Outright Favoritism Chapter 120: : Shang Shaoyan, you are inhumane

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After a few hot dishes were served, Qiu Huan drank it with a beer glass, and then remembered one thing, "Sister, where did the camera you borrowed from me come from?"

Li Qiao picked up a boiled shrimp and placed it on the dinner plate. He raised his eyes and raised his eyebrows. Without answering, he asked, "What's wrong? There is a problem?"

Qiu Huan was about to speak, but was unexpectedly attracted by Shang Yu's actions.

What did he see?

The boss actually picked up the boiled shrimp in Li Qiao's bowl slowly...

Li Qiao looked at Qiu Huan steadily, and then lowered her head, just to see that the shrimp was put on the plate again.

Then, Shang Yu picked up the dish and handed it to Liu Yun, with a low magnetic voice: "Let the chef peel the shell before sending it."

Liu Yun carried a plate of boiled shrimp noodles and went out without any difference.

This kind of thing is no surprise, ha ha.

Qiu Huan clutched his forehead and laughed spontaneously, while Ou Bai looked at the shrimp on his chopsticks with a particularly exciting expression.

Li Qiao turned to look at Shang Yu, her mouth faintly pulled up, and before she could speak, Shang Yu gave her a processed king crab leg, "Eat this first, and then eat shrimp later."

Qiu Huan watched the familiar crab leg being delivered to Li Qiao's bowl. If he remembered correctly, it was the one he had just taken care of for a long time, right?

Shang Shaoyan, you **** inhuman!

At this moment, Li Qiao was eating crab legs and looked up at Qiu Huan, "Qiu Shao, you haven't answered me yet."

Qiu Huan grabbed his mind, suppressed the desire to draw the knife, cleared his throat, and explained: "It's nothing, it's just a surprise. The serial number of your camera is 122."

"So?" Li Qiao squinted.

Qiu Huan sighed, pretending to look deeply at the crab leg, "At the beginning, my engineer borrowed the camera serial number 122 to find inspiration. As far as I know... all the serial numbers of that camera are It’s unique."

At the end of the word, he set his gaze on Li Qiao's face in a deliberate manner.

"Oh."

Qiu Huan: "?"

It's over?

"Sister, to be honest, at the Venus Charity Auction, the person who anonymously took the serial number 122, is that you?"

Qiu Huan's unbearable curiosity, still bluntly expressed his doubts.

At this moment, Li Qiao put the crab legs aside after eating, wiped the corners of her mouth, and answered lightly, "Well, it's me."

Received a positive response, Qiu Huan still couldn't help being frightened, and quickly drank a beer to cover up his gaffe.

Eligibility to enter the Venus auction, worth 200 million yuan is the primary threshold.

Being an anonymous auctioneer means that she is an old member for at least three years, and she is worth a billion yuan.

Even if she was born as the richest man, does the Li family really have so much money for her to squander?

With billions of dollars in capital flow at every turn, the home of the richest man may not be able to sustain it, right? !

Everyone thinks that the richest man is the richest person.

Actually, the so-called rich list is not worthy of its name. At best, it just adds some after-dinner talk to the public.

For the real rich, wealth can't be measured by specific numbers, and they don't bother to be on the list, such as...Shang Shaoyan.

For example, the Qiu family.

Qiu Huan thought, is it possible that the Li family still has capital reserves that outsiders do not know?

……

After the meal, it was less than seven o'clock.

Qiu Huan suggested going to Chen Yuan to relax, Shang Yu took a towel and wiped his hands, looking sideways at Li Qiao, with a deep voice: "Want to go?"

Li Qiao glanced at the time and nodded happily, "I have no opinion."

"Yeah." Shang Yu stood up, picked up the suit jacket from the back of the chair, and handed it to Li Qiao very naturally.

Li Qiao received her hand, sorted out the folds, and hung it on her forearm.

However, a second before leaving the box, Shang Yu's steady pace suddenly stopped.

He stared at the jacket with a deep gaze, his thin lips slightly sideways, and he took it from her hand. After unfolding, he put his hand on her shoulder, "Let's go."