Outright Favoritism Chapter 209: : Like a meter reading

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About twenty minutes later, Duan Jingming gradually recovered.

The Duan family was sitting in the ward at this time, asking him to obey the doctor's instructions repeatedly, and don't make jokes about the body.

The old man didn't say a word, he only glanced at Duan Yixuan faintly, and sulked at the ceiling with his lips pressed tightly.

Outside the corridor, Li Qiao was answering the phone with her back against the wall.

Academician Jiang called and asked her how she was thinking.

Li Qiao gave an affirmative answer. Academician Jiang said with a smile, "Ruzi can teach" and ended the call.

As soon as he turned around, the door of the ward opened, Li Qiao and Duan Yixuan collided head-on.

Duan Yixuan was carrying a purse in his hand, apparently planning to leave.

She ran into Li Qiao’s shoulder and took a step back in exclamation. When she fixed her eyes, she said ironically, "Everyone is taking care of grandpa in the ward, but you ran here to hide quietly."

Duan Yixuan couldn't look down on Li Qiao from the bottom of her heart, and without outsiders present, she would have no scruples about her words.

At this moment, Li Qiao played with her mobile phone, slightly raised her eyes to the scornful look in the previous paragraph, raised her eyebrows, and said casually, "Nanyang Police Station’s report letter, you did it. ."

This sudden inquiry caught Duan Yixuan by surprise.

She didn't have the slightest mental preparation, she looked at Li Qiao in shock, but soon forced herself to calm down, pretending to be puzzled, "What report letter? What are you talking about?"

The eyes can't deceive people, the deliberately suppressed panic in those eyes still betrayed Duan Yixuan.

Li Qiao glanced at her indifferently, too lazy to argue with her, and when she opened the door and walked into the ward, she said quietly: "You are really...stupid."

Duan Yixuan stood outside the door with a panic expression.

That is an anonymous report letter. Even the police station cannot find it. How could Li Qiao know?

After a calm analysis, Duan Yixuan luckily thought that Li Qiao was cheating her.

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Early the next morning, Duan Jingming's blood pressure has been well controlled. Duan's family went to the hospital again to discuss the follow-up treatment plan.

Li Qiao did not follow, and arrived at Jiangjing Mansion at ten o'clock in the morning.

Today is Sunday, Li Shaoquan risked his death to go home.

Being afraid of being interrupted by her father, she begged Li Qiao to accompany her.

Downstairs in the apartment, Li Shaoquan is wearing a newly bought black suit with a white shirt and a tie. He is carrying a briefcase in his hand like a decent, and even his hair has been deliberately taken care of, which is a lot of energy. .

Li Qiao parked the car next to him, watched him get in the car without a word, and said nothing for a while.

Li Shaoquan fastened his seat belt, turned his head and ran into her eyes, stretched out his hand to adjust his tie, and smiled pretentiously: "How is it? Isn't it handsome?"

It's so handsome, exactly the same as the meter reading.

Li Qiao glanced at him and started the engine without saying anything.

On the way, Li Shaoquan was sitting on pins and needles. As he got closer and closer to home, he became more and more anxious.

In a blink of an eye, the villa of Erbo Li Guangmao's family is near.

Li Shaoquan once again arranged his suit and hugged the briefcase in his hand, with tension and expectation in his eyes.

The car stopped and two figures came into view in front of the fence door outside the villa.

It is Li Guangmao and his wife.

Seeing the arrival of Li Qiao's car, Li Guangmao stepped forward calmly, his face over fifty years old was majestic, but his vicissitudes were not old.

Li Shaoquan is the only son of the second uncle's family. He has not returned home for these years. At this time, sitting in the car suddenly saw his father's white hair on the temples.

Li Qiao pushed the door and got out of the car, came to Li Guangmao, smiled, "Er Bo, Er Niang."

Li Guangmao's throat rolled slightly, took a look into the Mercedes-Benz, then looked at Li Qiao, nodded, "Qiao Qiao, thank you very much."