Outright Favoritism Chapter 13: : I am really wronged

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Duan Shuyuan's voice was settled, and a palpable coercion spread in the living room.

From the big brother Li Jun.

Li Jun squinted his eyes, his eyes deep with chills, "So, Shanglu didn't put our Li family in his eyes at all!"

Hearing this, Li Yan, who was eager to express himself, immediately nodded, "Big Brother is right, I think Shanglu just owes it."

Li Jun glanced at him coolly, and added to himself: "I have checked Shanglu's resume over the years. The background is very clean, at least in the relationship between men and women.

This marriage has been going on for some years. He didn't retreat early or late. Why did Qiao Qiao retreat on the eve of graduation? ! "

Duan Shuyuan sneered while rubbing her round nails, "Didn't it mean that he will visit tomorrow? If you can't give a reasonable reason, this will not be over."

In order to support Li Qiao, the family sat in the living room racking their brains and thinking about countermeasures.

At this moment, Li Qiao, who had been silent for a long time, changed to a more lazy posture, lying on the sofa and saying: "I agree to resign."

Li Guangming and others looked at him for an instant.

Duan Shuyuan caressed Li Qiao's head distressedly, "Baby, are you the truth?"

Objectively speaking, the stinky boy from Shanglu, regardless of his origin or background, is a perfect match for Qiaoqiao.

Not to mention, this marriage...

At the same time, Li Guangming also confounded: "Pretty, Dad knows that you feel uncomfortable, but..."

In the middle of the conversation, he hesitated to speak but stopped.

Actually, Li Qiao has never caught a cold with this baby boy.

But the attitude of her parents at the moment again confirmed her suspicion that the baby's origin is very problematic.

Li Qiao leaned on the armrest of the sofa, holding half of her face, watching the subtle changes in the expressions of the two parents, and faintly curled her lips: "Since they have proposed to withdraw from their relatives, let's withdraw. I have no opinion."

The second brother Li Yan asked with sullen anger: "Is it too cheap for him to return it like this?"

Li Qiao met Li Yan's gaze innocently, and nodded casually, "Maybe, but I am really wronged."

As soon as these words were uttered, the Li family immediately geared up, intending to give Shang Lu countless prestige.

Merchant Xiaolu, let's take a look!

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Two hours later, in the evening, Xiaosan Li Cheng also rushed back in a hurry.

The border businessman was dressed in a cold-blooded atmosphere, with a black windbreaker on his shoulders, and the moment he stepped into the living room, even the surrounding air seemed to become muddy and bloody.

The three sons of the Li family have their own abilities.

If the boss Li Jun is a decent Nanyang high-ranking official, and the second child Li Yan is an art giant full of bronze hands, then the third child Li Cheng is a cold-blooded merchant walking on the verge of death.

In the Li family, Li Qiao is the closest to his third brother.

At this time, Li Cheng swaggered to the third floor of the villa, stood in front of Li Qiao's bedroom door and knocked on the door, "Qiao, it's me, third brother."

Li Cheng's voice was hoarse and tired, and it became more and more deep and thick.

Outside the window, a large expanse of fire clouds after the rain adorned the sky like a dream. Li Qiao heard the knock on the door and closed the computer easily.

Opening the door, Li Qiao lazily looked at Li Cheng, joking familiarly: "How long have you not been home?"

Li Cheng walked into the bedroom along the gap in the door, dragged the computer chair and sat down drastically. The windbreaker slipped from his shoulders, revealing the pistol he had pinned to his back waist. "Business is busy, this is not coming back, saying Come on, what's going on with Shanglu?!"

Li Qiao looked at the ceiling above her head, walked up to him a little annoyed, and pulled the gun from his waist directly on the computer chair, and played it twice in her hand, "That’s it. There is nothing to say."