Outright Favoritism Chapter 372: : I won’t let you cry tonight

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Li Qiao took out the jade pendant from the brocade box. The top-grade mutton white jade is delicate and moist, with excellent oiliness.

There is a hollow pattern carved in the middle of the jade pendant. I can't see what it is, but the workmanship is very delicate.

At this time, Shang Yu lowered his head and lit a cigarette, a mist overflowed from his lips, and his voice mixed with smoke was slightly vague, "Shang's mistress's token."

Mother’s token!

Li Qiao suddenly felt a little hot.

The man looked at her with an indistinct expression, put down his long legs, reached for the jade pendant and threw it on the table, "It's not about looking at the documents."

Li Qiao looked at his movements, opened her mouth, and stopped talking.

At any rate, it is also an ancient jade of high-quality material. Just throw it on the table and don't be afraid of breaking it.

Li Qiao curled the corner of her mouth and looked at the rice paper in the brocade box again.

She picked up the first one and unfolded it, and the ink marks of the dragon and the phoenix danced into the eye.

Shang Zonghai's calligraphy is full of strength, introverted and sharp.

Starting from the first line of the translation document, Li Qiao read it word by word.

The writer of this "Autobiography of the Stock God" is indeed the same as the female stock **** in Charles's words.

Female stock god: Jing Yilan.

Although there are 20 pages of rice paper, it takes only five or six minutes for Li Qiao to read them all.

The conclusion is that there is very little useful information.

Except for the introduction on the first page, the rest of the content basically describes her views and analysis of the current stock market.

It fits the name of "The Autobiography of the Stock God" very well, and when this autobiography was written, Jing Yilan was twenty-eight years old.

Li Qiao finished reading the last page, and as soon as she loosened her finger, the rice paper floated back into the brocade box.

The unspeakable feeling, after reading the translated content, gave her a sense of powerlessness with a fist hitting the cotton.

Could it be... this is really just a reading note on stock market analysis?

Li Qiao rubbed her forehead, leaning back against the sofa with her eyelids half closed, her expression gloomy.

At this moment, Shang Yu turned his head, took the water glass on the table and handed it to her, "Why is this expression?"

Li Qiao took the cup and held it in her hand, sighing, "Except for knowing the name and age of the female stock goddess, she has no specific origin."

She can continue the investigation based on the name information.

I don’t know if Shen Qingye found any useful clues in the sixth inning.

Jing Yilan...

The name sounds very angry, and Li Qiao thought of the picture inadvertently.

It is indeed a model of dignity and elegance.

Shang Yu glanced at the rice paper in the brocade box, twisted a piece with his fingertips and looked at it roughly, "It's not a bad thing, at least I know the name."

Li Qiao propped her forehead, her eyes fell on the rice paper, and he pondered for a few seconds? "Is it possible for Charles to know more details?"

She was not impatient, but felt that there must be more important content in the entire "Autobiography of the Stock God" waiting for her to dig.

Especially when she left Pama and Shang Zonghai handed her the brocade box? Those words were very meaningful.

——If you are ready? You can take this brocade box back.

Li Qiao's eyes are stained with restlessness? What kind of medicine does Shang Zonghai's gourd sell?

After reading this document, she even had the illusion that he was putting a long line to catch a big fish.

Shang Yu saw that Li Qiao’s eyebrows were filled with uncontrollable irritability, and his thin lips were pursed? He leaned over and hooked her shoulders?" Charles said that his understanding of the female stock goddess is limited to her trading in the stock market. He has no way of knowing more details about his abilities."

Finally? The man's palm is on top of her head? "Want to know more? Let's check it ourselves."

Li Qiao leaned against Shang Yu's shoulder? It took a long time to stretch her eyebrows? She sighed, "It seems that this can only be done."

She wondered? Would you like to call Shen Qingye.

These events from more than 20 years ago, probably only the archives of the six innings still have traces.

Li Qiao's mind was completely attracted by the story of the female stock **** Jing Yilan, so she ignored Shang Yu's gradually dark and gloomy eyes.

She raised her eyelids lazily until her chin was lifted, and the handsome silhouette of the man was close at hand in her vision.

"Yan..."

The words are still on the lips? The next second, they will all be blocked back.

A darker night? The quiet and quiet mansion? What would happen? It seemed reasonable.

Li Qiao struggled a little, and found that she had been crushed on the sofa long ago.

She was sipping her breath, her eyes wet? She put her hands on Shang Yu's shoulders, and said unsteadily, "I should go back."

It's an excuse and an escape.

Shang Yu's vise clamped her jaw and kissed her on the face. His hoarse voice and hot breath spilled in her ears, "I will send you back tomorrow morning."

Li Qiao curled his fingers, and the picture in the memory surged like a tide.

She even remembers the scene when she was forced to tears that night.

Too shame.

"I'm tomorrow..." Li Qiao looked at Shang Yu without blinking, perhaps because the color in his eyes was too strong, and his brain instantly short-circuited.

What is she doing tomorrow?

Later, when the man picked her up from the sofa and walked to the master bedroom on the third floor, he heard such a coaxing sentence in his ear, "Hey, try again, tonight... don't let you cry."

You can believe this?

……

The next day, the morning light broke.

Li Qiao woke up in the master bedroom and looked at the ceiling for a moment.

The colors in the room are the same as his people, rich in colors and wild and arrogant.

She didn't remember the details of last night, anyway, she was tossed to the middle of the night again.

And--

Li Qiao touched her eyelids. It was fine. Her eyes were swollen from crying.

It was more violent and wilder than that at the old house, as if trying to swallow her alive.

Usually, he would be very angry when he saw that he had suffered a little injury.

What about now? He is the one who bullied her the most!

Li Qiao sighed, turned her head to look at her side, and slammed into the man’s dark black eyes. She was startled, and tugged at the corners of her mouth dryly, "Morning."

At this time, Shang Yu, with one hand propped on the back of his head, covered with a thin quilt around his waist, a satisfied man, with broken hair slumped messily at the corners of his eyebrows and eyes, without the usual indifference and coldness, but added a bit Lazy tenderness.

His palm rubbed Li Qiao’s delicate shoulders, then he leaned over and kissed the corner of her eye, "Why don't you sleep more?"

Li Qiao pouted her lips, her voice was dumb, "I want to go to the laboratory."

Why is her voice like this?

Li Qiao's small chill eyes floated to Shang Yu's body, and she secretly decided to keep her distance from him at night.

……

Half an hour later, Li Qiao sat in the dining room to eat with soft legs and feet.

She took the toast and ate it in small mouthfuls, occasionally flying a knife to Shang Yu, and then continued to eat nonchalantly.

Although it doesn't hurt so much anymore, but... her back is sore and her legs are soft!

The man didn't understand temperance after he started using meat.

She almost stopped breathing when she saw the trash can in the master bedroom in the morning.

Many.