Outright Favoritism Chapter 853: : Let her live to regret for life

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Shang Yu naturally didn't read the list. He focused on Shi Luo deeply, but some indistinguishable depths were brewing in his eyes.

Siro has an illusion of being calculated inexplicably, so I thought about it again, shouldn't the archbishop be able to calculate her?

After a while, Shang Yu went to the study.

Li Qiao opened the list again, thoughtful.

Siluo ate the sour plum and looked up at her, "Are you going to Burma?"

"Necessary?" Li Qiao didn't look up, her gaze fell on a Mrs. Andrew's name.

According to the information, Andrew is the deputy speaker of the House of Commons, and his wife has a close personal relationship with Ming Dailan.

Si Luo finished the last piece of sour plum, raised her hand and threw the small empty box into the trash can in the corner, looking back at Li Qiao, "Of course it is necessary. You can ignore the merger, but don't forget, Chai Ulman still has a lot of power in Myanmar."

"So?" Li Qiao raised her eyebrows while looking at Xi Luo's clear eyes.

Si Luo naturally reached out and took another box of sour plums on the coffee table, "Isn't it good to know yourself and the enemy? Zellman is currently solving the problem of the British imperial staff, while continuing to mess with them, killing two birds with one stone."

Li Qiao curled up her lips with a smile, "You don't have to go there in person if you mess up."

"It's really not cute." Silo curled her lips in a jealous manner, "Can you accompany me on a business trip?"

Li Qiao understands Shi Luo and simply jokingly said: "You didn't inform Shaoyan at that time, maybe it's possible."

Siluo's eyes stopped, and she shook her head with a sigh, "You are so heartbroken."

In less than half an hour, Xi Luo left the mansion with two boxes of sour plums.

Li Qiao sent her out, and then took the documents to the laboratory.

……

Last afternoon, Li Qiao received a call from Shang Zonghai. She looked at the caller ID and remembered that she called him yesterday but failed to get through.

On the mobile phone, Shang Zonghai’s voice is always gentle and restrained, "Girl, did you find me yesterday?"

"Well, I want to tell you something."

Shang Zonghai took a sip of tea, "Do you want to ask Yunli about the situation?"

"No." Li Qiao rubbed the corner of the table with her fingers, and quickly conveyed the Landis incident to him.

In the receiver, Shang Zonghai was silent for a while, and asked in a low tone: "Did you tell Shaoyan?"

Li Qiao lowered her eyelids, "No, now... may not be the right time."

If you tell Shang Yu now that everything is done by Xiao Hongdao, it may not be able to untie his knot, and it may even be counterproductive.

Shang Yu emphasizes his sentiment and has always believed that his failure caused the tragedy for many years.

If Ming Dailan hates him just because of distrust, to him, it is nothing more than a second injury.

At this time, Shang Zonghai sighed deeply, "You are right. Tell Shaoyan now, it really doesn't make sense."

"Dad..." Li Qiao whispered, as if hesitating, "I might do something next. Whether you agree or not, I will do it for the sake of less development."

Shang Zonghai gave a short laugh, "You girl is giving me a vaccination?"

Li Qiao pursed her lips, and her tone became colder and colder, "That's it. You and her husband and wife, she is Shaoyan's mother, you don't need to do it, but... I hope you don't stop me."

"Girl, do whatever you want. Shaoyan is your backer, and so is Dad." Shang Zonghai's eyes fell on the tea stand, long and deep, "But there is a premise, you have to promise me. "

Li Qiao asked what it was.

Shang Zonghai looked dazed, opened the drawer under the tea table, and took out a photo of quite a few years from it.

It was a family portrait. Shang Yu and Shanglu were standing behind him and Ming Dailan when they were teenagers. The lower right corner of the photo is worn out, which seems to be caused by frequent friction.

Shang Zonghai looked at the two sons in the photo, "Let her live, and the rest is up to you. No matter what, she is also Shaoheng's mother."

Li Qiao simply agreed to Shang Zonghai's request. She did not ask, but Shang Zonghai stated very calmly: "Only by living can she...repent for life."

Compared to a hundred, killing and punishing people is even more terrifying.

……

On the other side, Jingwan Villa.

On the weekend, Zong Yue should have been resting at home.

But because she and Li Jun are currently in a tepid state, Xu is evasive, so she thought about it and decided to work overtime at the company.

They didn't quarrel, they were still respectful.

But after a long time, she couldn't find the courage to break the boat.

Li Jun is not indifferent, and even after returning from the hospital, his attitude is a bit more eager than before.

But Zong Yue understood that he just wanted her to confess what she was really thinking.

He is unwilling to speculate and investigate, or is a way of not wanting to waste energy.

The more Li Jun is like this, the less Zong Yue doesn't want to say it.

Women are mostly duplicity, and they are nothing more than preference and attention.

Ke Li Jun, don't understand.

It was less than eleven o'clock, Zong Yue changed his clothes and looked at the silent self in the mirror. After a long time, he turned and walked out of the cloakroom.

She rummaged in her pocket for her mobile phone as she walked, and when she stepped down the steps, she dialed the phone of her grandfather Zong Hesong.

Zong Yue listened to the old man's hearty laughter, her heart sour, and she felt that she was particularly unfilial.

"Grandpa, I will see you next week."

Zong Hesong was even more happy when he heard that, "Is he busy at work? Come back when you have time. Don’t force yourself when you don’t have time. Grandpa is fine, you don’t have to worry about it."

Zong Yue didn't say much, afraid that he would cry.

Hang up the phone in a hurry, feeling incomprehensible.

"Do you want to return to the Imperial Capital?"

The door of the study room opened behind him, and Li Jun walked out wearing a simple sweater and trousers.

He is always well-dressed and never scrawls even at home.

Zong Yue glanced back at him, constricted, and continued downstairs, "Yeah."

Li Jun frowned, not happy with Zong Yue's indifferent attitude, "What date to go back? I'll accompany you."

"No need." This time, Zong Yue didn't look back, and couldn't hear any emotions in a light tone, "You are so busy, no trouble."

Li Jun's eyebrows did not stretch for a long time, followed Zong Yue in stride, and grabbed her wrist, "What are you doing?"

Zong Yue was in pain, frowned and tugged back, "Did I say I had a temper?"

Seeing her frowned, Li Jun quickly withdrew his hands, "You want to go back to the Imperial Capital, I didn't say not to accompany you. You have been like this after seeing your third uncle the day before yesterday, if I did not do well , You can tell, why do you need to be bored in your heart?"

"Why do you have to let me say, why don't you think about it yourself?" Zong Yue pursed his mouth and looked directly at Li Jun. The anger held in his heart also showed signs of rekindling, "Li Jun, actually married you for so long, Except for one more person to sleep at night, I am no different from being single."

Zong Yue's personality is not very hot, and even quarrels are soft-spoken.