Chapter 239

The moon is in the sky, and the lawn is very quiet.

Li Qiao leaves the suitcase and sits beside Shang Yu again. She tilts her legs and half hangs her eyes. Yu Guang secretly looks at the man.

At this time, Qiu Huan looked around and fixed his eyes on the suitcase.

He was very curious about what 200 million Cufflinks looked like.

So, when Shang Yu leaned forward to pinch the cigarette end, Qiu Huan youyou stretched out his hand toward the box, trying to see it first.

"Hands off." Suddenly, a deep voice hit qiuhuan's ear.

He shook his hand, looked at the opposite Shangyu, wryly curled his mouth, retracted his hand, "Shaoyan, 200 million cuff links, you don't open it to have a look."

The man glances at him, spits out the last thin smoke, and looks at Li Qiao with a faint smile in his eyes. He opens his voice slowly: "why don't you talk?"

Li Qiao's eyes flashed. She answered the wrong question seriously: "that cuff link is very nice."

Qiu Huan and Ou Bai

Hearing this, Shang Yu's thin lips raised a happy radian. He held Li Qiao's wrist and said, "let's go home."

Qiu Huan

Ou Bai glanced at them coolly and hummed: "Shaoyan, you should remember that we didn't drive tonight, right?"

If he left, how could he and qiuhuan go home?

A taxi? It's too cheap.

Send someone? Too long.

At this time, Li Qiao followed Shang Yu's action to stand up, glanced at Ou Bai and said, "my car, help me return to Li's tomorrow."

By implication, the sports car is for you.

Ou Bai looked at Li Qiao's flamboyant posture and refused without thinking: "no, I What the hell are you kicking me for, qiuhuan? "

Qiu Huan almost didn't kick over Ou Bai's cane chair.

He glared at Ou Bai, pinched his waist and stood up in front of him. He was very friendly to Li Qiao. "No problem, sister. Don't worry. I'll send it back to you tomorrow." Two for free.

Li Qiao nodded, turned around and walked to the business car side by side with Shang Yu.

Liuyun and Wangyue are lucky to take two small suitcases.

Qiu Huan's eyes were fixed on the ceremony. After all, there was no blessing in his eyes.

……

On the way back, Li Qiao sits beside Shang Yu, and neither of them talks.

Li Qiao looks at the neon streetscape with her lips curling upward.

After a while, her heart itched, and her eyes moved from the window to Shangyu.

Who knows, just turned his head, bumped into the man's eyes as deep as ink.

The corners of Li Qiao's mouth keep rising, catching the smile lines on Shang Yu's lips. Some of her feelings are boiling and fermenting.

For a moment, Li Qiao teased: "the original supreme is Yan Ye."

If she had known it was him, she would not have been so upset all night.

Shang Yu rubbed her head and pulled her into her arms with a deep smile.

He looked down at Li Qiao's bright face and whispered to her, "I'm not always interested in the stock god. I'm offering flowers to Buddha in that autobiography."

Li Qiao's heart began to throb, and she chuckled and muttered, "that's nice, but at the end of the auction, when you increased the price ten times, did you deliberately block my way back?"

"Well." Shang Yu's thick eyebrows stretched out and looked at Li Qiao's eyes. His smile deepened gradually. "Angry?"

Li Qiao leaned over to the window, leaned on his shoulder, pulled the palm over his shoulder and pinched it gently. "I'm really angry, you say What shall we do? "

Anger is false, but holding back is true.

She was so bored because of the Autobiography of the stock god that it was her own people who opposed her at the auction.

It's a black dragon.

At this time, Shang Yu slowly folded his legs and leaned lazily against him with Li Qiao's posture. He leaned slightly and said, "I'll make amends for you when I go home."

Li Qiao looks back at him, eye tail a pick, pressed to press the corner of the mouth, "that's OK."

……

At 10:30 at night, Nanyang mansion.

Li Qiao is sitting on the sofa in the living room, nibbling at the mousse cake.

Shang Yu leans on the armrest of the sofa, her deep eyes reflect the bright light, and she looks at her instantaneously.

After a while, Liuyun came in with two suitcases.

As soon as Li Qiao's eyes are fixed, she puts down her plate and moves to Shang Yu to sit down.

two hand boxes as like as two peas. She opens one of them, and it's just brown.

Li Qiao reached out and touched the leather cover, and looked at Shang Yu with her eyebrow. "30 billion, do you think it's worth it?"

Shang Yu Mou Guang skips the small letter, the deep tone naturally, "send you, value."

All right.

Li Qiao shakes her head and smiles, remembering that he lent Charles $30 billion before.

Sure enough, you are rich and powerful.At this time, with Li Qiao out of the "stock god autobiography" in the palm of his hand, Shang Yu also timely opened the cuff box.

The Cufflinks of a pair of Canary diamonds are shining brightly under the crystal lamp.

The man took out a diamond and put it on his fingertip. The diamond looked beautiful and eye-catching.

His sharp edges and corners gradually softened. He looked at Li Qiao, but saw that she was holding the letter with no expression on her face. He didn't know what he was thinking, "how?"

Shang Yu put down her cufflinks, and Li Qiao slowly turned her head. She held up the inside page of her note and pulled her lips disappointingly. "30 billion, I lost."

The man turned his eyes and looked at the open pages. What came into his eyes was a pile of extremely difficult abstract words.

In Li Qiao's eyes, she couldn't recognize a word even if she distinguished it carefully.

I've been shooting three times, and I've found out why.

This is probably the waste paper of a ghost book.

"No loss." At the moment, Shang Yu took the letter from her hand and squinted, "this is the origin of Palma."

Li Qiao's eyes brightened, and she explored in front of him, "do you know Yan ye?"

Shang Yu looked at her gently, then pursed his lips and shook his head. "This kind of writing has been abandoned for a long time. I have seen similar written books in the ancient medical books handed down by the Shang family before. "

Palmer

Li Qiao looked at the little notes full of ghost charms and thought, "have you ever heard of the stock god in Palma?"

"Suspecting that the other party is from Parma?" Shangyu handed the autobiography back to Li Qiao with a deep look,

Li Qiao nodded calmly, "since it's your native origin of writing, outsiders should not be able to write."

After all, he didn't even know Shang Yu. The person who wrote this autobiography could only come from Pama.

After a short time, Shang Yu, who had been silent for a moment, slowly leaned on his back, glanced at the autobiography and stroked Li Qiao's hair. "I'll let someone check it. It's not urgent."

Li Qiao lowered her eyebrows and sighed. She raised her hand and threw the autobiography back to her suitcase.

Autobiographies of unknown origin, and words of ancient origin

30 billion. What did you buy?

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