Outright Favoritism Chapter 540: : Between you and him, I choose him
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She was suddenly unable to determine whether this text message came from his hand.
Because it is really too low-level.
Li Qiao rolled her throat, not wanting to continue this kind of senseless conversation.
After all, none of them can convince anyone.
She put her legs down, picked up the phone from the table, turned and paced towards the door.
Behind him, Xiao Yehui asked in a low voice, "Little Qi, have you made a decision?
Li Qiao turned her back to him, and slowed down for a few seconds, "You are right, now we do have a different position."
She answered his question and also expressed her choice.
Xiao Yehui's body shook, looking sideways at her back, Wen's calm cheeks finally showed a self-deprecating smile, "Do you know the consequences of choosing him?"
He said this question in an indescribable tone.
Li Qiao stepped forward again as usual. The moment she held the doorknob, she said quietly: "I believe you were forced to suffer.
I also believe every word you said to me today. But sorry, Duke Childman, between you and him, I choose him. "
Since Shang Yu was her choice at the beginning, he is her only choice in the future.
Even if she were to be an enemy of the entire Zellman family, she couldn't back down halfway.
Because of him, he hurt Shen Qingye and Xia Siyu. Regardless of the means and the original intention, the injury is the injury.
In a flash, the door opened and closed.
Xiao Yehui was the only one left in the huge study room, looking at the window and forming a pair of shadows.
He suddenly shook his head and laughed, and for the first time he had a subtle jealousy and hatred for Shang Shaoyan.
Who is not good to choose? Why is Li Qiao who is one of the seven sons?
The people he had used his life to protect, after all, became enemies.
……
Outside the corridor, Feng Yi and Shang Yu are still smoking.
The longer Xiao Yehui went in, the faster Shang Yu smoked.
Feng Yi chats with him from time to time, but most of the men are perfunctory.
He can utter rhetoric to Xiao Yehui, but his sensitive heart and extremely lack of security make him afraid of Li Qiao's choice.
There is a fateful friendship between her and Xiao Yehui.
Besides love, what else is there between her and him?
If she chooses Xiao Yehui, he will give her his life, can he call her back?
These uneasiness that grew from the bottom of my heart rushed across Shang Yu's body.
He even began to regret letting them meet alone with this conceited and generous mind.
Too many negative emotions enveloped Shang Yu, so that when the door was opened, he was still trapped in his own imaginings.
Feng Yi was the first to see Li Qiao. He looked at her, and he could not find any traces of the pain, disappointment, sorrow and other emotions expected on her face.
He seemed to heaved a sigh of relief and reminded the man beside him, "It's coming out."
Shang Yu's drooping eyelids suddenly opened, and he raised his eyes to meet Li Qiao's black and white deer eyes.
Xu has smoked too much, and his low-pitched voice became more hoarse, "Done talking?"
Li Qiao raised her eyebrows and walked to him naturally, and put her left hand into his palm, "Well, let's go."
Shang Yu clenched her cold fingers and held them firmly. He tilted his head and glanced at Feng Yi. The latter immediately understood, "I'll let someone prepare dinner downstairs. Go to the side hall to have a bite."
The aristocratic dinner tonight started half an hour ago.
They will obviously break the etiquette in the past.
……
In the private banquet hall downstairs, in front of a square table, Feng Yi watched with twitching eyebrows as Shang Yu was cutting steak for Li Qiao, and then he brought a fork to her mouth.
One feeds and the other eats. The division of labor is very clear.
It's not that he hasn't eaten with them, but as for the hands-on work?
Feng Yi glanced at Li Qiao’s injured right hand and looked at the food on Shang Yu’s plate that he hadn’t touched since the start of the meal. He cleared his throat, "Shao Yan, I will arrange a servant..."
"No need."
Feng Yi: "..."
He held a knife and fork in both hands, shook his head and started to cut the steak on his own, "Brother sister, talk about it, how come you the British emperor this time?"
He had been with Shaoyan just now, and had no chance to go to the Darm Hall downstairs to inquire about the situation.
How did Li Qiao return to the British Emperor, and how did he come to Earl William's House quietly?
It can't be flying away.
At this moment, Li Qiao took the fork from Shang Yu's hand. Just as she was about to speak, her mobile phone rang.
When she connected, she called out in Burmese, "Uncle Wu."
Feng Yi didn't understand, but Shang Yu looked at her with the tail of his eyes, his deep eyes flicking across.
Li Qiao said a few words, and then got up and walked out. During this time, she kept talking.
Feng Yi, driven by curiosity, also put down his knife and fork, patted Shang Yu on the shoulder, and made a mouthful toward the door, "Go, go and take a look."
At the entrance of the hall, Li Qiao passed through the glazed door, and after a few glances, she saw the diagonally opposite figure.
She carried the skirt and walked over, and Feng Yi finally saw each other clearly, "Is that...Prince Wu Lu of Myanmar?"
The Burmese politicians who recently visited the UK have heard that they were also invited to attend this aristocratic dinner tonight.
The point is that the identity of that person in Burma is like that of the Childman family in the British Empire, absolutely superior.
Prince Wu Lu is over fifty years old, although he is not as tall as a Westerner, but he has been immersed in a high position all the year round, and he has an inviolable aura.
No anger or prestige, at a glance, he is a superior person who is accustomed to control.
Myanmar and Britain have always maintained very good diplomatic relations, which can be seen from the visa-free policy.
At this time, behind Prince Wu Lu stood a number of knights unique to the British imperial family, responsible for protecting his travel safety.
Feng Yi watched Li Qiao walk by with his own eyes, and saw Prince Wu Lu’s originally kind look, instantly sullen expression when he glanced at her injured right hand, and he felt a sense of trance after drinking fake wine.
Why did she know Prince Wu Lu?
Who is she? Are you sure it is human?
Feng Yi turned his head mechanically, looking at the man's clearly profiled face, "Prince Wu Lu is scolding your woman, right?"
"Hmm." Compared to his trance, Shang Yu appeared calmer and more calm.
Feng Yi blinked, walked forward a few steps, confirmed again and again, and finally believed his eyes.
The serious politician was indeed reprimanding Li Qiao in a low voice. Although he didn't understand what he was talking about, Feng Yi had already made up the outline of the dialogue from their body movements and demeanor.
For example: "Why are you running around? Don't you know what occasion this is?"
Another example: "You are such a big person, do you understand the rules?"
Of course, the plot that Feng Yi combined with the scenes he saw was completely his complacency.
The real dialogue between Prince Wu Lu and Li Qiao was like this, "You kid, I haven't noticed you in a few minutes. Why did you get injured again? Is it serious? What did the doctor say?"