Chapter 73

Shang Yu raised his finger and gently wiped away the rain from her eyes. He said in a hoarse voice: "in the spirit hall."

It turns out that I recognized her so early, even though she was wearing a mask.

Li Qiao lowered her eyelids and lifted her lips lightly. Her eyes just fell on his fingers holding the umbrella. She said in a low voice, "well, I thought you didn't see me."

"Tired?" At this time, Shang Yu rubbed her hair and looked at Li Qiao's trembling eyelashes and tired cheeks. With a movement of heart, the palm of his hand slipped to her back neck, and he squeezed it twice with moderate strength.

Li Qiao was stiff because of his action. Her warm and dry palm was pressed behind her neck and rubbed gently, which gathered almost all her senses together. The strong palpitation also spread from her heart to her whole body.

She frowned, suppressed the tachycardia, nodded truthfully, "well, a little tired."

Shang Yu raised her thin lips, and her broad palm fell on her shoulder. "Go, take you to rest."

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Ten minutes later, Li Qiao looks at the Nanyang mansion, which is getting closer and closer to the car. Her eyes fall on Shang Yu. "Does Yan Ye usually live here?"

The man thin lip tiny side, "well, pure."

In fact, she had heard about Nanyang mansion for a long time. It's said that outsiders are forbidden to enter the mansion, but she didn't expect Shang Yu to bring her here today.

After a while, they took the elevator of the underground garage to enter the door.

Li Qiao looked roughly at the layout of the residence, with a cool gray black ascetic style, unique decoration and exquisite craftsmanship.

He seems to have a preference for black.

In the living room, Li Qiao was sitting on the sofa, while Shang Yu stood in front of the French window, lit a cigarette, turned around and asked, "when did you start to be an undertaker?"

Li Qiao picked up a leather pillow and raised her eyebrows. "Strictly speaking, I'm not a mortuary teacher. At most, I'm a teacher's student and assistant."

Shang Yu walked to the sofa with a cigarette in his hand, leaned over to flick the ash, and glanced at her. "Is the wound suture technique the same as that of Jiugong school?"

Hearing this, Li Qiao flashed, with a smile in her eyes, "well, it's true that she has the credit of the teacher."

Unfortunately, at the moment of words falling, Liuyun's figure appeared in the living room, and listened to Li Qiao's words.

So, his wound was sewn up by Miss Li, who called herself the assistant of the mortician?

He quietly covered the cloud in his left arm

At this time, Li Qiao and Shang Yu turn their eyes at the same time.

There was a strange silence flowing in the living room. Then Liuyun cleared his throat and nodded: "boss, the room is ready."

Shang Yu took his seat, took his cigarette to his lips, looked at Li Qiao and said, "take a bath first, and then come down for dinner."

Li Qiao answered a voice, then got up to follow Liu Yun to leave the living room.

On the way, she walked slowly forward, considered for a moment, and asked, "Liuyun, how did the young man who was buried die?"

Liuyun steps a meal, looking at Li Qiao suspiciously, "boss didn't tell Miss Li?"

Li Qiao shook her head carelessly. "I didn't ask him. Tell me about it."

Hearing this, Liuyun mused and did not hide it. She asked directly, "Miss Li, do you remember the man she met in the blue garden before?"

After Liuyun's reminding, Li Qiao remembers the scene of seeing Shang Yu for the first time. She squints, "the one kneeling on the ground begging for mercy?"

"Yes, he killed Qingyu!" Mentioning this person, Liuyun's tone is cold and full of hatred.

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