Chapter 977

Li Qiao raised her head and casually refused, "no see."

Voice Fang Luo, a low voice of cold Su hit on the back of the head of the rain, "this kind of thing, later do not need to report."

When the rain fell, the hair of the whole body stood up instantly.

She turned around and saw Shang Yu's dark and deep vision. She looked down in dismay. "Yes, boss."

The man's eyes were covered with thin frost. He pushed the door into the ward and closed the door to the falling rain with his backhand.

Cold, bone cold.

Boss casually a look, can make her legs soft want to kneel.

He is still he, the overlord of Nanyang, but he seems to be more aggressive than before.

Only Li Qiao can make him pleasant.

Falling rain's eyes are complex and his heart is full of uneasiness.

Through the glass of the door, I saw Shang Yu go to the window and knead Li Qiao's hair. His action was tender and tender.

Falling rain can not hear their conversation, can only turn away worried.

I hope she thinks too much.

……

In the room, Shang Yu sits on the side of the bed, grabs Li Qiao with his long arm, and says, "why haven't you slept yet?"

Li Qiao is not short, slender and slender. Sitting in a man's arms, she looks much smaller.

She looked sideways, her eyes fell on his Adam's apple, and a smile appeared at the bottom of her eyes

Bai Yan's "Lord Yan" is probably him.

The man touched her warm cheek, lowered his head, and said in a deep voice, "see the news?"

Li Qiao took the mobile phone and chuckled, "of course, the whole Yingdi social platform is paralyzed. Is the official media of morning news under the jurisdiction of the house of lords? "

Shang Yu's Adam's apple glided, his thin lips raised a sharp curve, "well, push the boat with the current."

The word

Li Qiao rubbed the border of her mobile phone and guessed about it with a little thought.

She glared at Shang Yu, her eyes slightly burning, "so... Is she really crazy?"

In fact, Xiao Hongdao's scandal about his wife is not irreparable.

In the final analysis, it's all the friction between husband and wife. It's easy to find a favorable excuse to reverse the trend of public opinion.

On the contrary, the video of Ming Dai LAN being abandoned on the street completely ignited the public anger.

"It doesn't matter." The man bowed his head and gave her a kiss on the corner of the mouth. "It's just the beginning."

Perhaps, the last value of Ming Dai LAN is just a piece that Shang's father and son used to deal with Xiao Hongdao.

It has nothing to do with right or wrong. Li Qiao only feels sad for her.

Looking for a lifetime, in the end, nothing.

Whether she pretends to be crazy or becomes crazy, it's all planted by herself.

If she really loves her son and is insane, how can she only remember her Otaru.

Shang Yu, Shang Lu, Xiao Ye Ling... She forgot everything.

Ming Dailan didn't even say sorry to Shang Yu for her stupidity.

Deep in her memory, she only remembers that Otaru is good to her, so she wants to find him and continue to enjoy the tolerance and love from Otaru.

In this life, from the beginning to the end, Ming Dailan loved herself most.

……

In the dead of night, Li Qiao sleeps in Shang Yu's arms.

Waiting for the light to go out, the man leaned over her forehead to print a kiss, looked at her deeply for a long time, and then turned out of the door.

Outside the door, the rain stood not far away, eyes flashing, want to speak, but showed hesitation.

Shangyu and her wrong body and, in the fierce footsteps, she heard the man's warning, "don't disturb her."

Rain nodded, watching the man's estranged back gradually away, back to God only to realize that his palm a sweat.

Such a boss is really shocking.

When Shang Yu returned to his other courtyard, the torrential rain fell in an instant.

In the study, Shang Zonghai holds an iPad in one hand and looks at the news of Yingdi indifferently.

Wei'ang heard the sound of footsteps, quickly came forward to open the door, "young master."

Along the way, Shangyu's shoulder cloth has been wet by the rain.

The broken hair hanging down from his forehead was damp, which made his face more and more cold and deep.

"In the rain?" Shang Zonghai put down his tablet, and the old God looked up at the door.

Shang Yu didn't make a sound. He sipped his thin lips and sat down opposite him. He folded his legs and lowered his head to light a cigarette

Shang Zonghai took off his glasses and glanced back at Wei ang. "Take a towel."

Weiang was ordered to leave.

Shang Zonghai put his glasses on his left hand side, then picked up the ink ingot and gently studied the ink on the ink plate. "Everything has to ask for some interest."

Shang Yu turned to go out and took a puff of smoke. The white fog scattered everywhere, blurring the man's sharp eyes. "Do you still want to take care of her?"

"I can't manage too much. I'll save my life at most." Shang Zonghai studies ink slowly. The fragrance of ink flows around, which seems to have the effect of calming the nerves.

Seeing the deep convergence between men's eyebrows, Shang Zonghai sighed: "don't underestimate Xiao Hongdao, just a woman, it's not so easy to shake his position."

"Of course not." Shang Yu's eyes are as deep as the sea, and his eyes burst out with a cold taste. "What's the purpose of your video? Do you want to force him to do it?"

Shang Zonghai reached over the table and picked up the cigarette box in the corner of the table. His expression was a little deep. "Only in a moment of life and death can we stimulate people's potential."

"Let Xiao Hongdao kill her, so as to test the truth?"

Shang Zonghai lit his cigarette and squinted, "can't you expect me to care about my old love?"

"That's the best way." Shang Yu raised his thin lips in awe inspiring manner.

Shang Zonghai gave him an unpleasant look, "running back in the middle of the night just to remind me not to be soft hearted?"

Man lips smile, the spread of the aura has gradually disappeared, "I'm afraid you repeat the mistakes, just."

Just in time, wei'ang was holding a bath towel and came late.

Shang Zonghai snorted, opened the drawer in the corner of the table, took out a white porcelain vase from it, raised his hand and threw it to the opposite side, "eat two of them, so as not to make the girl worry about the fever tomorrow."

The man raised his arm, grasped it in the palm of his hand, and intercepted the white porcelain vase in the air.

He gently rubbed and relaxed lazily, "did you talk to Shanglu?"

Shang Zonghai is puffing and puffing with smoke. His mature handsome face is full of indistinguishable profundity. He said, "sooner or later, you will know that he should grow up after so many years."

……

The next day, the scandal of the British emperor chaiman had spread to Myanmar.

Not everyone knows, but politicians all over the world have heard about it.

Prince George sent people to contact Xiao Hongdao, but there was no reply, and Xiao Yehui was lost all the time.

So, Prince George looked at a message on his mobile phone, shook his head and said with a smile, "the old fox will always be the old fox."

After that, he turned his eyes to the assistant secretary beside him and said, "in my name, propose to the house of Representatives and the royal family to take back the title of Duke chelman as soon as possible. Let the council office organize the discussion, and I will attend in person in three days. "

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