Outright Favoritism Chapter 503: : Ancestor, I want to kill you

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At this moment, Li Qiaozhu was at the back, raising her eyes when she heard the voice.

Perhaps because of the marriage, Zong Yue has more of the tenderness and delicacy of a little woman.

Even the eyebrows are no longer as dull and lonely as they used to be.

Soon, the group got into the car separately.

About forty minutes later, two cars stopped at the Royal Hotel near Chang'an Avenue.

In the box, Zong Zhan in camouflage has been waiting for a long time.

When he saw the Li family come in, he got up to greet him, "Lord Li, welcome."

Li Guangming stepped forward to shake hands with him, "Mr. Zong, I have been waiting for a long time."

"Soon, I just arrived." Zong Zhan gestured an invitation to the empty seat next to him, and then ordered the waiter to serve.

During the meal, Zong Zhan and Li Guangming talked politely most of the time.

Except for a brief discussion about the location of the natal wedding banquet, it was basically just a scene.

In this seemingly harmonious box, everyone actually has different thoughts, but no one clicks it.

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The Li family sat in a full house, but the Zong family only came to Zong Zhan.

Negligence is inevitable.

During the dinner, Li Qiao left the box with her mobile phone, and Li San soon followed.

In the fire exit, Li San lighted a cigarette, and his deep voice surrounded the empty stairwell, "Zong family is this on purpose?"

Li Qiao leaned on the stair railing, bent her right leg and stepped on the steps, lazily replying: "It's obvious."

Li San snorted, his thin lips spit out a cloud of white mist, and squinted his eyes, "It's also a famous person anyway, I really can't flatter this heart."

Li Qiao looked down at her toes, curled her lips and said: "Isn't I going to visit the Zong Family tomorrow? You will know by going to see."

It is impossible to regret marriage.

But the attitude of the Zong family is really strange.

"What are your plans for tonight?" Li San bit his cigarette at the corner of his mouth and looked down at the phone.

Li Qiao raised her eyebrows, "Is something? I'm going out to meet someone."

Li San raised his head from the screen and raised his mouth wickedly, "Do you have friends in the Imperial Capital?"

Li Qiao didn't speak, but just looked at him lightly.

"Okay, then pay attention to your own safety." Li San replied to the message on the phone while biting his cigarette, and exhorted: "Just now Zong Zhan said that he arranged for us to live in the Dijing Courtyard. I won't be back tonight. , Ask for the address yourself."

……

At the end of the wind reception, it was almost nine o'clock in the evening.

In front of the Dijing Hotel, Zong Zhan escorted Li's family into the car.

Before leaving, he glanced at Li Qiao, and whispered to her: "Don't be surprised, brother and sister, the old man at home is angry, this time...the hospitality is not good."

Li Qiao stood by the car door looking back at him, pulling her lips, "No, I can understand."

Zong Zhan nodded and motioned to the car door, "Get in the car, I will be waiting for you at Zong's house tomorrow."

"Well, see you later."

Zong Zhan watched two red-flag cars drive into Chang'an Avenue, sighed, and when he turned to the parking lot, he called Shang Yu, and before the other party could speak, he smiled and sighed, "Don't tell me. My younger siblings are really sensible."

"..."

"Don't worry, she is new here and she is unfamiliar with her place. I will definitely take care of her. Although our old man is stunned with Zong Yue, he has no malice towards the Li family."

On the other side, Zong Zhan said that Li Qiao, who was unfamiliar with her place of birth, asked the driver to pull over and park the car when she drove out of Chang'an Avenue.

Li Qiao got off at the side of the road, and Li San followed closely behind.

The second brother, Li Yan, looked at them, waved his hand unconscionably, and then told the driver, "Let's go."

Then, at the next intersection, Li Er also got out of the car.

The driver was dumbfounded.

What's the matter with these three brothers and sisters?

You are leaving, why don't you say anything when you get in the car?

He had to stop him halfway, what should he do now?

Should I follow the car in front to the Imperial Palace, or go back to the house to report the situation?

The driver thought for a while, still stepped on the accelerator to keep up with the car ahead, and dutifully called Zong Zhan.

So, Zong Zhan, who had just finished talking to Shang Yu five minutes ago, fell into deep thought when he heard the driver's report.

……

The night is bustling with red lights.

At nine ten ten in the night, a cool and harsh sports car engine sounded on Chang'an Street.

Seven or eight Ferraris passed by, even if the cars were far away, the roar still echoed in my ears.

It is not uncommon for emerald cars to come and go.

But seven or eight cars came out at once, all of which were Ferraris of different models and colors, which is more eye-catching.

Five minutes later, the Ferrari team stopped on a side road.

The scissor door of the leading car opened, a pair of Martin boots stepped out of the car door first, and then looked up, there were gray hip-hop pants and a white T-shirt, with a few decorative chains hanging on the chest, a hip-hop and avant-garde dress .

The opponent's height is more than 185, and when he walked out of the car, he immediately attracted the attention of many passersby.

Young, handsome, and rich, these labels hit him, that is eye-catching capital.

However, he ignored the stunning gaze around him, closed the car door, and let out a cry, "My ancestor, I miss you."

After howling, he was like a hip-hop butterfly, leaping towards the figure sitting by the flower bed.

His ancestor is Li Qiao.

And he, the only son of the general agent of Ferrari Asia Pacific, the prince of the legalist family, An Yao.

How amazing An Yao was when he got out of the car, then how horrified his figure was running at the moment.

Li Qiao sat by the flowerbed, watching him rushing at a speed of 100 meters, wiped her face with difficulty, and stretched her tone of voice: "Stop..."

An Yao took a big step and stood in front of Li Qiao, the necklace on his chest was thrown behind his neck by him.

"Ancestor, haven't seen me for so long, give me a hug?" After the words fell, he opened his arms like an ape.

Li Qiao was accustomed to his movements a long time ago. When she got up from the flower bed, she glanced at the side road and said, "Don't hug."

"Hold it!" An Yao moved small steps and leaned in front of her, just like a giant dog acting like a baby.

Li Qiao didn't speak, so he gave him a light look, An Yao curled his lips and lowered his arm very consciously.

He stretched out his hand to move the necklace from his back to his chest, turned and shook his legs, and whistled, "Eight cars, the latest models, I have them all for you, you can pick whatever you like." /

Li Qiao glanced at the third car and raised her chin, "That F8."

An Yao turned his head, leaned over and asked with a grin: "Is one enough? Don't look at the others? No money, I will give you free."

"No." Li Qiao glanced at him, took out his mobile phone from her pocket, opened the online bank, and directly transferred him the car payment.

An Yao received the account reminder, that smiling face instantly collapsed, "Do you have to be so polite with me? Anyway, I was once a'reserve' for the Seven Borders, right?"