Outright Favoritism Chapter 212: : Stealing relatives

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The night is thick, and the willow shoots are covered with stars and moon shadows.

Li Qiao put one hand in her pocket and pushed open the double doors of the laboratory building. The night breeze was faintly cool.

She walked down the steps step by step, looking at the commercial car in front of her.

Under the neon lights, the automatic doors of the commercial vehicle slowly opened. In the dimly yellow carriage, Shang Yu was leaning on the seat with his thin lips raised, looking at her through the twilight.

Li Qiao paced unhurriedly, her eyelids drooping slightly, covering her cheerful smile.

Seeing her coming, the man stepped out with long legs and leaned out of the car. His slender figure stood in the shade of the tree, his face was deep and precious.

At this time, Li Qiao came to Shang Yu with a smile, and looked up at him. The deer's eyes were full of neon.

But too late to speak, the man has leaned over slightly, embraced her, and patted her back as if comfortingly with his palm, "Is it all done?"

A magnetic voice came from above his head, and Li Qiao nodded gently in his arms, "Why are you here? Didn't you come back on the weekend?"

I thought it would take two more days to see him.

"Don't want me to return in advance?" Shang Yu held her arms with both hands and stretched a distance, with a playful arc of thin lips.

Li Qiao glanced at him and mumbled: "I wish you didn't leave."

I don’t see you in a day, like every three autumns.

They haven't seen each other for five days. How many autumns have they been?

Shang Yu's dark eyes fixed on Li Qiao. In just a few days, his girl became thin and haggard.

Under the Yingyingzhuozhuo street lamp, the corners of the little girl's eyes were red, and her eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, as if she had lost her former look.

The man felt a little distressed and squeezed the back of her head and rubbed it in his arms. He looked at her away again. With a thought, he pressed down his handsome face and kissed her on the lips, and asked, "Tired. Not tired?"

Li Qiao was forced to raise her head, feeling the slightly cool touch of her lips, her heart rate accelerated, and her voice rolled, "A little bit."

"Go, go home and sleep." Shang Yu hugged the person to his side and led her into the car.

It was about a day of experimentation, and her mind was dizzy. Li Qiao had forgotten the family rules of the Li family admonishing her not to stay away at night.

Getting in the car, she nestled on the side of the man’s neck, her fingers firmly held by him, and fell asleep in such a quiet and warm atmosphere.

The commercial vehicle drove into the main road and headed towards Nanyang Mansion quickly.

During this time, Liu Yun looked forward without squinting. It might be too quiet. He couldn't help but glanced at the rearview mirror.

As a result, I saw their wild slaying boss Yanhuang, holding Miss Li in his left hand, holding her cheek in his right hand, and occasionally bowing his head to kiss her.

Forehead, nose, corners of eyes, cheeks, wherever they were exposed, he kissed them and didn't let go of his hands.

At this moment, Liuyun suddenly felt that his boss was a beast.

People are asleep, what are you doing? !

Then, a car suddenly changed lanes ahead and was blocked. Liuyun's hands holding the steering wheel shook. A cold warning came from the back seat, "Look at the road and drive well."

Liouyun straightened his chest and lowered his voice: "Yes, boss."

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Forty minutes later, the car arrived at Nanyang Mansion.

Li Qiao seemed to be sleeping soundly in Shang Yu's arms. The girl who had always been wary seemed to put down all her precautions.

Liu Yun pressed the switch of the automatic door and got out of the car first.

A few seconds later, Shang Yu hugged Li Qiao and walked out of the car door.

The man's broad arms lifted the girl sideways effortlessly, and walked steadily into the mansion.

From outdoor to indoor, the lights are suddenly bright.

Shang Yu stood at the entrance of the hall and walked slowly, looking down at Li Qiao, whose eyelashes were trembling in his arms, with a deep voice and a smile: "When do you want to pretend to sleep?"