Outright Favoritism Chapter 68: : I am here for Emperor Yan.

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As soon as Li Qiao's voice settled, she clearly saw a sharp coldness in Shang Yu's eyes.

Although it is fleeting, it confirms Li Qiao's guess.

She really provokes this Nanyang overlord.

Shang Yu held a pen in his hand and signed the document. The tight line of the mandible was displeased, and his tone was no longer as gentle as before. "What do you think?"

It wasn't until this moment that Li Qiao realized that she really didn't understand Shang Yu.

Actually, his words and deeds seem to be polite, lazy and sexy, but he is afraid that his wild dominance is his true core.

Li Qiao slowly retracted his gaze, touched his chin, thought for three minutes, and finally sighed irritably, "Master Yan, give me some hints?"

Shang Yu didn't look at her, but still kept the posture of signing.

But his eyes were gloomy and gloomy, and he couldn't see the bottom. The tolerance of certain emotions made him lose his sense of measure, and the tip of the pen made a crisp sound on the document due to excessive force.

The slight movement attracted Li Qiao's attention. She looked at it and saw that the man had tightened the cap of the pen and dropped it casually on the table.

The next second, Shang Yu stood up, took off his suit jacket without any haste, and walked towards Li Qiao.

His face is cold, his lips are pressed tightly, and there is a surging undercurrent in those deep pupils.

Li Qiao straightened up casually, showing a defensive posture, her eyes fixed on Shang Yu, doubtful.

Soon, he came near the sofa.

Shang Yu's suit was opened by Shang Yu, which was full of high-level cold fragrance, and then covered her body, also covering the snow-white dazzling shoulders.

Li Qiao's face was stunned, and before he spoke, his chin was suddenly clamped by his generous palm.

The man's slightly rough fingertips pressed against her cheeks, his thumb slightly clasped her chin, leaned over, squinted, and his voice was cold and bitter: "I want to come to Yanhuang for an internship because of the wind?"

Li Qiao was forced to raise her head because of Shang Yu's actions. His strength was not that great, but the blue veins broke out in his arm, as if he was trying his best to restrain it.

With her eyes facing each other, for the first time, she clearly saw Shang Yu's unknown side from the sharp expression of Shang Yu's killing.

Li Qiao sighed softly, her slender eyelashes trembled, and raised her eyebrows arrogantly, "Is there only one option for chasing the wind?"

The girl fell fearlessly in Shang Yu's eyes. The strength in his hand was unabated, and he pressed down the stalwart body again, and supported the back of the sofa beside her with one hand, in a condescending posture, "Besides him, I want to have Who?"

The distance is getting closer and closer. As long as Li Qiao is a little forward, the tip of her nose can touch his lips.

Their breathing is entangled with each other, their eyes meet, one is cold, the other is crazy.

Li Qiao moved her neck and looked straight into Shang Yu's eyes, smiling faintly, "I thought Master Yan knew!"

If this scene is seen by Mochizuki and others, it will definitely be shocked.

Because Li Qiao is the first person who can talk and laugh freely in the danger of Shangyu's aura.

At this moment, Shang Yu's domineering aura gradually converged, his palms relaxed, his thumb inadvertently rubbed Li Qiao's skin, and after a moment of silence, his tone returned to its magnetic vigor: "OK?"

There are some things that don’t need to be said explicitly, one look and one action are just tacit understanding of each other.

Li Qiao clearly felt the looseness of his palms, raised her delicate eyebrows slightly, and took advantage of this to place her chin in Shang Yu’s palm. She said: "I want to come to Yanhuang, naturally for the sake of The Emperor Yan is here."

The two Yanhuang emperors have different profound meanings.

She believes that he can understand.

At this time, Shang Yu's thin lips slowly showed a very shallow smile, the cold light in his eyes faded, his wrists were slightly raised, and her cheeks were supported, "Working at Emperor Yan, you must wear professional attire. "