Outright Favoritism Chapter 164: : Ye Ye, my legs are numb

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Hearing the sound, Shang Yu bent his knees and retracted his long legs, his apple slid twice, and stood up on the armrest, "Go, go to eat."

Li Qiao looked up at his slender physique, stretched out his hand to pull at his arms, "Isn't it over ten minutes? I'm not so hungry after reading it..."

When the words were not finished, the man flipped his wrist, clasped her forearm, and gently pulled the person up, "You can ask Mochizuki for the admission result."

Li Qiao couldn't defend himself, and the moment he got up, his feet softened, and his shoulder hit Shang Yu's chest directly.

Yes, I slept for two hours with my legs numb.

Li Qiao was still holding his suit in her hand, leaning half of her body against his chest, not an ambiguous posture, but... it is inevitable that there will be suspicions of throwing in her arms.

She lowered her head and moved her ankles, pursed her lips and frowned, and looked at Shang Yu innocently, "Master Yan, my legs are numb..."

The implication, not deliberately rushing at you.

Shang Yu’s lips have smile lines, his muscular forearms put his arms around Li Qiao’s back waist, and he gently hooks, invisibly narrowing the distance between the two of them, "Should I hold you?"

Li Qiao's heartbeat was like a drum, and she shook her head pretentiously, "That's not necessary, I'll just slow it down."

"Well, it's okay, slowly." Even so, but the hand of the lower back has not been retracted, the man just hugged her with his arms so recklessly and calmly.

Li Qiao couldn't help licking the corner of her mouth, breathing lightly, her eyes full of smiles.

In a short while, the numbness of ankles gradually subsided, Li Qiao moved her legs, raised her head and ran into Shang Yu's dark eyes, "Yan Ye, I'm all right."

The man raised his eyebrows and stroked the back of her head very gently, "Well, let's go."

……

On the afternoon of the same day, the results of the match-up admission of the Red Guest League came out. Li Shaoquan finished third with a narrow win.

When learning the result, Li Qiao was looking at Li Shaoquan's WeChat page with her mobile phone, thinking irritably whether or not to block him.

Ten minutes ago, she knew that Li Shaoquan had been accepted by the Red Guest League.

Because until now, even if ten minutes have passed, Li Shaoquan is still sending her emoticons and more than a dozen phone calls, but she hangs them up.

This guy may be crazy.

Five minutes later, Li Qiao couldn't bear it, and turned his message page into Do Not Disturb mode, got up and went to the pantry.

Forget it, let's say congratulations.

She won't have to raise a son anymore.

In the pantry, Li Qiao called Li Shaoquan.

At the moment of connection, there was a whimper, "Woo-Dad."

He cried, really cried.

Li Qiao reluctantly touched her eyebrows, "Not promising."

Li Shaoquan sniffed, and choked up his nose, "You don't understand, how many **** I have been scolded for so many years, I finally raised my eyebrows today, oh--"

Li Qiao didn't know what else to say besides sighing.

She is not good at comforting people, but Li Shaoquan has indeed suffered a lot of grievances over the past years.

Holding the dream of a young hero, he stumbled and walked for eight years.

He was misunderstood and scolded by countless people for nothing more than his youthful aspirations.

Li Qiao leaned against the tea counter, listened to the constant blowing of his nose on the phone, and curled his lips in disgust, "Don't cry, congratulations come true."

"Qiaoqiao, I want to go home..." Li Shaoquan cried enough and murmured aggrievedly while holding the phone.

It's been a long time since he went back. This way, one person has stumbled for too long.

However, he was homesick on the day his wish came true.