Outright Favoritism Chapter 876: : Shang Shaoyan is jealous!

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But now, Ming Dailan's heart is mixed and unspeakable.

This may not be an emphasis, but...a disguised use.

Xiao Hongdao, who is very deep in the city mansion, has eyeliners all over the place. Would he not know what happened in Diancheng?

At the moment when Xiao Hongdao raised her head, Ming Dailan turned around and walked towards the tea table, avoiding his gaze vaguely, "It's not a big deal, Mrs. Andrew was in a painting exhibition. I wanted to buy it. Give it to her, it's a pity... the other party doesn't sell it."

Xiao Hongdao rubbed the tea cup, his eyes fixed on Ming Dailan's back, "It's just a painting, if you can't buy it, just pick a more expensive one and give it to her, why bother yourself."

Ming Dailan didn't speak, and poured the tea slowly.

Xiao Hongdao smiled, got up and put the tea cup on the corner of the table, walked to her and patted her on the shoulder, softly soothing, "Don't think too much, not everyone is as knowledgeable as you."

Ming Dailan shook her hand and spilled tea on the table.

She forced herself to calm down, but she couldn't help but start to compare.

The biggest difference between Xiao Hongdao and Shang Zonghai is that he understands women's hearts very well.

He can even read what she wants to hear and what she wants from her subtle expressions.

Shang Zonghai does not possess all of this.

Thirty years ago, if Xiao Hongdao was a gentle noble son, then Shang Zonghai was a domineering hardliner.

The warmth she couldn't feel in Shang Zonghai, Xiao Hongdao gave her unreservedly.

Like sugar-coated shells wrapped in poppies, addictive and obsessed.

Ming Dailan closed her eyes, the emotional fluctuations made her speak into a tremor, "It is indeed me...thinking too much."

Xiao Hongdao's eyes changed silently.

He looked at Ming Dailan's repressed and forbearing expression, and slightly squeezed her arm with his palm, "Go, go back to the room and rest. No matter what happened in Diancheng, it has passed."

Ming Dailan took a deep breath, pressed down the hatred between her brows, turned around and prepared to leave.

The atmosphere in this room made her breathless.

However, as soon as she held the doorknob, Xiao Hongdao faintly voiced his own voice, "You are in Diancheng, have you seen your elder son?"

Ming Dailan paused for two seconds, then turned around suspiciously, "You mean... Shaoyan?"

She unconsciously changed her name, and Xiao Hongdao's mouth was filled with a deep smile, "Someone saw him and Li Qiao in Diancheng, I thought you had met?"

Ming Dailan said no, Xiao Hongdao nodded unhurriedly, "It's fine if they don't, if they add a blockage to you, I can't just leave it like that."

"Give me a block, how easy it is."

Ming Dailan walked out of the tea room with a chuckle, and the door slowly closed, which also blocked the inscrutable expression of Xiao Hongdao.

He rubbed his fingertips without showing any expression.

……

The next day, Li Qiao and his party returned to Nanyang from Diancheng.

Parting at the airport, Bai Yan stood under the gangway and handed Shang Yu a cigarette, "Do you need to help you find out who leaked the news?"

The man took the cigarette, curled his lips and declined his proposal, "No need."

Bai Yan's action of lighting a cigarette, squinted, "Don't tell me you leaked it on purpose?"

Shang Yu raised his eyelids and turned around, "Draw a contract and give it to me as soon as possible."

Speaking of this, Bai Yan looked towards the gangway, "You didn't tell her the details of our transaction?"

"It is worth mentioning?"

Bai Yan's expressionless face, isn't it worth mentioning?

He snorted, "Without her, we must be enemies."

Shang Yu raised his eyebrows slightly, pursing his lips in an air, "With her, it's okay."

Bai Yan stopped speaking and spread his hands toward the gangway, "Hurry up."

Shang Yu bent his lips, holding the unlit cigarette, turned around to pick up the stairs, and walked a few steps, his figure paused slightly, his head tilted towards Bai Yan, "She doesn't like fried rice."

"What..." Bai Yan also understood the meaning of this sentence, and the man in front of him had already paced upward again.

Bai Xiaoniu looked at Shang Yu with admiration, feeling that he had the style of Big Brother Black Dao.

At the very least, people don't sell fried rice, and their demeanor and demeanor are filled with the word "big guy".

Bai Yan pondered the last words of Shang Yu, and quickly came to a conclusion: Heh, Shang Shaoyan of Gouri is jealous.

……

At noon, the plane landed in Nanyang.

Li Qiao stepped off the plane with sour plum slices in it. At the same time, the latest newspaper of the British Times published a blockbuster news.

The former Duchess of Childman died unexpectedly, and the medical report of the former duchess half a year before her death was published. She was not seriously ill and was in good health.

The British Emperor Times is the largest mainstream media in the country. Once this news appeared in the newspapers, it caused an uproar.

Ming Dailan immediately learned the ins and outs from Yin Mo's mouth.

She looked at the newspaper in her hand in a daze, raised her head, her eyes confused, "Isn't that... she died of a heart attack?"

Yin Mo pursed her lips, looked back at the closed door, and whispered: "As far as I know, the former wife has no history of heart disease and no family genetic disease. She was buried in a hurry on the night of her death. "

"What about her family? Haven't questioned it?"

Ming Dailan doesn't know much about the former duchess. After she married Shang Zonghai, she heard that Xiao Hongdao married a well-known noble daughter.

Yin Mo squinted at Mrs. Xiao and shook his head, "As you know, few people dare to question the announcement made by the Childman family."

Ming Dailan's premonition was very bad, she had an idea ready to come out, but she forced it back.

Xiao Yehui, who was in the study, was holding the newspaper tightly, his expression gloomy.

Only Xiao Hongdao, who heard the news, sat in the tea room, picked up his mobile phone, and dialed the phone.

"Let the news out." His low and slow voice seemed to say that the weather was good, "Also, how is Diancheng?"

"..."

Hearing the sound, Xiao Hongdao shook his head faintly, "It's more than a failure, Bai Mingyin keeps this kind of waste, which insults his commander's reputation, find an opportunity to help him deal with it."

"..."

Xiao Hongdao made some deployment in a low voice, cut off the phone and looked at the hazy sky outside the window, and sighed sadly, "It's really stupid."

Not long after, Yin Zhihong hurried to the tea room, "Sir, there are many reporters outside the manor..."

Xiao Hongdao held the tea holder and pressed his wrist without raising his head, "Sit down."

Yin Zhihong was puzzled, but still bent over to take his seat, "Sir, your orders."

"I can't talk about it." Xiao Hongdao put down the tea holder and pushed the teacup in front of him, "What is Ahui doing?"

Yin Zhihong thought for a while, "The old man is in the study, and he may be hurt by the scene."

Back then, the relationship between the eldest son and his mother was very good. The former duchess died overnight, and he was depressed for a long time.

Xiao Hongdao felt ridiculous about his words, frowning, "His biggest problem is his emotional use. It seems... it still has to be tempered."