Outright Favoritism Chapter 1063: : Affection is his background color

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On the other end of the phone, Yin Mo seemed to be thinking. With her unreasonable trust in Li Qiao, she was obviously moved.

Li Qiao listened carefully to the frequency of her breathing. After a while, she softly explained: "Second sister, you don’t need to accommodate him. You can do whatever you want. The feelings are about your love and my wishes, and nothing else. Same."

Li Qiao always believes that once He Chen is emotional, he will love Yin Mo more than anyone else.

The brother that Shaoyan values ​​most, volatility is only the appearance, and affection is his background color.

Then, the upright Yin Mo sent out a soul torture, "Don't you need it? But I feel... You are very accommodating to Yan Ye."

For him, he chose to fight against Childman unconditionally, and for him to give up the original medical research to abandon medicine and go into business...

There are many, many more.

Li Qiao wiped her face, and said, "He is mine, of course I have to accommodate, and He Chen is not."

Yin Mo murmured softly, "Pretty, you seem to be inconsistent..."

She is with He Chen, so he is also hers.

Li Qiao on the receiver side raised her head and took a deep breath, "Hang up."

In the lounge, Shang Yu lowered his eyes to look at Li Qiao in his arms, his thin lips created a pleasant curve, "Say it again."

Li Qiao glanced at the phone and subconsciously said: "Hang up."

The man's throat overflowed with a thin smile, and he pressed down his handsome face and said in a seductive manner: "Who am I?"

"Mine." Li Qiao replied confidently, raising her eyes just to see the corners of the man's eyes filled with light blue, and she felt a little distressed.

The young cub was just born, crying every night and needing to be fed.

Shang Yu kept guarding them these days, and he was taking care of the cubs making a noise in the middle of the night.

Li Qiao touched the corner of his eye, and softly suggested, "Go home in a few days."

"Homesick?" The man put the papers on his knees on the table and patted her on the shoulder, "Wait a second, your body is important, eh?"

Li Qiao leaned her head on his shoulders and sighed softly, "I am in good health, and the same is true when I go home to raise them."

Shang Yu looked down and met her gaze, and three seconds later compromised and said: "Tomorrow I will let someone make arrangements."

"Yeah." Li Qiao replied, and then leaned in his arms, "I want to sleep in the lounge tonight, you accompany me. There is enough milk during the day, and he wakes up at night, the confinement meeting Give him a drink."

The man looked at her small mouth, bowed his head and kissed him, "Okay."

Li Qiao vaguely felt that Shang Yu's voice seemed to be dumb. She raised her eyebrows and looked at him, only to find that the man's eyes stopped on her chest, and his eyes darkened.

"I'm going to change clothes." Li Qiao was also helpless. The chest of the hospital gown was wet and it was caused by milk.

The man gasped heavily, got up and pulled her to the bathroom next door.

Li Qiao knew that he was uncomfortable. After all, it took a long time. After thinking about it, Li Qiao silently stretched out his right hand, "Give..."

Shang Yu's gaze stagnated, then his gaze shifted, and he looked at her narrowly, "What do you think I'm going to do?"

Li Qiao raised his eyebrows, "Then you drag me to the bathroom?"

The man slowed down, his lips grew with a smile, "Naturally... I will wipe it for you."

"Oh." Li Qiao scratched the tip of her nose, with a calm expression, "Let's go then."

Shang Yu's words were simple, but when he entered the bathroom, the man put Li Qiao's back in his arms and pressed her against the door panel.

With Li Qiao's current physical condition, it is impossible to have **** with each other. At least, she will have to wait another three months.

But this does not prevent Shang Yu from holding her and kissing her deeply.

The beloved woman is close at hand, but can't touch it because of objective facts. This tormented man doesn't want to try a second time.

……

Pama, the next afternoon.

Yin Mo was sitting on the balcony holding his laptop and typing on the keyboard earnestly, with earphones hanging on his ears.

There was a cup of fragrant black coffee on the short table next to her. She picked it up and took a sip, and heard the bell ringing downstairs.

Yin Mo closed the computer, got up and walked around and said, "Achang, can you help me pick them up, you are willing to follow me, and give me a copy of the list."

A Chang happily agreed, "Second Miss, there are also some of Xiao's subordinates, who have been scattered all over the border for these years, and they should have not left. If you don't mind, I will call to ask."

Yin Mo paused, his eyes cool, "No, I only need to belong to my second team members, and the rest... forget it."

The Seven Frontiers all belong to their own independent teams. There are not many people, but they have their own abilities. For example, Achang and Ajie are the backbone of the Li Qiao Seventh Team.

In these years, Yin Mo has taken orders from Xiao Yehui and has never dared to act without authorization.

Even the second team members who once belonged to her don't know how many are left.

Although Xiao Yehui's sin is inexcusable, now, life and death are separated, she doesn't blame him, but she doesn't want to accept people and things related to him anymore.

Just like before his death, Yin Mo said: I won't forgive you, but I won't blame you anymore.

Not long after, Yin Mo took off his headphones and came to the hallway downstairs unhurriedly.

Outside the door, Wei Ang was holding a cardboard box in his hand, and said with a smile: "Miss Yin, this is what the young lady gave you."

Yin Mo received his hand, and at the same time turned sideways to give way, "Thank you, please come in."

Wei Ang waved his hand and said no, and thought he hadn't lived enough. If Brother Chen knew that he and Miss Yin were alone in the same room, he wouldn't be stripped of his skin.

Yin Mo held the medicine box with one hand and watched Wei Angyuan's figure away. He pulled the corner of his mouth and didn't keep it.

It's been a morning, and He Chen didn't come and didn't call her.

Yin Mo returned to the living room, opened the cardboard box and saw a dazzling array of trauma ointments, which were very complete. Then there were two small black boxes in the corner of the cardboard box that attracted her attention.

The texture of the black matte paper box is very good, the size of the palm, but I can't see what it is.

Yin Mo took it and shook it, thinking it was a newly developed ointment, and without much thought, opened the lid and poured out the contents.

At the same time, the sound of wheels rubbing against the ground also continued from the hallway.

So when He Chen walked into the living room with his suitcase, he saw Yin Mo hurriedly...hiding things.

To be precise, while picking it up, hiding behind the pillow.

He Chen leaned on the trolley box, squinted his eyes and shook his legs, "Captain Yin, what are you doing with my back?"

Yin Mo's eyes were messy, and his cheeks were strangely red.

She stuffed her hand behind the pillow indiscriminately, looked at He Chen and smiled, "Why are you here?"

While speaking, a light pink heart-shaped post-it note floated from Yin Mo's leg to the ground. She leaned over to pick it up, but He Chen released the trolley case and walked over.

Yin Mo saw that the post-it note fell in He Chen's hand, and asked with her eyebrows: "What did you write?"

He Chen glanced at the post-it note quickly, his lips curled up with a wicked smile, "I like particles with particles?"

"What particle?"