The fog was thin in the morning, and the old house at five o'clock in the morning was still immersed in a quiet peace.
The flowers near the private house are blooming, and the petals dyed with dew are delicate.
In the master bedroom on the second floor, the curtains close together to block a ray of sunlight at the dawn.
Li Qiao didn't sleep soundly. Her eyes were red. She turned over and ran into the man's arms. Her red lips were still muring, "no more..."
She is tired and he is satisfied with love.
Hazy, she seems to hear a dumb voice to coax into the ear, "good, the last time."
This words Li Qiao heard countless times last night, really have no credibility.
……
When the time came to nine in the morning, Li Qiao slowly dressed up and went downstairs.
When she woke up, Shang Yu was not in the master bedroom.
The big bed was in a mess. Li Qiao didn't even see it.
With one hand on her waist and the other on the wall, she made a "hissing" sound from time to time.
How can it be more tiring to do such a thing than to fight?
Back pain, leg tremor, like a stroke.
Li Qiao wiped her face, looked at her disobedient legs, and shook her head and sighed without expression.
She walked around the corner of the stairs, rubbing her fingers on her back waist. As soon as she looked up, she saw Shang Yu coming up from the downstairs with a clear mind.
Li Qiao rolled a voice, eyes a little floating, "early..."
His voice is soft and dumb, and he is very "weak" when he hears it.
Shang Yu slowed down and came up to her. He watched her knead her waist. "How did you get up?"
Li Qiao glanced at him lukewarm, "hungry."
She didn't eat much at last night's dinner, but she was tossed all night.
The man was obviously injured after drinking, but his physical strength was not affected at all.
Li Qiao glared at him with a light accusation in his dark eyes.
Then, Shang Yu's thin lips lifted lightly, approached her two steps forward, hooked her waist and sucked her earlobe. His tone was not clear, "well, I really worked hard last night."
Li Qiao's ears were red. As soon as she was about to speak, she noticed that there were some red marks on the side of his neck.
"What's the matter?" She reached out to his collar and looked askance. There were three marks on the wheat skin.
It's like a fingernail.
Shang Yu tilted his head along with her movements, pressed down Jun's face, and joked in a deep voice, "can't you remember?"
Li Qiao blinked, facing the downstairs nuzui, forced to change the topic, "go, hungry."
This topic can't be continued, otherwise it's easy to get angry.
Shangyu watched her knead waist all the time, with a smile and heartache at the bottom of her eyes. She was trapped in her arms with a slight force in her arm, and her fingers lingered beside Li Qiao's cheek. "If you are too tired, go to lie down for a while, and then bring breakfast."
Li Qiao half leans on his shoulder, looking at the man's angular jaw, shook his head, "no, it's not so exaggerated."
Although this kind of thing really tired body tired heart, but also not to lie down all the time.
Shang Yu's eyes looked at her deeply. The girl, who had just been in charge of human affairs, had an unknown charm on her eyebrows, and her eyes seemed more bright and graceful than usual.
The man's Adam's apple slipped and his palm rubbed her back. "It seems Boyfriends need to work harder. "
Li Qiao
Does that mean she has to get out of bed?
Li Qiao bumped him with her arm, and she wanted to flirt with him. Suddenly, a question came from downstairs: "what are you two muttering about at the end of the stairs?"
It's the voice of Shang Zonghai.
Li Qiao's eyes were surprised. She looked up at Shang Yu and said, "uncle is coming?"
"Well, I'm new here. I'll see you down there?" The man's broad and hot palm has moderate kneading strength, which makes Li Qiao comfortable.
They were officially together last night, and Shang Zonghai came this morning.
Li Qiao was a little shy. She pulled Shang Yu's hand from her back and cleared her throat: "let's go."
When the elder is downstairs, it's hard for her to hide upstairs.
……
In the living room, Shang Zonghai sat on the sofa with a cigar in his hand, and the old God was smoking.
Seeing the two people at the entrance of the stairs, his eyes covered up behind the lenses made waves.
Li Qiao came forward and called uncle. Shang Zonghai looked at her with a kind smile, then pressed her fingertips against the sofa, "sit down."
When they sat down, Shang Zonghai opened the door and said, "girl, my uncle was a little busy last night and didn't care about you.
This year's clan meeting of the Shang family is over. After you What's your plan? "
Li Qiao quietly looked at Shang Yu with a calm face, pondered, and asked mildly, "what is the plan that uncle refers to?"
Shang Zonghai laughs, and his vision shuttles two circles between her and Shang Yu.
This makes Li Qiao's face hot. She always feels that he seems to see something.Shang Zonghai leaned over and poked his cigar into the ashtray.
With his action, Li Qiao accidentally found a dark green square brocade box on the table.
Shang Zonghai's finger fell on the brocade box and patted, "girl, this is the first 20 pages of the Autobiography of stock god that I translated. If you are ready, you can take back the brocade box."
What if you're not prepared?
This words Li Qiao presses in the throat, didn't ask directly.
She calmly looked at the brocade box, pursed her lips and nodded: "thank you, uncle. I will read it carefully when I go back."
Hearing this, Shang Zonghai smiles with satisfaction.
He pushed the brocade box from the tea table to Li Qiao and solemnly said again, "I just asked Shaoyan. He said that you are going to go back to Nanyang these two days.
Therefore, I suggest you go back to Nanyang to read the contents.
Girl, you have to remember that the door here is always open to you.
No matter how you choose in the future, our Shang family will always be your strongest backer. "
Li Qiao raised her eyes and looked at Shang Zonghai. When her eyes flickered, she politely and moved her head to thank her.
When she first saw him, she only felt that Shang Zonghai was an old man with a strong sense of city. She did not dare to take him lightly.
But this trip to Parma made Li Qiao's perception of him more complicated.
Shang Zonghai really defends her all the time. As for the reasons, I hope this translation document can give some answers.
……
More than ten minutes later, Li Qiao went to a private restaurant for dinner, while Shang Yu and Shang Zonghai went out for a walk in the garden.
The sun is dazzling. Shang Zonghai stands with his hands down near the arch bridge. He looks at Shang Yu and says, "are you too impatient?"
At the moment, he raised his eyebrows and looked at the merchant with his hands
"Don't pretend to me." Shang Zonghai lowered his voice and squinted at him, "it's not that I don't agree with you to be together, but you haven't given someone a place. It's too early to do this kind of thing now."
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