Outright Favoritism Chapter 929: : Shang Zonghai’s suggestion

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Li San glanced at him, then raised his head toward the hatch: "Get off the plane first."

Finally, Yin Mo, wearing a wig and sunglasses, said flatly, "Qi Zai's mouth is swollen."

Everyone cast their sights one after another, and their expressions were stunned.

It doesn't seem to be a quarrel, it may be a ‘bicker’.

……

Apron.

As soon as Li Qiao walked down the spiral staircase, she received a call from Su Moshi, "I really don't need me to pick you up?"

"No." Li Qiao raised his eyes to look at the caravan ahead, and said quietly: "Someone is coming."

Su Moshi let out a sigh of relief, "Okay, then I will come back when you settle down."

Hang up the phone, Wei Ang, who was waiting next to the motorcade, has also walked over, "Young Master, Young Lady. The owner is in the other yard, shall we go by now?"

Shang Yu responded with no waves in his eyes.

Wei Ang was shocked for a while, shivering with the coldness of the man.

The young master is so indifferent.

In a short while, when everyone gets on the car and drives out of the customs, the inspection process is directly omitted.

The people behind the car thought it was Tan Sri's identity that played a role.

But Li Qiao knows well that the unimpeded flow here comes from Shang Zonghai.

In Myanmar, Li Qiao has also been away for three years.

Returning again, there is no change in my mood.

The street style and folk customs look no different from three years ago.

The only people who accompany her are no longer Myanmar's partners.

……

It takes just forty minutes to reach the courtyard from Nay Pyi Airport.

Li Qiao got out of the car and found that the other vehicles in the convoy did not follow up, and even Liuyun and Luoyu were missing.

Wei Ang single-handed the back seat door and explained in a low voice: "Mr. has booked a hotel for everyone. The location of the courtyard should not be known to too many people."

Li Qiao nodded clearly, noncommittal.

The car drove into the gate just now, with a lintel on the top and intricate carvings.

She has seen that kind of pattern, which is the same as the medal of the British emperor's title, which is used to distinguish the rank and title of the award.

This other courtyard belongs to a certain Prince Dun.

The highest level of honor in Myanmar, followed by Tan Sri.

The title of Uncle Wu is Prince Wu Ludun.

At this time, Li Qiao and Shang Yu walked side by side behind Wei Ang. Right in front of the courtyard was a gray wall embedded with arches.

There is also a shadow wall inside the door. The overall architectural style is completely different from that of Burma, even with some ancient charm.

Passing through the screen wall is the second-story main house, with a bamboo forest on the left and a pavilion on the right.

"Is it going well this way?"

A gentle inquiry came from the left. Li Qiao and Shang Yu paused and saw Shang Zonghai walking out of the bamboo forest in a light gray casual Tang suit.

"Dad." Li Qiao and Shang Yu called together, and she replied smoothly.

Shang Zonghai was holding a bunch of weeds in his hand, and his eyes behind the lens fell on the two of them. Within a few seconds, he threw the weeds into the trash can and took the towel from Wei Ang. He wiped his hands and smiled and said: "It looks like it's not going well."

Li Qiao pursed her lips and said nothing, while Shang Yu took her hand and walked straight towards the pavilion, "You are mistaken."

Shang Zonghai slowly wiped the grass clippings from his hands, and looked at Wei Ang calmly, who shook his head like a monk Zhang Er.

Anyway, he doesn't know what the Patriarch wants to ask, he shouldn't be wrong to shake his head.

Shang Zonghai threw the towel into his arms and then raised his foot to the opposite side.

The three of them seated, and the breeze blew into the pavilion, with the rustle of the bamboo forest.

Shang Zonghai picked up the herbal tea on the table, opened the upside-down cup, poured the tea and pushed it in front of Shang Yu, "Burmese special herbal tea, go to the fire to reduce the dryness, and taste it."

The man raised his eyelids and looked directly at Shang Zonghai's smiling cheek, without speaking or serving tea.

Soon, Wei Ang came up with a tray with fruits and tea on it.

Shang Zonghai raised his head in Li Qiao's direction, "Girl, eat some fruit."

Li Qiao lowered his eyes and thanked him. Before reaching out, Shang Yu took the lead to fork a piece of guava and handed it to her mouth.

The old God Shang Zonghai was watching, his sharp eyes revealed a touch of depth.

In just a few minutes, Shang Zonghai drank half a cup of tea, and as a message came from his mobile phone, he clicked on it and looked at it, "Wei Ang, you send Shaoyan to the old Wu's house."

Old Wu...

Li Qiao thought of Uncle Wu for the first time.

Prince Wu Lu, who was in awe of the population, became Lao Wu in the mouth of Shang Zonghai?

Wei Ang took the lead, while Shang Yu wrinkled his eyebrows, "What are you going to do?"

"Fetch something." Shang Zonghai replied, and then raised his eyes, "He has a good opinion of you. Since you are here, just go and meet him. He is also your elder."

Shang Yu took a deep look at Shang Zonghai and touched Li Qiao's head when he got up, "Wait for me to come back."

Li Qiao smiled and nodded, looking at his swift figure, waves looming in her eyes.

At this time, Shang Zonghai cast his gaze sideways, his expression increasingly showing the elder's kindness and tolerance, "Girl, let's talk about it, what's the matter with you and Shaoyan?"

Li Qiao tilted her head, and looked at each other with Shang Zonghai for a moment, then cast her eyes down and sighed, "I can't hide anything from you."

In front of Shang Zonghai, the estrangement between her and Shang Yu is almost invisible.

Shang Zonghai gave a short laugh, took a sip of tea, and smiled intriguingly: "You are too cautious."

Li Qiao pursed her lips, and her previous smile was replaced by a touch of melancholy.

"Or rather..." Shang Zonghai put down his teacup, fiddled with the Buddhist beads one by one, "like walking on thin ice."

The word poked Li Qiao's heart.

She drooped the corners of her eyes and was silent for a while, then asked in a low voice: "Dad...I don't know what to do."

A slightly dull mutter, exposing Li Qiao's powerlessness and helplessness.

Shang Zonghai smiled, and looked at Li Qiao scorchingly.

He had never seen such a tired side of her since he met this girl.

Even past events in Mu's family did not evoke much emotional resonance with her.

Shang Zonghai looked at Li Qiao's red eyes, raised his hand and patted her shoulder, "Girl, come in with Dad."

Li Qiao's voice was blocked, and she got up and lowered her head to follow his footsteps.

The study room of the main house is full of ink.

Quiet and quiet environment and in front of trusted elders, it is easy for people to take off guard.

Shang Zonghai made a sound while grinding, "Is it because of Shaoyan's disease?"

Li Qiao raised her head, bending her lips far-fetched, "You know?"

"You." Shang Zonghai shook his head and laughed, "Except for Shaoyan's disease, I can't think of anything else that can make you helpless. There are no outsiders here, just say whatever you want to say."

Li Qiao can easily see from Shang Zonghai's eyes that he cares and is generous, and can't speak to other things, so she blurts out.

For five minutes, Shang Zonghai listened attentively. He didn't interrupt, his eyes were as gentle as ever.

After Li Qiao finished speaking, there was a trace of struggle in her eyes. She curled up her fingertips and said in a dumb voice: "Dad, you say...what should I do?"