Outright Favoritism Chapter 887: : Still water flows deep

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It wasn't until the two came to the bathroom that Li Qiao saw that Shang Yu followed in, and then she realized something was wrong.

She coughed lightly, and puffed out the door, "I wash it myself."

The implication, you go out.

Shang Yu's eyes were dark and deep, and he stretched out his hand to lift the straps of the nightgown hanging from his waist and abdomen, showing a cold sensuality in his movements, "Together."

Is it still washable?

Li Qiao took a step back, saying that he refused, but in the next second he was all caught and blocked by the man's lips.

Intimacy is probably the best medicine to calm emotions.

……

The next day, it snowed.

Li Qiao opened her eyes in a daze, and raised the curtains to see the silver-clad world outside.

She held the quilt and recalled last night, rolling her throat, the corners of her eyebrows and eyes could not be hidden.

Li Qiao didn't know how she fell asleep.

From the bathroom to the bed, he moves slowly and gently, and the time is extraordinarily long.

Later, the moment before she fell asleep, she seemed to hear him say something in her ear.

Li Qiao looked out the window of Piaoxue, and remembered three seconds later.

At that time, Shang Yu said: "I won't give birth anymore."

After a while, Li Qiao got up and went downstairs. The man had already gone to the company. She had nothing to do, so she sat at the window holding a pregnancy book to pass the time.

……

The scandal of Shang Yu's cruelty to siblings was suddenly exposed at 3 o'clock in the afternoon.

Not in Nanyang, but the British Empire.

As the bishop of the entire House of Lords, the archbishop is not qualified to serve as a priestly bishop if he is so vicious to cruel his brothers and feet.

When Li Qiao got the news, it was 11 o'clock in the middle of the night in Nanyang.

Shang Yu hasn't gone home yet, he just called her and told her to go to bed earlier instead of waiting for him.

At the same time, Childman Manor.

Ming Dailan sat in the studio, her face tense looking at the phone, "Who did it?"

Yin Mo lowered his head and replied stubbornly, "It's still not sure if it is the eldest son or... sir."

Ming Dailan's fingers tightened, "Global News..."

Yin Mo nodded, "Global News Agency is an industry owned by the second crown prince. Today's sudden announcement of such news may be to divert attention from... the cause of death of the former duchess."

Ming Dailan leaned back in the chair abruptly, with a deep tone, "Where is Xiao Yehui?"

"The eldest son went to the parliament building yesterday and has not returned yet."

Ming Dailan closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then opened her eyes again, her expression has returned to her previous gentle and indifferent expression, "Go out first."

Yin Mo nodded and left. After the door was closed, Ming Dailan took out his mobile phone and made a call.

On the other side, Xiao Hongdao, who is in the tea room, is making tea comfortably, raising his eyes, "What is she doing?"

Yin Zhihong half-bended over and answered truthfully, "Madam is still painting, and I haven't been out all afternoon."

Xiao Hongdao bowed his head and blew the heat of the teacup, "Well, it's calm."

"Sir, you and your wife..." Yin Zhihong wanted to inquire, but he stopped talking.

Xiao Hongdao's slightly old eyebrows showed a smile, "Old Yin, how long have you been with me?"

Yin Zhihong's expression tightened, and he quickly lowered his head, "Sir, it's almost forty years."

"It's been so long, but it's the first time I have discovered that your curiosity is so heavy." Xiao Hongdao said, still with a faint smile on his face.

Yin Zhihong knew that he had exceeded the rules, and bowed his head again, "Sir, I..."

"Forget it." Xiao Hongdao waved his hand, "Go and call Xiao Mo over."

Yin Zhihong bent over and exited the tea room, but his forehead was sweating from panic and nervousness.

He regretted it, and hurriedly went to find Yin Mo, took her to the backyard of the manor, and exhorted: "Momo, I will see Mr. Momo later, don't talk too much, understand?"

Yin Mo nodded without a different color, "I see, Dad."

Yin Zhihong has been with Xiao Hongdao for decades, and the long-term tacit understanding has allowed him to figure out Xiao Hongdao's intentions almost instantly.

He called Yin Mo to go over, which was a kind of warning and temptation in disguise.

I'm afraid... Recently, Momo and his wife have gotten too close, which has aroused the suspicion of her husband.

Yin Zhihong warned again and again, for fear that Yin Mo, who doesn't understand the human relationship and sophistication, would run into Xiao Hongdao.

At this time, Yin Mo looked at him very calmly, "What did you say to your husband?"

Yin Zhihong pursed his lips and reprimanded severely, "Don't ask if you shouldn't ask, why don't you have a long memory?"

Yin Mo glanced at him, turned around and returned to the manor without saying a word.

Yin Zhihong dared not say anything, and reminded in a low voice behind her, "Remember what Dad said."

In the tea room, Yin Mo walked in, his face was always dull, "Sir."

This is the expression management that He Chen taught her. If you don't want anyone to explore your heart, then put everything into peace.

She always remembered the four words He Chen emphasized: Still water flows deep.

At this time, Xiao Hongdao didn't say a word, he made tea and continued tea on his own, as if Yin Mo didn't exist.

Time passed by in such a strange atmosphere.

After a full hour, the sky outside the window has turned dark blue, Xiao Hongdao put down the medical book in his hand, and gestured to the chair near the tea table, "Sit down."

Yin Mo's legs were stiff, and he paused for two seconds before walking over and sitting down.

Xiao Hongdao poured a cup of herbal tea and pushed it in front of her, his eyes fell on her face, expressing meaningfully: "Ahui went out yesterday, why didn't you follow?"

Yin Mo raised his head and looked directly at Xiao Hongdao, "The old man didn't call me."

"I didn't call you?" Xiao Hongdao chewed her words, leaned back in the chair, "You are his bodyguard, he needs to greet you personally when he goes out?"

"Mr.'s misunderstanding." Yin Mo lowered his eyes, with a respectful gesture, "It is the eldest son who knows that I have been with his wife recently to relieve his boredom, so he arranged a team to accompany him for daily travel."

Xiao Hongdao rubbed the tea cup, and nodded in satisfaction, "Madam is indeed in a bad mood recently. It is excusable for you to accompany her to relieve her boredom. But... after all these days of boredom, has her condition improved? "

"It looks better."

Xiao Hongdao pursed the corners of his mouth, and said lightly: "If this is the case, then you should also go out to do errands."

Yin Mo's eyebrows brightened, "Sir, please give me an order."

Xiao Hongdao emptied the herbal tea in the teacup without hurriedly, squinted at Yin Mo, and said profoundly: "I heard that your seven children have a good relationship. Then just take advantage of Ahui's absence recently, you go Travel to Nanyang and do something for me."

……

Nanyang, midnight.

Shang Yu did not return, and Li Qiao sat lazily in the laboratory, only cold frost hidden under his eyes.

She had long known that the Childman family would not sit still and was ready to fight.

But they really underestimated their viciousness and tried to attack Shang Yu with the incident eleven years ago.

The crime of slaying a brother is more heinous than his murder and arson.

The identity of the archbishop does not tolerate any taint.

"My boy, don't be cold and silent." Silo raised her phone and stared at the screen, urging her eyebrows, "I don't need to say how serious the consequences of this matter are. The archbishop is the priesthood." Congressman leader, don't talk about cruelty to siblings, he cannot kill dogs according to the rules."