Outright Favoritism Chapter 204: : What is the name of sorrowfulness?

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Seeing this, Tu Anliang stopped his movements, grabbed Li Qiao's hand with his fingertips, and said with a wicked smile: "Little beauty, suddenly pulling my hand, you want to beg for mercy...Ah!!!"

Broken **** together.

Tu Anliang didn't even prepare, and Li Qiao broke his finger in the opposite direction.

The pain of Shizhi's heart, even a hard bandit like him, can't stand it at all.

Tu Anliang's brain was blank, and beads of sweat burst out of his forehead, and he held his hands and backed away.

Looking at Li Qiao again, she was picking up the paper from the coffee table in disgust, wiping her palm constantly.

Tu Anliang has been used to being arrogant in this life, and has never been punished like this.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he sat down on the sofa with his hands, staring at Li Qiao, wishing to scratch her, "Fuck...you..."

Tu Anliang couldn't say even the curse, because it hurts too much.

At this moment, Li Qiao stood on the spot, wiped her hands and threw the tissue into the trash can.

She looked at Tu Anliang with no expression on her face, walked slowly over, raised her slender right leg and stepped on his chest, forcefully, condescendingly: "Remember my words, don't hit Jiugong's idea. "

Tu Anliang was stepped on her chest and leaned against the sofa embarrassedly. Because of the compression of her chest, she vented more and less.

This humiliation of being stepped on made Tu Anliang mad, but the pain of breaking his fingers almost took away all his strength.

Li Qiao crushed his chest severely, retracted her leg and stood up again, regaining her faint expression.

She turned around and walked out the door. As she pushed the door, she looked back at the hideous Tu Anliang, "I am Li Qiao."

The words are over, Li Qiaoyun left lightly.

The three men outside the door were unknown, so they rushed into the room after she left.

At this moment, Tu Anliang's face was pale, and he was panting with his hands and mouthfuls.

Faced with the dumbfoundedness of his subordinates, he kicked over the coffee table abruptly and roared: "Go and check for me, who is Li Qiao--"

This account is endless!

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Half an hour later, Li Qiao was sitting in the coffee shop, taking a sip of coffee occasionally, while Luo Yu sat opposite her and whispered something.

At this time, Li Qiao lazily held her mobile phone and was sending a WeChat message with Shang Yu.

He went out this time and didn't know where he went.

I'll be back in a week, a long time.

At this time, Luo Yu said: "The fire in Evernight City is not serious. I just let them burn one of their air-conditioning plug-in units. After the fire truck came, it was extinguished in less than three minutes."

Li Qiao poked at the screen and absently said "Oh".

Obviously, the mind is on the screen.

At the same time, Shang Yu was sitting in the business hall of the Parma Eight-Star Hotel, listening to the innovation and layout of the Artificial Intelligence Industry Conference, occasionally giving Li Qiao a message back.

Floating clouds and chasing wind are sitting on either side of him.

The chasing wind, which hadn't been seen for a long time, sat on Shang Yu's right hand side. Although facing forward, Yu Guang fell on Shang Yu's phone page without fear of death.

WeChat note: BabyGirl

What kind of sorrow is this? !

The aftermath of the chasing wind moved up, glancing at the man's arrogant and cold cheeks, it was difficult to adapt to such a contrast.

So, he now wants to know if this BabyGirl is the girl he wanted to chase before.

Zhufeng continued to spy on Shang Yu's screen with his peripheral light, and then saw such a conversation.

BabyGirl: The first day Yan Ye was away, miss him!

Shang Yu: Good, come back this weekend.

BabyGirl: [Withered][Withered]

Seeing this, Chaifeng feels that his sour teeth are falling.

The times are different. Their eldest will send WeChat to coax girls, and he has been single for two months.

Zhufeng felt very uncomfortable. He turned his gaze and took out his mobile phone, flipped through his WeChat friends, and wanted to find a girl to chat with.

Then, a man's low voice came in his ear: "After the meeting, I will sort out a meeting minutes and give it to me."