet was suddenly exposed at three o'clock in the afternoon.

   is not in Nanyang, but the British emperor.

  As the bishop of the entire House of Lords, if the archbishop is so vicious to cruel brothers and feet, he should not be qualified to serve as a priest.

When Li Qiao got the news, it was 11 o'clock in the middle of the night in Nanyang.

  Shang Yu hasn't gone home yet, he just called her and told her to go to bed earlier instead of waiting for him.

  At the same time, Childman Manor.

  Ming Dailan sat in the studio, her face tense looking at her phone, "Who did it?"

   Yin Mo lowered his head and replied stubbornly, "It is still not sure if it is the eldest son or... sir."

  Ming Dailan's fingers tightened, "Global News..."

   Yin Mo nodded, “Global News Agency is an industry owned by the second crown prince. Today’s sudden announcement of such news may be to divert attention from... the cause of death of the former duchess.”

  Ming Dailan leaned against the back of the chair abruptly, with a deep voice, "Where is Xiao Yehui?"

   "The grandpa went to the parliament building yesterday, but he has not returned."

  Ming Dailan closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then opened her eyes again, her expression has returned to her previous gentle and indifferent expression, "Go out first."

  Yin Mo nodded and left. After the door was closed, Ming Dailan took out her mobile phone and made a call.

  On the other side, Xiao Hongdao, who is in the tea room, is making tea comfortably, raising his eyelids, "What is she doing?"

  Yin Zhihong bent over and answered truthfully, "Madam is still painting and hasn’t been out all afternoon."

  Xiao Hongdao bowed his head and blew the heat of the teacup, "Well, it's calm."

  "Sir, you and your wife..." Yin Zhihong wanted to inquire a few words, but he stopped talking.

  Xiao Hongdao's slightly old eyebrows showed a smile, "Old Yin, how long have you been with me?"

   Yin Zhihong's expression tightened, and he quickly lowered his head, "Sir, it's almost forty years."

   "It's been so long, but it's the first time I have discovered that your curiosity is so heavy." Xiao Hongdao said, still with a warm smile on his face.

  Yin Zhihong knew that he had exceeded the rules, and lowered his head again, "Sir, I..."

   "Forget it." Xiao Hongdao waved his hand, "Go and call Xiao Mo over."

  Yin Zhihong bent over and exited the tea room, but his forehead was sweating because of panic and nervousness.

  He regretted it, and hurriedly went to find Yin Mo, took her to the backyard of the manor, and exclaimed: "Momo, I will see Mr. in a while, don’t talk too much, understand?"

  Yin Mo nodded without a different color, "I see, Dad."

   Yin Zhihong has been with Xiao Hongdao for decades, and the long-term tacit understanding has allowed him to figure out Xiao Hongdao’s intentions almost instantly.

  He called Yin Mo to go over, which was a kind of warning and temptation in disguise.

  I’m afraid... Recently, Momo and his wife have gotten too close, which has aroused the suspicion of the husband.

  Yin Zhihong repeatedly warned, for fear that Yin Mo, who does not understand the human relationship and sophistication, would collide with Xiao Hongdao.

  At this time, Yin Mo looked at him extremely calmly, "What did you say to your husband?"

  Yin Zhihong pursed his lips and reprimanded severely, “Don’t ask if you shouldn’t ask, why don’t you have a long memory?”

   Yin Mo glanced at him, turned around and returned to the manor without saying a word.

  Yin Zhihong dared not say anything, and reminded in a low voice behind her, "Remember what Dad said."

  Tea room, Yin Mo walked in, his face was always dull, "Mr."

  This is the expression management that He Chen taught her. If you don't want anyone to explore your heart, then put everything into peace.

  She always remembered the four words He Chen emphasized: Still water flows deep.

  At this time, Xiao Hongdao didn't say a word, he made tea and continued tea on his own, as if Yin Mo didn't exist.

  Time goes by in such a strange atmosphere.

  After a full hour, the sky outside the window has turned dark blue, Xiao Hongdao put down the medical book in his hand, and gestured to the chair near the tea table, "Sit down."

   Yin Mo's legs were stiff, and he paused for two seconds before walking over and sitting down.

  Xiao Hongdao poured a cup of herbal tea and pushed it in front of her, his eyes fell on her face, meaningfully said: "Ahui went out yesterday, why didn't you follow?"

  Yin Mo raised his head and looked directly at Xiao Hongdao, "The old man didn't call me."

   "Didn't call you?" Xiao Hongdao chewed her words, leaned back in the chair, "You are his bodyguard, he needs to greet you personally when he goes out?"

   "Mr. Misunderstanding." Yin Mo lowered his eyes, with a respectful gesture, "It is the eldest son who knows that I have been with his wife recently to relieve his boredom, so he arranged a team to accompany him on daily trips."

  Xiao Hongdao rubbed his tea cup and nodded in satisfaction, "Madam is indeed in a bad mood recently. It is excusable for you to accompany her to relieve her boredom. But... after all these days of depressing her boredom, has her condition improved?"

   "Looks much better."

  Xiao Hongdao pursed the corners of his mouth, and said lightly: "If this is the case, then you should also go out to do errands."

   Yin Mo's eyebrows brightened, "Sir, please give me an order."

Xiao Hongdao emptied the herbal tea in the teacup without hurriedly, glanced at Yin Mo, and said deeply: "I heard that your seven children have a good relationship. Then just take advantage of Ahui's absence recently. You go to Nanyang. Do something for me."

  ……

  Nanyang, midnight midnight.

Shang Yu did not return, Li Qiao sat lazily in the laboratory, only cold frost hidden under his eyes.

  She had long known that the Childman family would not wait to die, and she was ready to meet her.

   But it did underestimate their viciousness, and actually tried to attack Shang Yu with the incident eleven years ago.

  The charge of murdering a brother is more heinous than his murder and arson.

  And the identity of the archbishop does not tolerate any taint.

"Child, don't be cold and silent." Silo raised her phone and stared at the screen, urging her eyebrows, "I don't need to say how serious the consequences of this matter are. The archbishop is the leader of the priesthood. Not to mention cruelty to siblings, he can't kill dogs according to the rules."

  (End of this chapter)