Outright Favoritism Chapter 62: : Master Yan, I am single

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The milk tea shop that just opened, there are not many people, and the sweet smell of milk tea is still flowing in the small shop.

Mo Qi sat across from Li Qiao, holding a cup of milk tea in one hand, he stopped talking.

At this time, Li Qiao looked at the succulent potted plants on the window sill, and the movement of turning her head slightly outlined her perfect neck line.

Mo Qi focused on her, curled up with his fingertips, his gaze a little silly.

"Do you have something to tell me?" At the moment of opening, Li Qiao looked at Mo Qi quietly, neither cold nor hot.

Mo Qi stared at her coldly, and drank milk tea with his eyes open in a panic, trying to conceal the embarrassment of being caught.

The atmosphere was silent for a few seconds, and Mo Qi adjusted his mood and raised his head again, "Xiao Li, why do you have to be an enchanter?"

Li Qiao looked at Mo Qi, slashed her nails on the table twice, and replied concisely, "Interest."

"But..." Mo Qi hesitated for a moment, and then said deliberately: "You are a girl, aren't you afraid?"

In his eyes, Li Qiao is rich and handsome, and in the most popular terms nowadays, that is a proper life winner.

As for the work of enchantment, even today, many people still look at it with colored glasses.

She didn't need to bear those strange pointers and eyes at all.

At this moment, Li Qiao stretched her eyebrows, and when she looked out the window again, she said lightly: "Brother, sometimes living people are more scary."

Mo Qi was speechless for a moment.

……

In less than five minutes, Li Qiao left the milk tea shop first.

Mo Qi sat at the table, looking at the untouched cup of milk tea, eyes full of loneliness.

He forgot when he was nervous, Junior Sister Li seemed to never drink milk tea.

Outside the store, a breeze passed through the old wall, messing up Li Qiao's temples.

She walked slowly, looking up at the swaying pale green treetops, full of life, as if to remind summer is coming soon.

Then there is more than a month left, and it will be the third anniversary of Huizi's death.

At this time, in the side road behind him, there was a dull car engine sound from far to near.

Li Qiao stood under the camphor tree, and she saw a low-key black business car slowly parked beside her.

The window of the car only dropped about ten centimeters, and a pair of extremely cold black eyes were condensing her through the gap.

Li Qiao raised his eyebrows, stepped forward, and the automatic door in the back seat opened in due course.

In the spacious carriage, Shang Yu, dressed in black, sat lazily in a single seat with overlapping long legs. His thin, scarlet lips wore an intriguing smile, but his eyes were extremely cold.

Li Qiao and his gaze crossed, unable to figure out what his fierce and indifferent appearance represented.

Even the sculpturally handsome cheeks seem to be covered with frost, exuding a strong sense of aggression and distance.

But he was smiling clearly.

Li Qiao stepped forward intently, grabbing the suspicion in her heart, and said quietly: "Yan Ye come to the old town to do business?"

Shang Yu leaned on the back of the chair with his arms over the armrests, gently twisting his fingertips, his dark eyes glanced at the milk tea shop behind Li Qiao, his tone was deep and cold: "Boyfriend?"

Good-looking men and beauties of similar ages, meeting in the milk tea shop in the old city, really looks like a girl of her age should be in love.

Just now, she left, he chased, and then the two looked at each other and smiled, including that Li Qiao did not hesitate to accept the gift from the youth, and every frame was particularly dazzling in Shang Yu's eyes.

Is this why she is eager to retired from Shang Lu?

At this moment, Li Qiao turned around suspiciously and followed Shang Yu's line of sight to look behind him. The half-open window also faintly reflected Mo Qi's cheeks looking through the window.

Li Qiaoman casually retracted her gaze, bending her lips lazily.

She stretched her eyebrows and looked at Shang Yu again. The deer eyes were as bright as the stars behind the clouds and mist, "Not a boyfriend. Yan Ye, I am single."