Outright Favoritism Chapter 812: : Back to Nanyang

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At five o'clock in the morning, the cabin door opened.

Early winter is here, and the biting cold wind is blowing in. Compared with the British Empire, the winter in Nanyang is more precipitous.

Shang Yu led Li Qiao out of the hatch first, followed by He Chen and Shi Luo.

Several people said goodbye at the airport. Silo took her suitcase from Luo Yu and walked to the parking lot with a yawn.

The one who came to pick her up was still the Junyi little milk dog from last time.

The other party put her luggage in the trunk, got into the car and asked with a grin: "Sister, you have been here for a long time this time, did you bring me a gift?"

Siluo glanced at him, turned on the airplane mode of the phone, and replied perfunctorily: "I brought it, are two British emperor banknotes enough?"

The little milk dog murmured again, but Silo didn't listen carefully at all.

She looked at the screen for an instant. The page was a WeChat chat box with three screenshots lying down.

Princess Margaret sent it to her eight hours ago.

Si Luo looked confused after reading the screenshot.

What happened to the British Emperor?

Who is Paul Taylor Childman?

Why is the British Emperor looking for him all over the network?

……

At ten o'clock in the morning, Li Qiao woke up in the master bedroom of the Nanyang Mansion.

She rubbed her forehead, her head dizzy.

This trip of the British Emperor did not feel exhausted until returning.

Li Qiao raised her upper body with a frown, sat for two seconds, and then went back on her stomach.

Top-heavy.

So, Shang Yu walked into the master bedroom for the third time and saw Li Qiao arching in slow motion under the quilt.

A thin smile appeared on his lips, and he stepped forward to pull the quilt, and Li Qiao frowned and looked uncomfortable.

The man drew his eyebrows and sat down by the bed, his voice sinking a lot, "What's wrong?"

Li Qiao closed her eyes and didn't speak. She stuck her fingers out of the quilt, and her overly warm palm made Shang Yu's jaw line tighten.

She has a fever.

Shang Yu leaned over and took her from the bed into his arms, and touched her cool cheeks, his expression increasingly gloomy.

Li Qiao buried him in his arms and asked dullly: "Is there any anti-fever medicine at home?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she thought of something, and sighed, "Oh, I can't eat."

Li Qiao was also very helpless. It is estimated that she came back from the airport in the morning and caught a cold when she got off the plane.

"Uncomfortable?" Shang Yu probed her body temperature, the emotions in his eyes were like overturned inkstone, thick and unable to dissolve.

Li Qiao withdrew from his arms, lay down again, and said weakly, "No, I will sleep again."

The man sat on the edge of the bed, tucked the quilt for her, and stroked her forehead with his palms.

For a long while, seeing Li Qiao breathing evenly, as if he was asleep, Shang Yu narrowed his cold eyes and walked out of the master bedroom swiftly.

The man returned to the living room and Mochizuki just came over, "Boss, Chasing the Wind..." Do you approve the annual leave?

"Let Chengmo come over."

Mochizuki only felt a cold wind blowing in front of him, and once again fixed his eyes, his boss had already stepped into the elevator.

What's wrong with this?

Mochizuki stood there thinking for two seconds, and quickly picked up the phone and summoned Chengmo to come over.

Then, he called Zhuifeng back, to the effect that the boss didn't have time to approve your annual leave.

After half a month of chasing left-behind children, I almost didn't lift the table.

He can't take an annual leave?

Who did you pray for this **** money? !

……

Cheng Mo came very quickly and walked into the mansion in less than twenty minutes.

In the restaurant, Shang Yu stands tall and slender in front of the Liuli Platform, with **** soup stewed in a casserole. He puts one hand in his pocket, while holding a spoon in the other hand, stirring occasionally.

Behind him, Cheng Mo held up the frame, with a slightly surprised expression, "Hallmaster, cross-border attacks on firewalls are likely to attract the attention of other hackers, it's better..."

The man turned his back to him, his voice was very low, "Just do it."