Outright Favoritism Chapter 565: : Shang Yu waited for her for five hours

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I don't know how long he has been waiting here, the body is all traces of rain.

Li Qiao rolled her throat, took the corner of her mouth, and stepped forward to get into the co-pilot.

In the car, the smell of smoke is strong.

Li Qiao first glanced back to make sure there was no one in the back seat, then turned her head to look at the man, "Why are you here?"

She didn't know beforehand that Shang Yu would come.

Recently, she helped Song Laoliu deal with Mo Jue's affairs. She often went out early and returned late, and went to sleep when she went back, as if she hadn't been alone with him for a long time.

At this time, Shang Yu turned on the top light and looked at the tiredness between Li Qiao's eyebrows and eyes, his thin lips pursed, his voice was hoarse, "Tired?"

After all the dust settled, tiredness swept through the limbs silently.

Li Qiao relaxed his nerves, leaning on the back of the chair to stretch his eyebrows, "a little bit."

The man didn't speak any more, looked at her deeply for a moment, then started the car and drove out of the parking lot.

The car was very quiet, the cab window was ajar, and the night breeze came in after the rain, dispelling the strong smell of smoke with the damp moisture.

After a while, Li Qiao leaned her shoulders against the back of the chair, tilting her head to look at Shang Yu who was driving.

This is the first time that he drove and she took the car.

The man looks forward, his expression is very focused, and he is hitting the steering wheel with one hand from beginning to end.

His non-speaking appearance is very high and deep, and the outline of his side face is clearly reflected in the eyes, but the slightly tight facial lines show that he is not so indifferent.

Li Qiao cleared her throat and took the initiative to break the silence, "When did you come?"

Shang Yu glanced at her for a while, curled her lips, "Why don't you arrest people in the exhibition center?"

Li Qiao's eyelids twitched, ignoring his question, but instead grasped another important point, "Did you go to the exhibition center?"

They started to watch the convention center at about eleven o'clock in the evening. When Mojue appeared, it was already one o'clock in the morning.

And now, at half past three in the middle of the night.

If he has been there, it means he has been waiting for her for nearly five hours?

Li Qiao frowned, and an inexplicable sadness came to her heart.

At this moment, Shang Yu suddenly turned the steering wheel and parked the car beside the green belt.

He lowered the car window, and the breeze blew the broken hair on his forehead.

The man picked up the cigarette case again, pinched the cigarette with two fingers, and when it was lit, smoke overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Li Qiao looked at the pale and hazy mist around her, which also blurred his eyebrows.

She leaned forward, her fingers crawling to the corners of his eyes, "Are you waiting for me? Actually, you don't have to come here specially, I will go back after I'm busy..."

Shang Yu's throat fluctuated and he smoked a few more puffs before condensing towards Li Qiao.

In those eyes that were as deep as a sea of ​​ink, a bit of unpleasantness loomed.

He pursed his lips, but he still couldn't suppress the anger in his heart, and his voice was low, "If I don't come, I won't know that you can be busy until the middle of the night for other people's affairs."

In fact, Shang Yu seldom got angry in front of Li Qiao.

I don't know if it is monopolistic or other reasons. He extremely dislikes that Li Qiao's time is occupied by others.

One day is fine, two days is fine, but this situation has been going on for nearly a week.

Probably similar to a neglected uncomfortable mentality dominating his thinking.

At this time, Li Qiao listened to Shang Yu’s dumb and low voice, her heart tensed, her fingertips curled up inadvertently, she had always controlled Shang Yu’s emotions very accurately, and she didn’t need to say anything. She also sensed his displeasure.

Looking back, she has indeed left him in the cold because of Mojue's affairs recently.

It was not intentional, it was unintentional.

What's more, Li Qiao always remembered what He Chen had said, and she hadn't created a sense of security for him yet, so she neglected him because of trivial matters.

She was faintly annoyed, and immediately unfastened her seat belt, got up a little bit and pushed her knees against the seat, leaped forward, and sat sideways directly into the man's arms.

She unexpectedly threw her arms and hugs, causing Shang Yu's gloomy eyes to pass a trace of surprise, even though he was still suppressing emotions, but he still subconsciously hugged Li Qiao and fixed her to his lap.

Angry to anger, he has never been able to resist her closeness.

Fortunately, the space in the carriage is large enough. Li Qiao sits with her back on the steering wheel and sits in Shang Yu’s arms, facing him with her eyes, holding his side face with a cool palm, and lowering her head on his lips. Pecked twice, "Are you angry?"

The man's eyes are not bottomed, he lifts his thin lips, and asks deeply, "What do you think?"

Li Qiao knew that she was wrong, her eyes flashed, and she nodded her head kindly, "Well, blame me this time."

The attitude of admitting mistakes can be said to be very sincere.

"What's the blame for you?" The man squinted, and his warm palm unknowingly climbed up to her back and gently rubbed.

Li Qiao stared at him, touched his forehead with his forehead, rubbed his cheek apologetically, "I ignored you."

When she said this, she felt a little uncontrollable and began to feel distressed.

Shang Yu, such a powerful and domineering man, sat in the car and waited for her for five hours.

Can you feel bad?

At this time, the man leaned back in his chair, and his upright posture was a bit lazy in his casual manner.

He clamped Li Qiao's jaw, his tone was heavy and slow, "Then how are you going to compensate me? Huh?"

Li Qiao thought hard for a few seconds, and kissed him on the cheek, "Listen to you, what do you want to compensate?"

Shang Yu raised his eyebrows playfully, his eyes fell on her lips thoughtfully, "Are you sure?"

Li Qiao said nothing.

Why does she think there is something in his words?

The carriage was quiet for a while, and the man smiled in his eyes, clasped the back of her head and sucked **** her lips, "Since it is to compensate me, then think of it yourself."

After that, he patted Li Qiao's midfielder, the tone became dumb, "Go back and sit down."

Li Qiao keenly sensed the man's reaction, glanced at him, and silently moved from his lap to the co-pilot.

Isn’t it a bad idea to wipe out guns on the quiet road in the middle of the night?

In a short while, Shang Yu settled his emotions, pinched the cigarette in his hand, restarted the car and turned back to the mansion.

On the way home, no one spoke anymore. Li Qiao sat in the co-pilot, holding her arms in both hands, occasionally frowning and sighing occasionally, immersed in the question of how to compensate him.

And all her expressions at the moment are captured by men, her contemplation, her entanglement, her frowns and smiles, all emotions are all because of him.

Shang Yu rolled his Adam's apple, and there was a soft wave in the depths of his eyes. He especially liked the feeling that came from him.

……

Back to the mansion, Li Qiao walked to the man's side with her head sullen. It was already four o'clock in the morning. It rained at night, and the temperature in the mountains could not help but be cool.

Just a few steps, her shoulders sank, and her whole person was dragged into a warm and generous embrace, with a scorching breath in her ears, "Is it cold?"

Li Qiao raised her head to look at him, hot feelings in her chest.