Chapter 204: What kind of sorrow is this?

Chapter 204 What is the name of anger?
Seeing this, Tu Anliang stopped his movements, grabbed Li Qiao's hand with his fingertips, and said with a wicked smile: "Little beauty, suddenly pulling my hand, you want to beg for mercy...Ah!!!"
Two fingers were broken at the same root.
Tu Anliang didn't even prepare, and Li Qiao broke his finger in the opposite direction.
The pain of Shizhilian's heart, even a hard bandit like him, can't stand it at all.
Tu Anliang's brain went blank, and beads of sweat burst out of his forehead, and he held his hands and backed away.
Looking at Li Qiao again, she was picking up the paper from the coffee table in disgust, and constantly wiping her palm.
Tu Anliang has been used to being arrogant in this life, and has never been punished like this.
With bloodshot eyes, he fell on the sofa with his hands, staring at Li Qiao, wishing to scratch her, "Fuck you..."
Tu Anliang couldn't even say what he said, because it hurts too much.
At this moment, Li Qiao stood on the spot, wiped her hands and threw the tissue into the trash can.
She looked at Tu Anliang expressionlessly, walked slowly over, raised her slender right leg and stepped on his chest, forcefully, condescendingly: "Remember my words, don't fight Jiugong's idea."
Tu Anliang was stepped on her chest and leaned against the sofa embarrassedly. Because of the compression of her chest, she vented more and less.
This humiliation of being stepped on made Tu Anliang mad, but the pain of breaking his fingers almost took away his whole body.
Li Qiao crushed his chest severely, retracted his leg and stood up again, returning to his faint expression.
She turned around and walked outside the door. As she pushed the door, she looked back at the hideous Tu Anliang, "I am Li Qiao."
When the words were over, Li Qiaoyun left lightly.
The three men outside the door were unknown, so they rushed into the room after she left.
At this time, Tu Anliang's face was pale, and he was panting for breath with his hands.
Facing the dumbfoundedness of his subordinates, he kicked the coffee table abruptly and roared, "Go check it out for me, who is Li Qiao--"
This account is endless!
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Half an hour later, Li Qiao sat in the coffee shop and occasionally took a sip of coffee, while Luo Yu sat opposite her and whispered.
At this moment, Li Qiao lazily held the phone, and was sending a WeChat message with Shang Yu.
This time he went out and didn't know where he went.
It took a long time to come back after a week.
At this time, Luoyu said: "The fire in Evernight City is not serious. I just let them burn one of their air-conditioning plug-in units. After the fire truck came, it was extinguished in less than three minutes."
Li Qiao poked the screen and absently said "Oh".
Obviously, the mind is on the screen.
At the same time, Shang Yu sat in the business hall of the Parma Eight-Star Hotel, listening to the innovation and layout of the Artificial Intelligence Industry Conference, occasionally giving Li Qiao a message back.
On both sides of his body, sitting with flowing clouds and chasing wind.
The chasing wind, which hadn't been seen for a long time, sat on Shang Yu's right hand side. Although facing forward, Yu Guang fell on Shang Yu's phone page without fear.
WeChat remarks: BabyGirl
What kind of sorrow is this? !
After chasing the wind upwards, glancing at the man's arrogant and cold cheeks, it is difficult to adapt to such a contrast.
So, he now wants to know if this BabyGirl is the girl he wanted to chase before.
Zhuifeng continued to spy on Shang Yu's screen with his peripheral light, and then saw such a conversation.
BabyGirl: The first day Yan Ye was away, miss him!
Shang Yu: Good, come back this weekend.
BabyGirl: [Withered][Withered]
Seeing this, Chaifeng felt that his sour teeth had fallen.
The times are different. The elders of their family will send WeChat to coax girls, and he has been single for two months.
Zhuifeng felt very uncomfortable, so he turned his gaze and took out his phone, flipped through his WeChat friends, and wanted to find a girl to chat with.
Then, the man's low voice came in his ear: "After the meeting, I will sort out a meeting minutes and give it to me."
(End of this chapter)