Outright Favoritism Chapter 1315: : Godmother, can you send me away?

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The next day, the weekend.

He Yanmo went to the Renhe laboratory less than eight o'clock. During the period, he did not forget to call Shang Yin and asked him to wait for her at home under the pretext of having something to do.

As for the sea view apartment's split-level gymnasium, Qing Lei also reported: "Patriarch, Miss He went to the Renhe laboratory."

Shang Yinguang's upper body, wheat-colored skin is covered with thin sweat.

He released the stretcher, took the towel and wiped his cheeks, "Prepare the car."

Qing Lei raised his eyes and reminded: "At eight o'clock, you and Pamaho's family have a maritime trade seminar, which was scheduled a week ago."

Shang Yin stood up, his bright muscle lines showed his strength, "There is no conference system on the car?"

"Yes, but the signal is not as good as the conference room." Qing Lei's stubborn attitude is quite like a virtuous minister. "Patriarch, important members of the two families will attend the seminar, and it will be in video format. If you are in Meeting in the car, it seems...not suitable."

Shang Yin's arms wiping off his sweat slowly hung to his side. He faced the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked out at the sea. After an unknown period of time, he sighed and asked, "When does the meeting end?"

Qing Lei breathed a sigh of relief, "It won't be more than four hours."

"Well, let's arrange it."

Shang Yin was not headstrong, nor did he become angry as a beauty.

Because Qing Lei was right, the meeting in the car was indeed inappropriate, and he would appear to be negligent to the Huo family.

The four assistants of this generation are currently only Qing Lei and Hei Yi, and the other two seats are temporarily vacant.

They are different from Liuyun Luoyu and others. Although they look forward to Shangyin's horse, they will not let it go.

These two words are more important than reverence.

On the other side, after Qing Lei made arrangements, as soon as he walked near the gym, Hei Yi appeared from nowhere.

He is twenty-two years old, looks upright, and tall, "Patriarch will go to the dark hall to participate in the assessment in the afternoon, do you know about this?"

Qing Lei nodded, "I know, what's wrong?"

Hei Yi has no expression on his face, "The Patriarch has postponed the assessment."

"What?"

"It is said that I am going to the Renhe laboratory to pick up Miss He."

Qing Lei closed his eyes abruptly and sighed, "If I say something about a rosy face, you won't give a small report to the head of the house, right?"

"No." Hei Yi looked behind him quietly. Qing Lei breathed a sigh of relief. He opened his mouth and wanted to spit out a few more words. Hei Yi added in a low voice, "Patriarch heard it by himself."

Qing Lei's mind was blank for a moment: "..."

……

On the other side, Renhe Laboratory.

He Yanmo was sitting in the reception room with a small gift box on the table. She looked at the door from time to time with a sad expression.

The little girl probably didn't sleep well last night, and there are faint dark circles around her eyes.

Today is the weekend and there are not many people in the laboratory. He Yanmo waited for about half an hour, and finally there was a movement from the door of the reception room.

"Godmother."

He Yanmo saw Li Qiao who was wearing a white coat and quickly stood up and called her with a smile.

Li Qiao's complexion is gentle, and the expression between her eyebrows and eyes is the same as before.

She took a seat and said quietly, "Have you waited for a long time?"

"Not long ago, I just arrived." He Yanmo carried the gift box and handed it to her, "Godmother, your favorite guava was just delivered from Myanmar yesterday."

Li Qiao motioned her to put her on the table, leaned back on the back of the chair, "Come to me so early, just to give a gift?"

He Yanmo touched his nose in a hesitant manner, "That... definitely not, I miss you, so come and have a look."

"This time..." Li Qiao curled her lips clearly, "What's the trouble?"

He Yanmo shook his head steadily, "No trouble, the world is peaceful."

Don’t blame Li Qiao for asking this question. He Yanmo used to be naughty occasionally.

At this time, Li Qiao looked directly at the girl opposite, no longer innocent and gloomy in her eyes.

She watched quietly for a while, and then asked in an inviting way: "Momo, do you want to talk to me?"

"Yes!" He Yanmo nodded solemnly, his gorgeous eyes gradually turning dark red, "Godmother..."

The little girl choked up before she finished speaking.

Li Qiao got up, walked to the drinking fountain and poured two glasses of water, put it in front of He Yanmo, and leaned against the edge of the table, "It has something to do with Ah Yin?"

He Yanmo held the cup in both hands, looking up at the woman with warm eyebrows on her side, "Godmother, can you send me away?"

"Why are you leaving?" Li Qiao's face was not different, and he looked at He Yanmo's full and determined eyes, "Momo, I want to listen to the truth."

He Yanmo stayed away, staring at the opposite wall, without answering, "Godmother, I like Brother Yin, do you...know?"

Li Qiao said she knew.

"It's not my sister's liking for my brother..." He Yanmo took a deep breath, "It's the kind of liking you have for godfather."

Li Qiao smiled, "I also know."

He Yanmo's eyes flushed immediately and he paused, "But I am not good enough for Brother Yin, am I."

This should be an interrogative sentence, but He Yanmo stated it in a flat and straightforward tone.

Li Qiao did not answer positively, but tried to dispel her anxiety in a nearly comforting tone, "As long as you like each other, there is no question of whether you are worthy or not."

"Godmother..." He Yanmo's breathing was a little trembling, as if trying to restrain his emotions, "I know I am not worthy of him..."

The words fell, and the girl burst into tears.

Li Qiao probably didn't expect that He Yanmo would suddenly lose control of his lacrimal glands. Even if he wasn't his own child, but when he grew up, he was no different from his own daughter.

Li Qiao wiped her cheek with her index finger, and whispered, "Momo, don't underestimate yourself."

"No." He Yanmo's throat was sore and choked, and his voice was even more dumb. "My mother always said that you are the most objective and fair. With my current level and strength, you really think I can stand in Yin. Is your brother around?"

The girl’s nose **** fiercely, she pulled out the jade pendant from her neckline and cried, “Also, this is a token of the mistress of the Shang family, right...Godmother, you say, what do you say I’m taking now? Be the wife of Brother Yin..."

He Yanmo's tears fell drop after drop on the jade pendant along the thin jaw.

Since childhood, she seldom cried, but Shang Yin only returned for two days, and she almost cried out the tears of the past two years.

This kind of cognition that is not worthy of Shang Yin comes from the accident that the jade pendant of the dormitory was lost.

Whether it was Qinglei's subsequent reaction, or the way her brother Yin changed her dormitory, even her brave and fearless act of rummaging through the trash to find Yupei now seems so naive and impulsive.

Yesterday at noon, He Yanmo went home and talked with Yin Mo for a long time.

She asked many details and knew many secrets.

For example, the origin of this jade pendant, such as the training that brother Yin has experienced in Parma over the years.

And she... even their juniors, still living under the blessing and favor of their parents, don't know right and wrong, don't know what to say.