Outright Favoritism Chapter 832: : Have you two been recuperating recently?

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For lunch, Li Qiao and his party went to Crystal Garden.

In the box, Zong Zhan and Shang Yu were sitting in the lounge area chatting, Li Qiao with sour plum slices in his mouth, sitting next to him texting.

After a few messages, the phone rang.

She glanced at Shang Yu, then got up and went out.

"Madam, it has been four or five days, the House of Commons has not responded to any letter, and I just tried to send the file again, and found that the mailbox has been logged out."

The call came from Cheng Mo. Li Qiao strolled to the backyard, and stared down beside the sundial, "Is there a tracking program embedded in the file?"

"Yes, the tracking path is currently blank, and it should not have been spread."

Li Qiao touched the edge of the sundial, and said lightly, "Send the document to all the members of the House of Representatives."

Cheng Mo Pingbo asked without surprise: "All?"

"All, until there are results."

After finishing the call, Li Qiao looked down at the phone screen, a sneer on her lips.

Back to the box, the food is on the table.

As soon as Li Qiao sat down, Zong Zhan on the opposite side knocked on the plate with chopsticks, "You two have been healthy recently?"

Steamed fish, egg soup, steamed spinach, roasted tofu...

Zong Zhan glanced at it and felt that his appetite was lost.

Shang Yu put a piece of fish for Li Qiao, and his expression eased a little when she saw her chewing and eating slowly.

Zong Zhan asked about his loneliness, and ate tofu with a twisted mouth, the taste was like chewing wax.

Although Li Qiao ate slowly for a meal, she did not experience morning sickness symptoms.

After observation in the last few days, both she and Shang Yu have discovered a pattern.

As long as the oil is not drained, severe morning sickness will not occur.

Is she pregnant with a monk?

……

In a blink of an eye, Friday evening.

Li Qiao spent another two days of leisure at home without any disturbance from the outside world. She was able to calm down and study effective treatment options for mania.

At this time, Shang Yu has not yet returned.

Li Qiao looked at the report in the email with no expression on her face.

She inadvertently thought of He Chen's suggestion to her a few days ago. The so-called choice of two is not within her consideration.

The report in the email indicates that the most effective treatment for mania is to use MECT therapy.

This is the experience summed up by the Medical Alliance through many cases.

And He Chen gave her one of two choices, including MECT treatment.

The other is to let her avoid contact with Shang Yu during severe morning sickness, in short, leave Nanyang briefly.

Li Qiao supported her forehead and sighed. MECT treatment has been widely used internationally. The current technology is very mature, but it is not a last resort. She does not want to use this method to intervene.

There was a sound from behind, Li Qiao calmly closed the mailbox, and when she turned her head to look, she saw Shang Yu walking in.

"Have you come back so early?" Li Qiao said while watching the screen. It was less than half past six.

Shang Yu responded and leaned over to prop up her chair, "What are you doing?"

Li Qiao stood up and replied without changing his face: "I just made a phone call with Sula Si."

The man hooked her shoulders and asked in a deep voice: "What are the arrangements for tomorrow afternoon?"

"Not for the time being." Li Qiao obediently followed him out of the laboratory, stepped into the elevator, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Shang Yu patted her shoulder deeply, "Take you to relax."

Li Qiao nodded and readily agreed.

Not long after, the two came to the living room, a burst of rich fruity fragrance floating around.

There are four or five plates on the coffee table, all of which are cut fruits.

Li Qiao sat down, picked up a fork and ate a piece of pineapple. The sweet and sour taste made her squint comfortably.

The dimmed warm light in the living room adds a little homey warmth to this moment.

If there weren't the annoying phone call in the middle of the night, Li Qiao would think that the ordinary life is quite worth looking forward to.

When Bai Yan called, it was one o'clock in the morning.

Li Qiao was already asleep, and was awakened by the vibration. She opened her eyes slightly confused, and it took a long time to react.

The phone on the bedside table was shining white, Li Qiao blinked, her tone was not very friendly, "Say."

Bai Yan blew a mouthful of cigarettes and laughed awkwardly, "Oh, you fell asleep so early?"

"Don't say hang up."

Li Qiao is irritated to get up, and has a grumpy temper when she can't sleep enough.

Bai Yan didn't dare to challenge her bottom line anymore, and said straightforwardly: "The monitoring period on August 12th is very interesting."

After that, he sighed again, "Or...you go to bed first, and I will tell you tomorrow morning?"

"Toot toot--"

Bai Yan looked at the phone and was dumbfounded: "..."

What the **** is this temper, just hang up when you say it? !

Li Qiao finished hanging up the phone, turned around and planned to go back to sleep. After closing her eyes for a few seconds, she reached out and touched the bed, only to realize that Shang Yu was not there.

The mattress is slightly cold, he should have been away for a long time.

Li Qiao blinked and quickly became sober. She looked back at the phone, frowned, squinted and called Bai Yan back, "What monitoring did you say?"

At that end, Bai Yan raised his head to dry half a bottle of beer, gritted his teeth and said: "You dare to call me next time, believe it or not, I will kill you in Nanyang?"

"Oh, what's the point of monitoring?"

Bai Yan is helpless, any coercion and temptation in front of Yanmeng K is almost nothing.

He rubbed his short hair and said angrily: "I asked someone to check the list of all the dead recorded by the British Empire Statistics Bureau in August of that year. Excluding the dead and old people, there were eleven deaths. Either rob, shoot, or jump off the building..."

Bai Yan breathed a sigh of relief, "Of these eleven people, three of them were shot dead, and the basic information is still under investigation."

Li Qiao got up and leaned against the head of the bed, her eyes filled with bloodshot eyes, staring at the night light in the corner for a few seconds, "Those who died are counted as well."

"Nearly a hundred people died. In those few years, the British emperor happened to have an outbreak of mad cow disease." Bai Yan flipped through the population list of the Bureau of Statistics, "Are you sure these people also need to be investigated?"

Li Qiao pulled up the quilt to cover half of her face and asked lazily, "If you killed someone, would someone find out that the deceased died by shooting?"

Bai Yan accepted the words in a kind-hearted manner, "No."

"Well, check it out."

Li Qiao was about to hang up again, Bai Yan said quickly, "Wait, I heard M said two days ago, are you coming to Myanmar for a business trip?"

"She said you believe it?"

Li Qiao frowned. Shi Luo is a walking microphone.

Bai Yan said with a meaningful smile, "I still persuade you to come, maybe you can watch a good show."

"For example?" Li Qiao was obviously lacking in interest, and asked casually without ups and downs in her tone.

Bai Yan pushed her cheek with the tip of her tongue, and said without sympathy: "M went to Myanmar on a business trip a few months ago and seemed to be in trouble during the trip. She didn't tell me much.

Later I sent someone to inquire about it. She seemed to be on the bar with an officer in the country. At that time, the two military ministries were conducting friendly exercises. She sent the officer's combat command map to the group..."