Outright Favoritism Chapter 870: : Late night call

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At eleven o'clock in the night, everything was silent.

Li Qiao was sleeping in Shang Yu's arms.

The bedroom is dark and dull, and you can only see the fuzzy outline when you open your eyes.

When Li Qiao was half dreaming and half awake, the vibrating sound from her mobile phone woke her up completely.

She frowned, Shang Yu patted her on the shoulder, and turned around and took the phone. It was an unfamiliar number in Myanmar.

The man bowed his head and kissed Li Qiao’s forehead, and swiped to answer, "Which one."

The end of the receiver is silent, but with a rapid and suppressed breathing, it looks strange in the middle of the night.

Shang Yu slowly raised his eyelids, waves in his eyes, but fleeting.

He slipped his Adam's apple and cut off the phone.

Li Qiao did not ask, nor did Shang Yu say that this strange call late at night was not even enough to stir up their desire for discussion.

……

Immediately afterwards, early the next morning, Li Qiao received a call from Shang Lu.

"Sister-in-law, you are a god." Shang Lu opened his mouth as a rainbow fart, "My mom...my mom really called me."

As soon as Li Qiao finished washing, when she heard Shanglu's name, she faintly replied, "What did your mother say?"

Shang Lu followed her words and said: "Ask me something about eleven years ago, and also asked me if I have contacted my eldest brother recently."

Li Qiaoping changed the subject without surprise, "How is Yunli?"

Shang Lu suffocated back, "It's okay, I'm alive."

You really can’t speak human words.

Li Qiao pressed her forehead, and before hanging up, she told Shang Lu, "Remember my words."

"Sister-in-law, don't worry, I won't talk nonsense."

After finishing the call, Li Qiao looked down at the phone and sent a message to Cheng Mo without any haste: At 8 o'clock tomorrow morning, hand over the materials of the late Duchess to the British Emperor Times.

Cheng Mo: Okay, ma'am.

Li Qiao turned off the screen, got up and walked to the balcony to look at the bright sky, her eyes were deep and she smiled slightly.

On this day, Ming Dailan decided to set off for the British Emperor.

She didn't buy the painting, her hands were empty, and she didn't even honor the jewelry that she had promised to Mrs. William and Mrs. Brown.

Before boarding the plane, Mingdailan threw the Myanmar mobile phone card into the trash can.

Depressed for three days, at this moment, she regained her usual dignity and elegance, but in those eyes, there was a dead silence and determination that no one could snoop.

In the engine room, Ming Dailan flipped through the magazine in her hand, and said softly, "I heard that your computer skills are superb?"

Yin Mo bent over, "It's okay."

Ming Dailan looked up from the magazine, glanced at her, and sighed softly: "Back to the manor, you can follow me for now."

Yin Mo tilted his head and spoke flatly, "What does Madam need me to do?"

Ming Dailan turned a page of the magazine and said, "Find out the list of all the Cavaliers who went to Parma with me back then."

"You don't believe what Landis said?"

Ming Dailan's eyebrows are drooping, not obvious, "You have too many questions."

"Sorry, ma'am."

……

After the Mingdailan flight took off, Li Qiao, who was in the hotel, also got the news.

She raised her eyes to the opposite side, raising her eyebrows: "Let Xiaohu go."

Bai Yan raised his head on the sofa and glanced down at her, "When are you going back?"

"Just these few days." Li Qiao lowered her head and poked her phone as if she was sending a message. After a while, she looked at Bai Yan again, and asked with her eyebrows, "What deal did you do with Shaoyan?" /

Bai Yan spread his hands together, confidently, "You sleep with him every day, why don't you ask him?"