At five in the morning, the cabin door opens.
The early winter has arrived, and the cold wind is coming. Compared with the British emperor, the winter in Nanyang is even sharper.
Shang Yu led Li Qiao out of the hatch, followed by he Chen and Xi Luo.
Several people say goodbye at the airport. Xi Luo takes her suitcase from Luoyu and yawns to the parking lot.
To pick her up is still the last Junyi little suckling dog.
The other side put her luggage into the trunk, got into the car and asked with a smile, "sister-in-law, you've been there for a long time, have you brought me any gifts?"
Xi Luo glanced at him, turned on the flight mode of the mobile phone, and answered perfunctorily, "yes, two imperial bills are enough?"
The little suckling dog muttered again, but Xi Luo didn't listen carefully at all.
She looked at the screen for a moment, the page was wechat chat box, and there were three screenshots.
Princess Margaret sent it to her eight hours ago.
Xi Luo looks confused after watching the screenshot.
What happened to the emperor?
Who is Paul Taylor Chapman?
Why is emperor looking for him all over the Internet?
……
At 10 a.m., Li Qiao wakes up in the master bedroom of Nanyang mansion.
She rubbed her forehead, a little confused.
It was not until he came back that he felt exhausted.
Li Qiao frowned, raised her upper body, sat down for two seconds, and then went back.
top-heavy.
As a result, Shang Yu walked into the master bedroom for the third time and saw Li Qiao's slow motion in the quilt.
With a thin smile on his lips, he stepped forward and pulled the corner of the quilt. It was Li Qiao's frown that made her uncomfortable.
The man gathered eyebrows and sat down beside the bed, the voice line also sank a lot, "what's the matter?"
Li Qiao closed her eyes and didn't speak. She put her fingers out of the quilt to hold him. Shang Yu's jaw line was too tight because of her warm palm.
She has a fever.
Shang Yu leaned over and took her from the bed into his arms. Touching her cool cheek, his face became more gloomy.
Li Qiao buries in his bosom, stuffy ground asks a way: "home has antipyretic?"
Just finished, she thought of something, Wu sighed, "Oh, can't eat."
Li Qiao is also quite helpless. It is estimated that she came back from the airport in the morning and caught cold when she got off the plane.
"Hard?" Shang Yu explored her body temperature, and the emotion of her eyes was like the overturned ink stone, which could not be dissolved.
Li Qiao withdrew from his arms, lay down again, and said feebly, "no, I'll sleep again."
The man sat by the bed, tucked in the quilt for her, and caressed her forehead with the palm of his hand.
After a while, Li Qiao breathed evenly and seemed to be asleep. Shang Yu narrowed his cold eyes and stepped out of the master bedroom.
When the man comes back to the living room and looks at the moon, will you approve the annual leave?
"Let Cheng Mo come here."
Looking at the moon, he felt that there was a cold wind in front of him, and his boss had already walked into the elevator.
What's the matter?
Looking at the moon standing in situ pondered for two seconds, quickly picked up the phone to call into a stranger.
Then, he called back to Zhuifeng to the effect that the boss didn't have time to approve your annual leave.
After half a month of being a fan of left behind children, I almost didn't lift the table.
Can't he take an annual leave?
Who the hell are you praying for?!
……
Cheng Mo came quickly and walked into the residence in less than 20 minutes.
In the dining room, Shang Yu's tall and slender figure stands in front of the glass table, stewing ginger soup in a casserole. He puts his pocket in one hand, and occasionally stirs it twice with a spoon in the other.
Behind him, Cheng Mo helped the mirror frame with a slightly surprised expression. "Hall master, cross border attacks on firewalls are likely to attract the attention of other hackers. It's not as good as..."
The man's back to him, tone is very low, "do it."
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