Outright Favoritism Chapter 919: : Are you here to provoke the discord?

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In the lounge, Shang Yu sat sideways, his dark eyes covered with dim light.

He didn't say a word, so he looked at Li Qiao.

The atmosphere became depressed and heavy, and the man slowly closed his eyes, as if he was precipitating emotions.

Li Qiao leaned on the sofa, turned on the phone, and saw many missed calls and messages.

She sighed sadly, staring at Shang Yu's profile, and faintly said, "I was a little sleepy just now, so I fell asleep."

This is not a perfect explanation, after all, her mobile phone has always been there.

He couldn't find her, he must have become anxious again.

Li Qiao felt helpless and faintly tired, both for him and herself.

The typical feature of Shang Yu's too sensitive and insecure is to worry about pessimism.

He will habitually produce negative negative emotions, which is not to blame him.

But again and again, she was inevitably tired.

Whether right or wrong, Li Qiao just doesn't know what else to do to give him a sense of security.

Unless he is cured of his stubborn illness.

However, there is no special medicine for mental illness, and emotion, cognition, and behavior cannot be determined whether it is the manifestation of the illness or the manifestation of his own will.

Li Qiao lowered his eyelids, suppressing his messy emotions, and bumped his arm with a bent arm, "Why don't you speak?"

At this time, Shang Yu leaned back and leaned against the back of the chair, his tight silhouette did not relax at all, "Are you tired?"

"Not tired." The tacit understanding formed for a long time made Li Qiao subconsciously follow his words and say, "It's much better after a good night's sleep."

The man's eyes are dark, dim and dull.

He tilted his head to look at Li Qiao's languid, pale cheeks, some of the reasons are self-evident.

Shang Yu did not speak for a long time, pursing his lips several times and then tightening and loosening them. The words lingered on his lips, but he didn't have the confidence to ask.

Li Qiao, are you tired? Will it be tiring to be with me?

He didn't know that his overly sensitive mind would not only anger other people, even Li Qiao, who he cared most, was not immune.

But...the heart is uncontrollable.

Shang Yu closed his eyes and reached out to touch the corner of Li Qiao's white mouth, "Go home, eh?"

Li Qiao stared at his eyebrows, full of depression that made her palpitations.

My heart was stung, Li Qiao stood up and put herself in his arms, "You take me away."

No matter how tired and helpless, in the face of this kind of business depression, she still compromised in addition to compromise.

The man's strong arms wrapped around Li Qiao, bowed his head and kissed her on the top of her head, hugged her horizontally, and went straight to the backyard parking lot.

……

On the other side, Shen Qingye was still pulling Yin Mo in the office to complain.

Complaints such as why you hung up on my phone, do you not want to meet with me, etc.

He Chen stood in front of the window with his back, with a cigarette in his hand, and his handsome and stern expressions were a bit strangely cold.

Yin Mo's denial voice came slowly in his ears, but none of them made waves in his eyes.

He Chen faintly felt that Shaoyan's illness was more serious.

In just five minutes, he was almost furious without finding Li Qiao, if it was...

He Chen frowned and stopped thinking.

Only hope lies in Li Qiao, I hope she will always be safe and successful.

But there is a word called Murphy's law.

"Knock-knock--"

The knock on the door outside interrupted He Chen's thoughts.

The silly brother He Ao came in and reported in a low voice: "Brother, Ye Ye took Miss Li and left."

He Chen frowned, "Already gone?"

He Ao nodded, didn't dare to speak too much, looked at Shen Qingye vigilantly, and closed the door silently.

Sure enough, every time the person who came to smash the scene was related to Miss Li.

It's **** amazing.

At half past nine in the night, He Chen personally sent Shen Qingye and others back to the mansion.

Getting out of the car, Shen Qingye called the Egret back, glanced at He Chen's back intently, and muttered in a low voice, "Have all the chips changed?"

Egret pursed her lips with difficulty in reply, "No."

Not only didn't exchange it back, but also Mr. Shen's principal was confiscated.

Shen Qingye listened to Bailu's reply, pressed his empty pockets with both hands, gritted his teeth, "I won by my ability, he is embarrassed to confiscate it?"

White Egret nodded back, "Brother Chen said, if you are not satisfied, you can file a complaint with Mr. Shen."

Shen Qingye: "..."

……

Not long after, He Chen found Li Qiao in the underground laboratory.

The rain was waiting outside the door, and when he saw him, he leaned quickly, "Brother Chen."

He Chen hung his coat over his arms, slowed down and glanced at the glass room, "Is Shao Yan away?"

"The boss is in the study, if Brother Chen..."

Wait for the rain to finish, He Chen waved his hand, "You go up."

Luo Yu followed the instructions, and when he walked into the elevator, his eyes showed a little dignity.

The boss and his wife seem to be awkward.

Although there was no quarrel, Luo Yu always felt that something was wrong with them.

Back to the mansion, one of them went to the study, and the other came to the laboratory, as if deliberately avoiding each other.

Luo Yu knows nothing about love, and secretly speculates that this may be the spice and taste of marriage.

In the laboratory, Li Qiao heard He Chen's voice, averted her melancholy expression, and looked up at the door.

He Chen returned to lock the glass door, dragged a swivel chair to sit down, and put his coat aside, "How about Shaoyan?"

At this time, Li Qiao's legs were crossed and she looked down at her toes, "It's okay."

"Didn't you quarrel?" He Chen leaned back in the chair with a golden sword, his narrow eyes examined her expression.

Li Qiao's eyes were light, "As for the noise?"

A chain reaction caused by a small incident is nothing more than a quarrel.

Furthermore, Li Qiao couldn't bear to quarrel with Shang Yu.

He Chen rubbed the short hair on his forehead behind his head, and the arc of laughter formed on his lips. "I hope you two have a fight, at least you don't have to worry about it."

Li Qiao was silent, her face was calm and cool.

"Wronged?" He Chen elbows the corner of the table, raised his eyelids, and continued: "You should be wronged."

Li Qiao raised his eyebrows, "Are you here to provoke the discord?"

He Chen supported his forehead and chuckled softly, "It looks like it's okay to protect it like this."

Li Qiao pouted, "It's just oolong."

"Do you know, if Shaoyan can't find you in the casino tonight, what will he do?"

Li Qiao's eyes flashed, and there was a little melancholy between her eyebrows, "I didn't find it in the end."

He Chen's Adam's apple rolled and he was addicted to cigarettes.

He raised his eyes and saw the sour plum box on the corner of the table. He grabbed a piece of it and ate a piece of it. "Li Qiao, have you ever thought of curing his disease?"

"Think about it." Li Qiao raised her eyes, her tone lowered a few degrees, "but it's not easy."

He Chen stayed silent for a moment with the sour plum slices, and pierced her hesitation sharply, "You are reluctant to give him medicine, and you don't want him to know that you are studying his disease."

Li Qiao glanced at him with his forehead, "Brother Chen is really aware of the details."