Outright Favoritism Chapter 19: : What did you and my dad talk about?

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About twenty minutes later, there was a sound of footsteps at the mouth of the spiral staircase upstairs.

In the silent living room, everyone stood up at the same time.

Except for Li Qiao.

At this time, the sunlight struggled from the gloomy clouds to reveal a few faint light, and fell through the glass to Li Qiao's feet.

The girl sat motionless on the sofa, staring at her toes without squinting, her face indifferent throughout.

It wasn't until Li Guangming and Shang Yu walked back to the living room that her eyes trembled slightly, and she glanced over slowly.

Shang Yuying stood tall and walked slowly in the middle of the living room, and said with a cool expression: "Stay, don't give it away."

Li Guangming smirked, "Then...I'll wait for Mr. Shang's reply."

The man did not speak, but he lowered his eyelids in response.

I don't know what they talked about, but obviously the atmosphere between Shang Yu and Li Guangming is very delicate.

Duan Shuyuan took a step forward. As the host’s wife, she was worried about neglecting Shang Shaoyan, and politely invited: "Mr. Shang is going to leave? If it's okay, do you want to stay for a morning tea?"

"No, thank you."

The tone of Shang Yu's answer was extraordinarily deep. Although he maintained a good demeanor, his dark eyes were bottomless, which made people unable to understand his emotions.

After a while, he took the lead to walk towards the Xuan Ting, and the driver followed behind him.

The man strutting with his head, and his sonorous stride, he wrote all the words ‘unpredictable’.

The Li family and the others were still immersed in Shang Yu's inexplicable deterrent, Li Qiao had already stood up and followed out.

"Qiao Qiao——" Behind him was Li Cheng's surprised call, but Li Qiao's figure had long since disappeared near the profound hall.

In the villa compound, Li Qiao followed Shang Yu unhurriedly, and near the small garden on the right hand side, Shang Lu was crouching on his stomach next to a small maple tree with a pale face and retching from time to time. Two times, miserable and funny.

"Yan Ye!"

Li Qiao's clear and clear voice sounded softly behind Shang Yu. The driver took a silent look, looked at his nose and nose, and turned around to the small garden.

Hearing the sound, Shang Yu took a step, his tall and arrogant posture was full of wild charm, his eyes were deep and long and he stared at Li Qiao, and his voice was steady and magnetic: "What's the matter?"

The girl blinked lazily, her fingertips tucked into her jeans pockets, her thin right-angled shoulders shrugged slightly, the breeze disturbed the hair on her forehead, and her tone was lightly blown: "I Can you ask, what did you and my dad talk about?"

As if Li Qiao was in a gloomy mood, her thick eyelashes drooped, covering the waves in her eyes.

She never doubted the love and maintenance of her parents, but this time, why are she so persistent about her relationship with Shanglu.

Shang Yu looked at Li Qiao in front of him, her dark eyes with a frightening gleam, "It would be more appropriate to ask your father."

"Can't you tell me?" Li Qiao frowned, and suddenly raised her head to look at the opponent. The gloomy deer's eyes seemed calm but sharp.

The man carefully looked at the girl’s delicate cheeks, his apple jewels rolled slightly, and he refused simply, "Sorry, no."

At this point, Li Qiao's heart suddenly became impatient, her eyes were dark and cold, and her tone was slightly tight. "The last question, can this marriage be retired?"

Her impatience and anxiety have reached the corners of her eyebrows and eyes, and Li Qiao, who has always been careless in receiving people and things, forgot to pretend in front of Shang Yu.

Just when she thought that Shang Yu would not answer, she heard a sentence: "As long as you want, you can retire."