Outright Favoritism Chapter 361: : The mercenary group Yunli, met the master of the meeting
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The man looked down at her dodging eyes, stretched out his hand to pinch her cheek, and joked in a low voice: "Afraid I don't understand temperance?"
Even if she knows the taste of her marrow, she won't be able to sing songs every night.
What's more, she always has to give her a few days to recuperate after she has just started personnel affairs.
Hearing this, Li Qiao lifted his eyelids, slapped his hands, and muttered softly, "Isn't it?"
"Huh?" Shang Yu bullied himself forward, squinting his eyes and raising his tail.
Li Qiao coughed lightly, pushed his shoulders, and turned around, "I ask you something."
The man took her to the lounge chair in front of the window and sat down, waiting for her to speak with his slightly raised eyebrows.
Li Qiao casually hugged the pillow, took out the phone and turned on the ICC system, turned the screen to Shang Yu, and tentatively said with a smile: "I guess you have this system in your phone."
The man did not speak, but looked at Li Qiao deeply and took the phone from her.
He clicked into the personal center, performed two simple operations, raised his thin lips and asked, "Why do you always use Yunling's account?"
Looking at the man's skillful operation, Li Qiao explained in a low voice, "Convenient."
Shang Yu raised his eyes and glanced at her, then tapped a few times on the screen, then handed the phone back, "Look again."
Li Qiao was puzzled, until she saw that the personal center account of the ICC system had turned into an all-gold name, a trace of stunnedness flashed across her eyes.
Golden name: Meeting Lord.
Security level: SSS level.
Li Qiao looked at the screen steadily, her expression indescribably complicated.
He is really the host of the International Club.
"This account is the highest authority in the meeting. You can directly check what you want to check in the future."
Li Qiao pursed the corner of her mouth and looked at Shang Yu. After a while, she rubbed the screen with her thumb, laughing and joking: "No wonder you knew everything about Yunling's assassination. It turned out to be Lord Huizhu."
The voice fell, and there was a very rapid sound of footsteps outside the corridor of the guest room.
Li Qiao twisted her eyebrows, looked in the direction of the door, and then looked at her mobile phone? He glanced sharply, "Did you not turn off the positioning system?"
Her mobile phone is still on for positioning, and Shang Yu has just logged in to the main account of the meeting.
The man leaned languidly on the back of the chair? Fingers on one side of the forehead? Nodding pretending to be annoyed? "Really..." The positioning was not closed.
The next few words were too late to exit, and the door of the guest room was kicked open.
Yun Li panted against the door with his toes, holding the phone in one hand? He glanced at the positioning icon in the system? He looked up at the guest room.
The meeting master, right here!
Yun Li didn't even say a word, and walked with his mobile phone in a swagger.
He walked and watched? I'm afraid the Lord's icon will disappear again.
A few seconds later? He was standing at the table? Throwing his phone on the table? He glanced coldly at Shang Yu? Then his gaze was fixed on the screen in Li Qiao's hand.
The golden conference master account.
Yun Li pinched his waist with one hand? His expression was very difficult to express. It was a long time before he looked at Li Qiao, feeling strange, and even tending to kneel.
Is this little bastard?
Impossible!
Yun Li has a brain? Although seeing is believing? But many things simply cannot stand scrutiny.
He snatched Li Qiao's cell phone? Carefully staring at the account? His breathing gradually became short.
Li Qiao lowered her head to support her forehead, raised her eyelids to look at the opposite Shang Yu, and sighed silently.
This **** coincidence.
Yun Li was stunned for half a minute? Just when Li Qiao wanted to explain, he shook his body and bowed to Shang Yu. "The mercenary group is Yun Li, I have seen the meeting master."
Li Qiao: "..."
At this time, Shang Yu glanced at Yun Li with his brows and eyes indifferently, raised his arm falsely, and swayed, "Aren't you afraid of admitting the wrong person?"
Yun Li hurriedly raised his eyes, then covered his eyes, "I can't admit that she is wrong, I know her virtue."
Li Qiao pouted and didn't want to talk to him.
To say that Yun Li treated Shang Yu as a love rival before, then at this moment no one can see his awe and respect for Shang Yu.
That was the attitude that changed instantly after learning the identity.
The host of the International Conference, even if you haven't seen it before, even if you don't know who he is, it does not affect the respect of the leaders of the eight major groups to the host.
Shang Yu sighed deeply, motioned to the chair beside him, "Sit down and say."
Yun Li hesitated, but soon he pulled the chair away and took a seat, his posture was upright, without the usual bohemianness.
After a brief silence, Shang Yu took out the cigarette case from his pocket and threw it to Yun Li. "Have you found the information about the mercenary group?"
Yun Li clenched his fists to his knees, and nodded with a serious face, "I have found it. Thank you for the arrangement in advance."
In spite of this, Yun Li has already begun to curse in his heart.
The man who robbed him of his good heart turned out to be his immediate boss.
The target assassinated by the mercenary group was actually the host of the International Association.
This **** **** life!
Shang Yu lit the cigarette slowly and carefully, and he gathered his eyebrows with obvious restraint. "The funds for rebuilding the mercenary group's office building will be credited within a week."
Yun Li glared at him with a raised eyelid, thanking him respectfully, but murmured secretly in his heart.
Blowed up my own building and allocated funds to rebuild it myself. It's **** good at playing.
After a while, Yun Li stood up and said goodbye.
Even if he doesn't show it on his face, the fact that Shang Shaoyan is the master is simply too suffocating.
He urgently needs to find a place to digest it.
Yun Li picked up his mobile phone from the table and turned around to leave. After two steps, a reminder floated behind him, "Remember to keep it secret."
"Don't worry about the meeting host." Yun Li stood still and turned around, glanced at Li Qiao secretly, wiped his face, and walked away.
That night, Yun Li left Piper Manor during the night.
The luxury car drove through the quiet streets of Palma and drove desperately to the edge of the city.
Discovering the identity of the conference host should have been something to be happy about.
But Yun Li drove the car, clutching the steering wheel with both hands, and couldn't be happy anyway.
Fuck, trouble!
……
The next day, at nine o'clock in the morning, the group embarked on their way home.
As the Yanhuang special plane rapidly climbed, Li Qiao looked back at the city map that was gradually shrinking outside the porthole, with a faint look.
Maybe I will come back sooner or later. I only hope that by then, Shang Zonghai can translate all the content of "The Autobiography of the Stock God".
Li is pretty eloquent, and the contents in the brocade box have indeed not been read.
Everything, just waiting to return to Nanyang to solve the mystery.
Three and a half hours later, at 8:30 am domestic time, the plane landed at Nanyang International Airport.
The Rouss team has been waiting on the tarmac for a long time.
Getting in the car, Shang Yu ordered to go back to the Nanyang Mansion directly. Li Qiao sat beside him, thought, and said, "Send me to Yanhuang Private Hospital first."
The man turned his head to look at her, his thick eyebrows wrinkled, "Uncomfortable?"
"No." Li Qiao looked at the familiar street scene outside the window, curling her lips and said: "I'll go see Li San, you go back first."