Hearing this, Shang Yu bent his knees and took back his long leg. His Adam's apple slipped twice. He stood up with the armrest and said, "go, eat."
Li Qiao looked up at his slender body and stretched out her hand to pull his arm, "isn't it going to end in ten minutes? After watching it, I'm not so hungry... "
The man flipped her wrist and asked, "if you don't know the result, you can do it."
Li Qiao couldn't defend herself. When she got up, her feet softened and her shoulder hit Shang Yu's chest directly.
I've been sleeping askew for two hours and my legs are numb.
Li Qiao is still holding his suit in her hand, leaning half on his chest. Her posture is not ambiguous, but It's hard to avoid the suspicion of throwing oneself in the arms.
She lowered her head, moved her wrists, pursed her lips and frowned, and looked at Shang Yu innocently, "Yan ye, my legs are numb..."
By implication, I didn't mean to attack you.
Shang Yu's lips were covered with smile lines, and his strong little arm was around Li Qiao's back waist. With a slight hook, he drew the distance between them closer. "I'll take you away?"
Li Qiao's heart beat like a drum and shook her head calmly. "That's not necessary. I'll just slow down."
"Well, well, slow down." Having said that, but the back of the hand has not been taken back, the man so wantonly calm to embrace her.
Li Qiao couldn't help licking the corners of her mouth, breathing lightly and smiling in her eyes.
After a while, the feeling of ankle paralysis gradually subsided. Li Qiao moved her legs, raised her head and bumped into Shang Yu's dark eyes. "Yanye, I'm fine."
The man picked the tip of his brow and gently stroked the back of her head. "Well, let's go."
……
In the afternoon of that day, the result of Hongke league's competition came out, and Li Shaoquan won by the bottom with the result of third place.
When she learned the result, Li Qiao was holding her mobile phone and looking at Li Shaoquan's wechat page, thinking irritably whether to blackmail him.
Ten minutes ago, she knew that Li Shaoquan had been accepted by the red guest League.
Because up to now, even after ten minutes, Li Shaoquan is still sending her facial expression bag and more than ten phone calls, but she has hung up.
This guy may be going crazy.
After another five minutes, Li Qiao couldn't bear it. She turned his message page into non-interference mode and got up to go to the tea room.
Forget it. Congratulations.
She doesn't have to have a son anymore.
In the tea room, Li Qiao dials Li Shaoquan.
Connect the moment, a whimper came, "Woo - Dad."
He cried. He did.
Li Qiao touched the tip of eyebrow helplessly, "no promise."
Li Shaoquan sniffed and choked. "You don't understand how many words I've been scolded for so many years. Today, I'm finally elated, sobbing -"
besides sighing, Li Qiao doesn't know what else to say.
She is not good at pacifying people, but Li Shaoquan has suffered a lot in the past few years.
With the dream of a young hero, I stumbled for eight years.
He was misunderstood and scolded by countless people for his youth ambition.
Li Qiao leans on the tea table and listens to the incessant blowing of her nose on the phone. She turns her lips in disgust. "Don't cry. Congratulations on your dream come true."
"Qiao Qiao, I want to go home..." Li Shaoquan cried enough, holding the phone committee to whisper.
He hasn't been back for a long time. He's been bumping along this road for too long.
However, on the day when his wish came true, he was homesick.
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