Outright Favoritism Chapter 72: : Go downstairs
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At this moment, Zhong Jiugong took off the black mask on his bottom, stretched his eyebrows and sighed: "Yan Ye is polite. It's a pity that this kid died unexpectedly at a young age. However, it's a big deal for a boss like you. He manages his own affairs and doesn't waste a walk among others."
Shang Yu's throat rolled, and Zhong Jiugong looked at each other for a moment, then turned his head and ordered Liuyun behind him, "Send Jiugong to the other hall to rest, and then send them down the mountain after the rain stops."
"Yes."
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Ten minutes later, three black cars stopped at the door of Nanyangshan Courtyard.
Liuyun arranged for the servants of the other hospital to take care of him, and then hurried back to Nanyang Mansion, two kilometers away.
After entering the door, Li Qiao took off her mask and followed the servant to the living room for a short rest.
At this moment, Mo Qi looked at the luxurious living room in amazement, saying that it was magnificent and splendid, and this was just a temporary rest house.
He secretly smacked his tongue, and couldn't help sighing the charm of Quanqian, "Teacher, are you familiar with that master?"
The voice settled, and Li Qiao, who was sitting on the solo sofa, slowly raised her head.
Before in the cemetery, they all wore masks. Li Qiao never spoke to Shang Yu from beginning to end, so it is not clear whether he denied himself.
But judging from the dialogue between Jiugong and Shang Yu, they should be familiar.
At this moment, Zhong Jiugong held the tea cup sent by the servant, blew the heat, and said calmly: "I helped his deceased subordinates do a few times before, so it is familiar."
"Then every time you have to go to the cemetery for funeral?" Mo Qi asked again. After all, the process manual of the enchanter did not include the funeral process.
And today, under the leadership of Jiugong, they will pass together.
Hearing the sound, Zhong Jiugong took a sip of the hot tea, his wrinkled cheeks were full of fatigue, and he gave him an angry look, "Why do you have so many questions?"
Obviously, Jiu Gong did not want to answer.
Mo Qi touched the bridge of his nose, glanced at Li Qiao, and muttered to himself, "I am not curious!"
"Ask what you should ask, and don't be curious about what should not be asked."
At this moment, the servant had already arranged the guest room and invited them to rest in the room.
Throughout the whole process, Li Qiao didn't say a word, and followed the servant to the guest room on the second floor. After entering the room, she sat in a lazy chair in front of the window and stared at the heavy rain in a daze.
Today's farewell party gave her a new understanding of Shang Yu.
According to the rumors, he is the paranoid and mysterious overlord of Nanyang.
But in her eyes, today he is clearly a Yanhuang boss who values love and righteousness.
Including his loyal subordinates, they probably all surrendered because of this.
At this moment, the phone she had been putting in her pocket suddenly vibrated.
Li Qiao took it in her hand and glanced lazily, her heart palpitations suddenly.
It is a WeChat from Shangyu.
Only two simple words: go downstairs
Li Qiao's heartbeat was slightly chaotic, and then she got up and walked out the door.
At this time, the living room is empty.
When Li Qiao walked down the stairs, passed through the entrance, and pushed open the brown door of the annex, the handsome man standing in the rain with a black silk umbrella greeted her eyes.
He is still in that solemn black suit, standing in the wind and rain, so dazzling that everything around him becomes blurred.
Li Qiao pursed her lips and walked towards him step by step with a faint fatigue in the corners of her eyes.
Under the umbrella, the light was dim. She looked up at Shang Yu's deep eyes, and smiled: "When did Master Yan recognize me?"