Outright Favoritism Chapter 932: : Tie

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I don't know if it is because Li Qiao's mood has become more open after venting, or Li Qiao has changed. The heavy emotion that has lingered on her face recently seems to have disappeared.

Shang Yu breathed slightly, bent over to hug her, and restrained his actions.

Because of his sweat, even his shirt was wet.

Li Qiao and the man looked at each other, as if they understood his intentions, stepped forward with a slight smile, opened her arms and hugged his waist, "Can't stand anymore?"

Her initiative seemed to give Shang Yu a great encouragement.

The man bent his body and hugged her, the thin sweat from the neck rubbed against Li Qiao's cheeks, closing his eyes and curling the corners of her lips, "Well, hold me tight."

Li Qiao tightened her arms in a kind-hearted manner, gently rubbing his soft palms on his back, and asked again, "You won?"

"Not counted as a tie."

Shang Yu's eyes were gentle, but the long fight still made him a little exhausted.

The man couldn't bear to put all the weight on Li Qiao's body, hugged her for a short time, then led her, and walked slowly towards the rest area inside the boxing room.

Fortunately, the chair fixed to the floor was not destroyed by them.

As soon as Li and Qiao sat down, a group of people rushed in from outside the boxing room.

Looking around, they are all acquaintances.

Li San and Yun Li walked right in front, seeing the scene in the boxing room, their expressions were difficult to express.

The hotel they were arranged to stay in happened to be the Governor Baird’s Resort Hotel.

At this moment, Li San stepped forward and raised his eyebrows jokingly, "Are you two fighting each other?"

He Chen, sitting on the floor slowly, raised his head faintly. He didn't speak, but his eyes fell on Yin Mo in the crowd.

Li San walked to He Chen, bent over and stretched out his hand, blocking his sight impartially, "I just heard that you were fighting in the boxing gym, I thought it was a rumor."

He Chen jumped up from the ground with Li San's hand strength. It may be a painful injury. He hissed, "I came here to watch the excitement?"

Li San put his hands around his chest, staring at He Chen's handsome and frivolous cheeks, and Yu Guang glanced at Shang Yu's direction, "The main reason is to see which of you wins and which loses."

Shen Qingye thought he mumbled quietly: "Brother Chen is sitting on the ground, I guess he was beaten on the ground by Master Yan."

Xia Siyu took the opportunity: "It's possible."

Only Yin Mo carefully observed He Chen's unblemished cheeks, and then vaguely swept across the front of his open shirt. The honey-colored chest was well-structured, and there was also no wound.

Yin Mo said: "Not necessarily, Brother Chen was not injured."

Hearing this, Shen Qingye gave her a light punch in the shoulder, "Yin Lao Er, don't crow mouth, I just bet Yan Ye one million outside the door, Yan Ye must win."

Yunli, who was silent for a long time, quickly saw the clues.

He leaned on the door frame and said in a small voice: "His injuries are all on his legs."

Although Shang Yuli's exposed chest has obvious bruises, his whole body is full of vigour.

On the other hand, He Chen seemed to be fine, but the long legs wrapped in the trousers were shaking all the time, and they couldn't stand still.

If you have to talk about winning or losing, Master Yan is slightly better.

They were real brothers. They didn't hurt each other's faces. They probably hit invisible places with one punch and one kick.

……

Not long after, Li Qiao and Shang Yu left the gym first.

Wei Ang followed them dazedly, not forgetting to report the battle to Shang Zonghai during the period.

I don’t know what the other party asked, Wei Ang sucked on his red nose, and said in a dull voice: "Young Master and Chen have not seen blood, I...see blood."

His nose was bleeding from the punching bag.

Li Qiao let Luo Yu open a suite in the hotel and walked slowly into the elevator with Shang Yu.

Shen Qingye and others who were still in the boxing gym couldn't help looking at each other.

Who loses and who wins?

Every one of them placed a bet, and they all bet Yan Ye to win.

Li San stepped forward and patted He Chen on the shoulder, "Can you still walk?"

He Chen shrugged, calmed his breath, and walked towards the door step by step.

In a blink of an eye, he and Yin Mo passed by, walking slowly, looked forward, and asked a little arrogantly, "Who do you bet on to win?"

Yin Mo looked at his profiled side face, his eyes flickered, but he said bluntly, "Yan Ye."

He Chen strode away with trembling legs.

A word floated clearly in the air: Fuck!

He and Shaoyan are equal.

And in order to let him completely vent, He Chen did not show mercy.

But whether it is the explosive power of the muscles or the speed of punching, Shaoyan is indeed faster.

The sandbag in the first boxing room was broken by Shang Yu.

He Chen is a little depressed. This unsteady mind can still tie him. If he is in the best condition...

Outside the boxing gym, his confidant A Yong didn't know where he came out, "Brother Chen, is it a tie?"

He Chen glanced at him, "Very insightful."

A Yong rubbed his hands immediately, overjoyed, "Then wait for me for two minutes and I will collect the bet."

He Chen squinted his eyes, pinched his waist, took a sigh of relief, and repeated slowly, "Gamble, money?"

"You don't know, everyone bet on black shirts just now...that is, Master Yan won, and only I bet to tie." A Yong grinned slyly, "I knew that Master Yan would definitely be merciful."

CNM!

……

He Chen leaned on the railing and smoked on the river valley promenade.

With weak legs, he took out his cell phone lazily and dialed the phone.

"Have you talked with Li Qiao?"

Shang Zonghai drank tea comfortably, and said warmly: "I've talked. How are you, I heard that you got a tie?"

He Chen took a big puff of cigarette, "Master, are you gloating in your tone or do you think I should lose?"

Shang Zonghai laughed loudly and said: "I thought you would win. It seems that even if Shaoyan is on his mind, he will not make too low-level mistakes."

"It's OK." He Chen frowned disgustedly, "You still don't know what your son's virtue is? Compliment him in front of me. This is favoring one over the other."

The old **** of Shang Zonghai was sipping tea in the ground, "Knowing that you are working hard, when the girl and Shaoyan finish talking, you also come to the other courtyard."

He Chen was silent for a short while, looking at the slowly walking figure at the entrance of the promenade, holding his mobile phone indifferently: "I have something to do, so I won't go. You can ask Wei Ang to send me some medicine as soon as possible, or you will be your son It's going to be disabled."

After finishing the call, He Chen stuffed the phone into his trouser pocket and continued to smoke with his eyelids lowered.

He Chen turned a deaf ear to a shallow footstep from far to near, but his thin lips showed a melodious arc.

Then, the other party walked in front of him without any intention of staying.

He Chen instantly clamped the cigarette in his hand, his stretched tone was a little dangerous, "Stop--"

The footsteps stopped, it was Yin Mo.

She turned sideways and looked back, staring at He Chen without raising her head, and asked indifferently: "Are you still... okay?"

He Chen flicked off the cigarette **** in his hand and raised his handsome face in slow motion, "Can't see it?"