Outright Favoritism Chapter 550: : What counts as relying on him?

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Li Qiao squeezed the phone tightly, and could not hear other sounds in her ears, only He Chen's words kept echoing.

——He wants to be nice to you, better than before, so good that you can rely on him and cannot do without him.

Li Qiao closed her eyes and suppressed the bitterness in her throat. She wanted to speak but couldn't say a word.

He Chen's sigh came again, "Li Qiao, he is paranoid, so he is more sensitive than others in many cases.

Regardless of whether it is sick or not, he will become like this, except for caring about you too much, I can't think of other reasons.

Listen to Brother's words, try to rely on him, tolerate him, and let him clearly feel your likes.

You know, in his life... he has never experienced a sense of security. "

"Never?" Li Qiao didn't know why she asked these words.

She believed everything He Chen said, perhaps out of a desire to know more, or perhaps the Nanyang Shang Shaoyan in her eyes, powerful enough to cover the sky with one hand, controlling a city with her own power, and deep How could the unfathomable dark powers never feel safe.

He Chen licked his back molars and looked at the opposite wall with a slightly blurred gaze, "Yes, never. Because at the age when he needs security the most, everyone around him wants to kill him. What else can he do besides making himself stronger and giving himself a sense of security?"

Li Qiao didn't make a sound. He Chen finished smoking half a cigarette and exhorted him before hanging up, "Li Qiao, I have identified you as a younger brother and sister, don't let us down..."

He said this sentence extremely seriously and full of his worries.

Pressing the end button, He Chen threw the phone on the bedside table, frowning his eyebrows, his pupils as deep as ink.

The enchanting woman who had been hanging around for a long time tentatively climbed onto his arm, "Brother Chen~"

Wenxiang Nephrite was in his arms, but He Chen suddenly lost his interest.

He glanced at the blind woman coldly, and gestured under his body, "Get it out for me."

"You are so disgusting." The woman nuzzled him coquettishly, and then fell obediently between his legs.

As far as the woman is concerned, it is already a plaything.

But Shaoyan is different. His affection for Li Qiao has reached the point where he was shocked.

……

As night fell, the time hand had reached the seven-thirty position.

Li Qiao has been standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the office and hasn't moved for a long time.

Behind him, the door was pushed open, and Shang Yu's eyebrows were hidden with a touch of fatigue, and his eyes were dark, which also highlighted Li Qiao's slender figure.

His Adam's apple rolled, he turned on the light, and strode forward to hug her from behind.

The man's body is always warm and his arms are particularly strong. Just holding her like this makes Li Qiao feel safe.

But how can she give Shang Yu a sense of security?

He Chen said that relying on him made him think she could not do without him.

What should I do to count as relying on him?

Li Qiao sniffed the familiar breath at the end of her nose, letting her body close to his chest, she looked at the arms surrounding her, and hugged his arms, "It's over?"

She has a dumb voice.

Shang Yu hung his head from her shoulders, the two cheeks pressed against each other, and the clear smell on his body became stronger and stronger, "What's wrong with your throat?"

Li Qiao gave a light cough, and when he turned his head, the tip of his nose brushed his jaw line, "It's okay, it may be a bit dry."

When the words fell, the man let go of her from behind, turned around and poured a glass of warm water.

Li Qiao turned around to look at him, and a surprised light flashed across her silent brows, relying on him...

Not long after, she took the water glass from Shang Yu, took a sip, and repeated the question, "Are you finished?"

"Well, going to eat?" The man puts one hand into the bag, standing in front of her is a long and tall figure, clearly a master of the top, but in front of her, he has removed all the masks.

Li Qiao's heart was soft, she moved forward and approached him, pursing her lips and nodding.

"What do you want to eat?" The man turned around and walked to the boss's desk. The deep eyes under the brow bones showed a little smile, "Crystal Court?"

Li Qiao didn't know how to show dependence on him, she simply followed where he went.

Shang Yu just sat down and removed the documents on the boss’s desk. As soon as it was dark, he saw the little girl leaning over, half leaning on the table, looking straight at him, "I don’t want to eat Crystal Garden, I want some Others."

This may be the first time Li Qiao expressed her wishes in front of him.

She has always been lazy and is more used to drifting with the flow.

Every aspect of food, clothing, housing and transportation is very casual.

When the man heard her answer like this, he leaned back in the chair, raised his head slightly, and raised his eyebrows to signal her, "For example?"

Li Qiao put the water glass on the table, leaned on the edge of the table and bent in front of him, "Seafood."

She remembered that he loved to eat.

Before eating with Qiuhuan and the others, there will always be on the table, and Parma is also rich in seafood.

At this time, the man glanced at her right hand, raised his eyebrows and said, "The wound has not healed yet."

The smile at the corner of Li Qiao's mouth froze, and she turned her head to look at the French window.

Why couldn't she break the glass into pieces at the time.

Shang Yu saw her small gesture of curling her mouth from the reflection of the glass, her thin lips raised a shallow arc, reached out and crossed her cheeks, eyes filled with petting, "I really want to eat?"

Li Qiao looked at him, hearing the compromise in his tone, and feeling softened again, "Yeah."

The man’s raised apple rolled twice, and his palm followed her cheeks to the back of her neck, clasped it, pressed it down, and the thin lips directly covered her lips and sucked, "Okay, then Eat seafood."

Obviously, his principles were vulnerable to her.

……

Forty minutes later, Nanyang Seafood Restaurant.

Li Qiao sat in the box, looked at the steamed fish, braised fish, pickled fish, pine nut fish on the table, silently covered her upper face, and sighed.

This is it? Whose seafood is a table fish?

The man picked up a piece of steamed sea bass and put it on her plate, and he said nothing.

Who said he has no principles, even in the cloak of compromise, he is still domineering and powerful in his bones.

Li Qiao looked at Shang Yu quietly, "Why don't you order seafood?"

The man turned his head to look at her, lifted his thin lips, and rubbed her head, "I'll eat it next time."

Next time, obviously after her wound has healed.

Li Qiao's eyes flickered, and she pressed the corner of her mouth without saying anything.

Her careful thoughts seem to have nowhere to hide in front of him.

He must have guessed it too. She proposed to eat seafood because he likes it.

Li Qiao lowered her head and took a sip of the fish soup, her hair hanging down her ears, which also covered the frustration on her face.

It seems that no matter what abacus she makes, he knows it all.

How does this create a sense of dependence?

After the meal, Shang Yu was answering the phone, and Li Qiao took his hand and played gently.

After a long silence, she heard the man say: "Let the chasing wind return to Nanyang as soon as possible."