Outright Favoritism Chapter 198: : Kind of mysterious

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Li Qiao walked with him to the Bolan Club, thought, and said: "Charles told me just now that I look a lot like a deceased female stock god. I don’t know how much it looks like. It would be so surprised if he could see me."

After speaking, Li Qiao glanced at Shang Yu obliquely, not letting the slightest trace of his facial expression be ignored.

I wonder if she thinks too much about it. There was an illusion of deliberate arrangement during this meeting.

At this time, Shang Yu paused slowly by Li Qiao's body, his black eyes were not bottomed, and his lips were lightly raised. "Don't take it seriously. In the eyes of foreigners, most Asian faces are similar." /

Is that so?

Li Qiao pursed the corners of her lips half-believingly, noncommittal.

To be reasonable, Shang Yu does not need to introduce her to Charles.

But he did it anyway.

Could it be...just to announce the identity of her girlfriend?

But Charles is not from Nanyang. It doesn't matter if you know it or not, right?

Li Qiao kept secretly thinking in her heart, suddenly her shoulders sank, and the man's strong arms came up, hugged, bowed her head, and whispered: "I want to add contact information with him to inquire about the female stock god. ?"

"Yeah." Li Qiao was caught off guard by his warm breath around her ears, itchy and numb.

She settled down, leaning lazily on Shang Yu's shoulder, holding her head up, her eyes narrowing: "He just wants to send me pictures of the female stock goddess."

Shang Yu looked at her sideways, stretched his eyebrows, and pressed the corners of his lips pretentiously, "Send me the same."

Li Qiao lowered the tip of her nose and joked: "I'm afraid you will scare people away from sending photos."

"No, thirty billion dollars and a photo, he can tell which is more important."

This sentence, Li Qiao didn't think deeply, Quan was a joke.

Without an instant, the two returned to the Bolan Clubhouse.

This place seems to have been cleared today.

In the huge clubhouse, apart from the occasional service staff passing by, I have never seen other guests at all.

In the VIP lounge on the second floor of the clubhouse, Li Qiao slumped in a sofa chair, checking the time, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon, and she might be back to the company in a while.

Shang Yu didn't know where he was going, so he only asked her to wait a while before leaving the lounge.

Li Qiao slid the screen of her phone boringly, and the flowing clouds and falling rain were also missing.

Um...boring.

In a blink of an eye, for fifteen minutes, Shang Yu hasn't returned yet.

Li Qiao was thinking about whether to send him a WeChat question, and as she was thinking, the voice of falling rain came from behind her, "Miss Li, you can pass."

Li Qiao looked back at her, she was too lazy to ask, got up and turned to the front, "Let's go."

I don't know where to go, it's quite mysterious anyway.

Not long after, Li Qiao was taken to the Bolan Shooting Hall area by falling rain.

She gradually filled her faint eyes with a little expectation.

It has been almost a month since the last shot.

For Li Qiao, who prefers guns and precision equipment, shooting has absolute appeal.

In a private shooting room at the end of the front, Liu Yun was standing at the door waiting, seeing Li Qiao's figure, he nodded and opened the door, "Miss Li, please."

Li Qiao thanked her quietly and walked into the shooting room full of curiosity.

Standing still, raising her eyes, when she saw the scene in front of her, she suddenly smiled and curled her eyebrows.

In the small private shooting room, a long table is placed at the back of the shooting platform, on which are displayed eight silver hand boxes, each of which is a rare and rare pistol.

Real guns, not training guns provided by shooting halls.

Shang Yu stood at the long table, with one hand in his pocket and the other with a cigarette, watching her casually, "Come and take a look."