Outright Favoritism Chapter 222: : Photos of female stock gods

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At this time, Shang Yu looked down at the phone, and the parasol above his head cast a dark shadow on his cheeks, and even the faint bluish black under his eyelids was gradually evident.

Li Qiao flashed a flash of God, and stopped talking.

At a glance, he knew that he didn't rest well last night.

Probably something that happened in the dormitory still made him worry about it.

This man, pride and sensitivity coexist deep in his heart.

Some things just don’t tell you what they are, but you don’t have to go into the details.

Li Qiao thought, but in the end she didn't ask anything. She put down the cup and looked far away without opening her eyes.

Not long after, Luo Yu's figure appeared in the field of vision.

She stood alone near the lawn in the middle of the mountain, holding the smoke in her hand, constantly swallowing clouds and fog.

Luoyu smoked very quickly, and one was over and one was clicked, which seemed a little upset.

Even the tough face is getting tighter.

Li Qiao concentrated for a while. During this period, the speed of Luoyu smoking did not decrease, and the whole person fell into an unprecedented state of anxiety.

At this moment, Shang Yu's magnetic voice came in her ears, "Luo Yu has been too smooth in the past few years. The blow of this assessment will inevitably make her feel frustrated."

Hearing the sound, Li Qiao retracted her gaze, lightly tapping the tea cup with her finger, her eyes narrowed: "This is what you arranged on purpose?"

Shang Yu put the phone on the table, leaning back in the chair lazily, "It is not entirely, she is proud and conceited to achieve such a result. I can't complain."

In the four assessments that ended in the morning, Luoyu ranked third overall. This result is really surprising.

Li Qiao looked at Shang Yu's profound gaze, bending her lips to tease, "If Luoyu heard your comment, I would probably have smoked that pack of cigarettes."

Shang Yu made a deep smile across his eyes, then leaned forward, pushing the phone in front of Li Qiao with his shapely fingers, "Look at this."

Li Qiao was puzzled. As soon as he picked up the phone, he heard the man’s low voice add: "Charles found the picture of the female stock goddess."

For an instant, Li Qiao's heartbeat accelerated.

She didn't pay much attention to Charles's polite remarks before. At any rate, she was also a financial giant in the British Empire, and she would never remember her petty request.

Unexpectedly, Charles was convinced that he actually posted photos.

Li Qiao raised her eyes to look at Shang Yu, and seeing his eyes lowered gently, she looked at the phone with inexplicable emotion.

On the screen, there is an old black and white photo that is yellowed.

A woman with curly hair was sitting in front of an old-fashioned piano, her fingers still beating the keys, but her cheeks turned to look in the direction of the camera, raising her eyebrows and smiling.

The attitude of playing the piano is clearly noble and elegant, but the expression of a light smile with raised eyebrows reveals a flamboyant and casual expression.

Li Qiao carefully observed the photos. Perhaps it was a long time ago, and many details in the screen became blurred.

The only thing worth noting is that the outlines between Li Qiao and the opponent's eyebrows overlap slightly, but that's all.

If you say they are similar, the expressions in the eyebrows and eyes are mostly unruly and frivolous.

If they are quite different, their facial features and facial features are indeed unique.

Li Qiao watched for a long while, then raised her mobile phone to her cheek, raised her eyebrows at Shang Yu, "Yan Ye, do you look like?"

The man didn't know when he lighted a cigarette. He pressed his lips and exhaled the mist. The hand holding the cigarette nodded to her in a lazy tone: "It's not like you. You are unique."

Li Qiao looked down and couldn't help laughing.

She put down her phone and looked at it again, then handed it to Shang Yu, and said, "Can you send me a copy of the photo?"

Shang Yu took the phone and forwarded the photo.

Li Qiao stared at the photos in WeChat and gradually fell into thought.

Is there any connection between her and this female stock god?

……

In the evening, half past six.

The assessment of the four assistants is coming to an end.

Li Qiao has been sitting not far away and watching. She glanced at the scoring device on the computer and sighed.

Luoyu, ranked third overall.

If Mochizuki made an accidental mistake in the game of capture and martial arts, Luo Yu would probably be at the bottom of the rankings.

From the first comprehensive ranking three years ago, to the second-to-last this year, I don’t know how Luoyu will feel about this gap.

"Worrying about her?" At this moment, Shang Yu, who was silent next to him, spoke suddenly, staring at Li Qiao, his tone seemed playful and ridiculous.

Li Qiao knew who he was talking about, raised her eyebrows and smiled lightly: "Worry is not enough, but I feel that such a result is not necessarily a bad thing for her. Maybe the next assessment, she can Amazing the audience."

A proud person like Luoyu will not allow himself to fail for too long.

Hearing the sound, Shang Yu faintly looked at Li Qiao, lazily raised his thin lips, and dropped a few words, "Then three years later... wait and see."

A three-year agreement, so he spoke with certainty.

I never seem to worry about whether they will still be with each other in three years.

Li Qiao couldn't help but feel throbbing, staring at the man's profile with dazzling eyes, pursing her lips and saying yes.

……

The moon night was bright and clear, and dimly yellow lights lit up around the mansion.

Near the mid-levels lawn, there was a figure sitting drastically on the steps from the back, with cigarettes and a lighter on the side of her leg, white mist floated from her mouth, and seven or eight cigarette butts accumulated on the ground.

Behind him, there are shallow footsteps from far to near.

Falling rain caught the smoke, leaned back, elbows half leaning on the upper step, and his voice was very dumb, "Don't disturb me, let me stay for a while."

Li Qiao walked behind her faintly, with one hand in her pocket, and her tone was flat: "Would you like to get you another pack of cigarettes?"

Luo Yu's eyes were stagnant, and when she turned around to see Li Qiao's figure, she quickly stood up and nodded: "Miss Li, why are you?"

She thought it was Liuyun them, so she didn't hesitate to speak.

Li Qiao's eyes fell, looking at the cigarette butts on the ground, and tearing the corner of her lips, "If I don't come, you plan to keep smoking?"

Luo Yu lowered his head, hid the hand holding Yanyan behind him, and kicked the cigarette **** away from the ground with his toes, and said in a rather obscure tone: "Let Miss Li read the joke."

"This is not a joke." Li Qiao looked at the silent expression of the falling rain, curled her lips slightly, and snorted forward, "Walk with me?"

Luo Yu glanced at her, dropped the cigarette **** in her hand on the ground, and nodded, "Okay, please."

The night is thick, and the floor lamp near the steps stretches the two figures obliquely.

Li Qiao walked unhurriedly, while Luoyu was slightly behind by half a step, occasionally raising her eyes to look at her back.

"You have been sitting here alone for two hours, can't you accept today's assessment result?" Li Qiao asked quietly after a while.

Luo Yu drooped his eyelids, silently, and laughed at himself: "Even if I can't accept it, I can't change it. I am indeed inferior to others."

Li Qiao glanced at her slightly, "Have you thought about the reason?"

"What's the reason?" Luoyu rolled her throat in confusion, her voice astringent.

Li Qiao raised her eyebrows and stared at the mountains immersed in darkness in the distance, and stood slowly, "You are not as good as others, but you are competitive and want to win."