Outright Favoritism Chapter 239: : What did you buy for 30 billion?

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The moon is clear, and the depths of the lawn are exceptionally quiet.

Li Qiao dropped her hand box and sat next to Shang Yu again. She raised her legs and half-dangled her eyes, but Yu Guang secretly looked at the man.

At this moment, Qiu Huan looked around, his eyes fixed on the hand box.

He was very curious about what the 200 million cufflinks looked like.

So, as Shang Yu leaned forward and pinched his cigarette butt, Qiu Huan faintly stretched out his hand toward the box, trying to catch a glimpse.

"Remove your hand." Suddenly, a deep voice hit Qiu Huan's ear.

He shook his palm, looked at Shang Yu on the opposite side, curled his mouth angrily, and withdrew his hand, "Shao Yan, 200 million cufflinks, don't open it."

The man glanced at him, spit out the last thin puff of smoke, looked at Li Qiao with a faint smile in his eyes, and said slowly: "Why don't you speak?"

Li Qiao's eyes flickered, and he answered the question in a serious manner: "That cufflink is pretty."

Qiu Huan and Ou Bai: "..."

Hearing the sound, Shang Yu's thin lips raised a joyful arc, and the probing hand grabbed Li Qiao's wrist, and said to the side: "Let's go, go home and see."

Qiu Huan: "??"

Ou Bai glanced at them coolly, and hummed: "Shaoyan, you should remember that neither of us drove tonight?"

If he leaves, how will he and Qiu Huan go home?

Taking a taxi? The price is too low.

Call someone? It's too long.

At this moment, Li Qiao stood up following Shang Yu's movements, staring at Ou Bai, and said lukewarmly, "My car, tomorrow will take me back to Li's house."

The implication is that the sports car will be driven for you.

Ou Bai looked at Li Qiao's eyebrows, and refused without thinking: "No need, I...fuck, Qiuhuan, why are you kicking me?"

Qiu Huan almost didn't kick Ou Bai's wicker chair.

He glared at Oubai, pinched his waist and stood in front of him, smiling very friendly to Li Qiao, "No problem girl, don't worry, I will take it back for you myself tomorrow." Two cars were given away.

Li Qiao nodded, turned and walked to the commercial car side by side with Shang Yu.

Liuyun and Mochizuki took away two small hand boxes with blessings.

Qiu Huan gazes eagerly, but he still has no eyesight at all.

……

On the way back, Li Qiao sat next to Shang Yu, and neither of them spoke.

Li Qiao tilted her head to look at the neon street scene, her lips curled upward.

In a moment, her heart was itchy and her eyes flickered from the window to Shang Yu's body.

Who knows, as soon as he turned his head, he ran into the man's eyes as deep as ink.

The corners of Li Qiao's mouth continued to rise, catching the smile lines on Shang Yu's lips, and some feelings were hot and fermenting.

After a while, Li Qiao joked narrowly: "It turns out that the supreme is Master Yan."

I knew it was him, and she wouldn't have been so upset all night.

Shang Yu rubbed the top of her head, and pulled the person into his arms with a deep, deep laugh.

He lowered his eyes, looked at Li Qiao’s bright cheeks, bowed his head and whispered to her: "I am not always interested in the stock god, that autobiography borrows flowers to offer Buddha."

Li Qiao's heart throbbed densely, and she smiled and muttered: "It sounds good, but in the final bid, you increased the price by ten times. Did you deliberately block my back?"

"Yeah." Shang Yu stretched his eyebrows, watching Li Qiao's glance, his smile deepened, "Are you angry?"

Li Qiao turned sideways, facing the window, leaning on his shoulder, pulling the palm of his shoulder, and squeezing it gently, "It's really angry, what do you say...what should I do?"

Anger is false, but stubbornness is true.

She got bored because of the "Autobiography of the Share God", and in the end it was her own person who opposed her at the auction.

It was a ridiculous oolong.

At this time, Shang Yu slowly folded his legs, leaning on him lazily with Li Qiao's posture, leaned over slightly, and curled his lips and said: "Go home and apologize for you."

Li Qiao looked back at him, her eyes twitched, and she pressed the corners of her mouth, "Let's do it."

……

At ten thirty at night, Nanyang Mansion.

Li Qiao was sitting on the sofa in the living room, eating mousse cake in small bites.

Shang Yu leaned against the armrest of the sofa, his deep eyes reflected the bright light, and he looked at her for an instant.

After a while, Liu Yun carried two hand boxes and sent them in.

Li Qiao's eyes condensed, she put down the dinner plate and moved to sit in front of Shang Yu.

The two hand boxes were exactly the same. She opened one of them, and it happened to be a small brown book inside.

Li Qiao reached out and touched the cover of the leather, raising her eyebrows and looking at Shang Yu, "30 billion, do you think it's worth it?"

Shang Yu's eyes skipped Xiao Zha, and his deep tone was of course, "Send you, it's worth it."

Go ahead.

Li Qiao shook her head and smiled, inadvertently remembering the 30 billion dollars he had lent Charles before.

Sure enough, you have a lot of money.

At this time, as Li Qiao took out the "Autobiography of the Share God" and flipped it in her palm, Shang Yu also opened the cufflinks in a timely manner.

A pair of cufflinks with canary diamonds gleamed brightly under the crystal lamp.

The man took out a cold gold diamond and placed it on the tip of his finger. It looked beautiful and eye-catching.

His chiseled edges and corners gradually became softer, and he looked sideways at Li Qiao, but saw her holding Xiao Zha blankly, not knowing what he was thinking, "What?"

Shang Yu put down the cufflinks, and Li Qiao slowly turned her head. She lifted the inner page of Xiaozha, tearing her lips in disappointment, "30 billion, a loss."

The man turned his eyes and glanced at the opened book page, and what he saw was a pile of extremely difficult abstract text.

In Li Qiao's eyes, even if she distinguishes it carefully, she can't recognize a word at all.

Three failed shots, and the reason was found.

This is probably a waste paper of ghost paintings.

"No loss." At this moment, Shang Yu took Xiaozha from her hand, and his eyes narrowed deeply, "This is the origin text of Pama."

Li Qiao's eyes lit up and she peeked in front of him, "Do you know Ye Yan?"

Shang Yu looked at her with a gentle gaze, then pursed his lips and shook his head, "This kind of writing Pama has been abandoned for a long time. I have seen similar writings in the ancient medical books handed down by the Shang family."

Pama...

Li Qiao calmly looked at the small notes full of ghost symbols, squinted in thought, "Then have you heard of the **** of stocks in Parma?"

"Do you suspect that the other party is from Parma?" Shang Yu re-passed the autobiography to Li Qiao, his eyes dimmed.

Li Qiao nodded unhurriedly, "Since it is your native origin text, outsiders should not be able to write it."

After all, I don't even know Shang Yu, and the person who wrote this autobiography can only come from Pama.

Not long after, Shang Yu, who was silent for a moment, slowly leaned on the backrest, looked at the autobiography, and stretched out his hand to caress Li Qiao's hair, "I'll let people check it, no hurry."

Li Qiao lowered her eyebrows, sighed, raised her hand and threw the autobiography back into her hand box.

An autobiography of unknown origin, and text of ancient origin...

30 billion, what on earth did you buy?