Outright Favoritism Chapter 393: : Li Qiao, my woman
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With the cold, low voice, He Chen hadn't seen the person clearly yet. He felt that his shoulders sank and he was thrown aside.
The arms were empty, and because of inertia, he backed back again and again, his leg socket hit the armrest of the sofa behind him, and he fell into the sofa unexpectedly.
In this world, only Shang Shaoyan is the only one who can get rid of his offensive.
He Chen half propped himself up, rubbing his face awkwardly, "Shang Shaoyan, why the **** are you back again?"
He cursed and looked intently, his handsome face changing rapidly.
A few steps away, Shang Shaoyan hugged Li Qiao with his arms covered in gloom, palms pressed against the back of her head against her chest, her eyes were harsh and indifferent that He Chen had never seen before.
Seeing this, He Chen stood up from the sofa, even if his hair was a little messy and messy, he still didn't hurt his beauty and frivolousness.
He lit a cigarette again, and the hand holding the cigarette was placed between Shang Yu and Li Qiao, and he laughed angrily, "Are you... wanting to grab a woman from Laozi?"
Li Qiao who was pressed her head in the arms of the man: "..."
I am indeed a mentally retarded person!
Shang Yu's sharp throat rolls up and down, He Chen's deep sea-like eyes are locked tightly, his thin lips are slightly hooked, his voice is low and dangerous, "You woman? You want to say it straight."
At this moment, Li Qiao was close to the man's chest, and he could hear his strong heartbeat and the vibration of his chest, as well as... his constantly tightening arms, and his muscles were tight.
He was angry, but restrained.
He Chen coldly watched him put his arms around the girl in a protective gesture, frowned his thick eyebrows, and took a mouthful of cigarettes, "Wait, I'll stroke it."
After that, he turned his back, akimbo, smoking a cigarette, shaking his legs occasionally and looking up at the ceiling, as if he was really thinking.
He Ao, who was supported by the bodyguard, had no sense of the pain in his body. He just felt his brain buzzing now.
He was beaten. Not only was the culprit not punished, he was also held in his arms by Brother Shaoyan.
That was the young master of the Shang family, Shaoyan, who he had worshipped for more than 20 years. How could he be defiled by that arrogant girl?
In less than a minute, maybe even shorter, He Chen turned around abruptly, and at a glance, he found that Shang Yu's palm was touching the top of the girl's head, and occasionally bowed his head and kissed her on the forehead.
He Chen watched his temples jump, and licked his cheeks, "Shang Shaoyan, you came back sincerely to do my good deeds? Who is she from you?"
Shang Yu glanced at He Chen, then pressed down his handsome face, raised Li Qiao's chin and pressed a deep kiss against the corner of her lips.
Afterwards, the man narrowed his eyes dangerously and warned: "Understand? Li Qiao, my woman."
This is probably the first time Shang Yu used the three words ‘my woman’ to swear sovereignty so domineeringly.
Li Qiao looked down slightly, her heart throbbing strangely.
He Chen: "..."
At this moment, the man supported Li Qiao’s shoulders and rubbed her face with one hand. His tone of voice instantly became much gentler, "Are there any injuries?"
He Chen's skill is clearer than anyone else. In a real fight, Li Qiao is not his opponent.
Li Qiao originally wanted to say no, but Yu Guang glanced at He Chen and remembered his previously irregular paws, blinked, and leaned into the man's arms, "Well, my back hurts."
This sentence is a bit exaggerated, but it is also true.
He Chen suddenly tightened her waist just now, and the palm of her hand continued to exert force. A tall man, his hand strength is not a joke.
Of course, there are more elements of revenge.
Shang Yu understands Li Qiao, and she never expresses it even if she is injured.
If it hadn't been wronged in front of He Chen, I wouldn't have drilled into his arms so carefully.
The man's face suddenly clouded over him, he lightly circled Li Qiao, and faintly turned towards He Chen, "Did you hurt her?"
He Chen almost didn't choke in his trachea with a puff of cigarette, "If I hurt her, she can still stand now? If you don't come, I won't have time to hurt her."
Flowing clouds and rain watching the moon at the door: "..."
Brother Chen, are you tired of living?
At this time, Shang Yu put Li Qiao's shoulders with his arms bent, and pulled her behind him, looking at He Chen with a gloomy look, "You can use it if you don't want it."
He took a step forward as he said, and the moment his long legs crossed out, He Chen lifted his fingers to hold the cigarette, and lighted the cigarette ash without hesitation. "Shang Shaoyan, how many years have we been together? Do you dare to scrap Lao Tzu's hand for a woman, my **** will spare no effort to dismantle you in the future."
Li Qiao: "..."
Shang Yu squinted his eyes and ran into He Chen's frivolous sight, his thin lips slowly aroused, "It's up to you?"
"Can't rely on me? Nanyang, you go out to inquire, Lao Tzu is out of fame, even your woman is here especially, it is difficult to separate you?"
He Chen's unrelenting temperament is really not the same as him.
Li Qiao twitched the corner of her mouth, took Shang Yu's arms, and glanced at He Chen coldly, "You want to point your face."
He Chen raised his eyebrows, his expression was always slanderous, "Men speak women, don't interrupt."
"He Chen!" Shang Yu's low, cold voice called him with frost.
When he saw this, He Chen bit his cigarette butt, smoothed his messy hair, and glanced at Shang Yu disgustedly, "Okay, you know, you have a woman, you are awesome."
Everyone: "..."
Li Qiao understands that He Chen is not afraid of Shang Yu, or... all his performance is the randomness that real brothers will have.
Even Qiu Huan and Ou Bai, or Pama’s Huo Mang and He Qing, cannot do as they please in front of Shang Yu.
He Chen, it is indeed different.
……
After a few minutes, the lounge was completely silent.
Li Qiao and Shang Yu were sitting on the couch side by side, while He Chen sat on the opposite side with his legs crossed. He Ao, bodyguards, and Liu Yun had also gone outside to guard.
He Chen seems to be addicted to cigarettes, smoking one by one non-stop.
The small lounge is filled with smoke.
At this time, Shang Yu hooked Li Qiao's waist with one hand, letting her lean against his arms, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of the magazine on the ground, and his staring gaze fell on He Chen's face.
Damn things.
"Are you scolding me again in your heart?" He Chen blew away the hazy smoke in front of him, glanced at Shang Yu's cool eyes, and snorted.
He was not convinced.
Finally, I met a girl with good looks and skill. Why did she become Shang Shaoyan's woman?
Having known him for twenty years, He Chen has never seen him possess such a strong desire for a woman.
He Chen took the cigarette case and threw it to Shang Yu, still whispering: "Look at Lao Tzu again, and I will tell her all the dark history of your childhood."
The man lifted his hand gracefully, caught the cigarette case in the air, and threw it on the table casually, leaning on the back of the chair and lazily raising his eyelids, "Where's the Egret back?"
He Chen spit out a smoke ring, pretending to be confused, "I don't know what egret is back."
"Do you want me to close your casino?" Shang Yu's somber voice didn't have any ups and downs, but it just made people hear his displeasure.