Chapter 222: Photo of female stock god

Chapter 222 Photos of the female stock goddess
At this time, Shang Yu looked down at the phone, and the parasol above his head cast a dark shadow on his cheeks, and even the faint bluish black under his eyelids was gradually evident.
Li Qiao flashed her mind, and stopped talking.
At a glance, he knew that he had not rested last night.
Probably something that happened in the dormitory still made him worry about it.
This man, pride and sensitivity coexist deep in his heart.
Some things just don’t tell the truth, but you don’t need to get to the bottom.
Li Qiao thought, but in the end she didn't ask anything. She put down the cup and looked far away without opening her eyes.
Not long after, Luo Yu's figure appeared in his vision.
She stood alone near the lawn in the middle of the mountain, holding the smoke in her hand, constantly swallowing clouds and fog.
Luo Yu smoked very quickly, and he clicked one after one end, which seemed a little upset.
Even the tough face is getting tighter.
Li Qiao was attentive for a while, and during this period, the speed of Luoyu's smoking continued, and the whole person fell into an unprecedented state of anxiety.
Just at this time, Shang Yu's magnetic voice came from her ears, "Luo Yu has been too smooth in the past few years. The blow of this assessment will inevitably make her feel frustrated."
Hearing the sound, Li Qiao withdrew his gaze, lightly tapping the tea cup with her finger, her eyes narrowed: "Is this also your intentional arrangement?"
Shang Yu put the phone on the table, leaning back in the chair lazily, "It's not entirely, she is proud and conceited to achieve such a result. I can't complain."
In the four assessments that ended in the morning, Luoyu ranked third overall. Such results are indeed surprising.
Li Qiao looked at Shang Yu's profound gaze, curling her lips to tease, "If Luo Yu heard your comment, I would probably smoke all the pack of cigarettes."
Shang Yu drew a faint smile across his eyes, then leaned forward, pushing the phone in front of Li Qiao with his shapely fingers, "Look at this."
Li Qiao was puzzled. As soon as he picked up the phone, he heard the man's low voice add: "Charles found the picture of the female stock goddess."
For a moment, Li Qiao's heartbeat accelerated.
She hadn't paid much attention to Charles's polite remarks before. At any rate, she was also a financial giant in the British Empire. She had a lot of opportunities and might not remember her small request.
Unexpectedly, Charles believed in his words and actually posted photos.
Li Qiao raised his eyes to look at Shang Yu, and seeing his eyes lowered gently, she looked at the phone with inexplicable emotion.
On the screen, is an old black and white photo that is yellowed.
A woman with curly hair was sitting in front of an old-fashioned piano, her fingers still beating the keys, but her cheeks turned to look in the direction of the camera, raising her eyebrows and smiling.
The attitude of playing the piano is clearly noble and elegant, but the expression with a light smile with raised eyebrows reveals openness and casualness.
Li Qiao carefully observed the photos, perhaps it was a long time ago, and many details in the screen became blurred.
The only thing worth noting is that the outlines between Li Qiao and the opponent's eyebrows overlap slightly, but that's all.
If they are similar, it is probably because the expressions in the eyebrows and eyes are unruly and frivolous.
If they are quite different, their facial features and facial features are indeed unique.
Li Qiao looked at it for a long while, then raised her phone to her cheek, and raised her eyebrows at Shang Yu, "Yan Ye, do you like it?"
The man didn't know when he lighted a cigarette. He pursed his lips and exhaled the mist. The hand holding the cigarette nodded to her in a lazy tone: "No. You are unique."
Li Qiao looked down and couldn't help laughing.
She put down the phone and looked at it again, then handed it to Shang Yu again, and said, "Can you send me a copy of the photo?"
Shang Yu took the phone and forwarded the photo.
Li Qiao stared at the photos in WeChat and gradually fell into thought.
Is there any connection between her and this female stock god?
...
In the evening, half past six.
The assessment of the four assistants is coming to an end.
Li Qiao has been sitting not far away and watching. She glanced at the scoring device on the computer and sighed.
Luoyu ranks third overall.
If it weren't for Mochizuki's accidental mistake in the game of capture and martial art, Luo Yu's ranking might be at the bottom.
From the first comprehensive ranking three years ago, to the second-to-last this year, I do not know how Luoyu will feel about this gap.
"Worrying about her?" At this moment, Shang Yu who was silent next to him suddenly spoke, staring at Li Qiao, his tone seemed playful and ridiculous.
Li Qiao knew who he was talking about, raised her eyebrows and smiled lightly: "Worry is not enough, but I think that such a result is not necessarily a bad thing for her. Maybe the next test will surprise the audience. Up."
A proud person like Luoyu will not allow himself to fail for too long.
Hearing the sound, Shang Yu faintly looked at Li Qiao, lazily raised his thin lips, and dropped a few words, "Then three years later... wait and see."
A three-year agreement, so he spoke with certainty.
As if never worried about whether they are still with each other in three years.
Li Qiao couldn't help feeling throbbing, staring at the man's profile with dazzling eyes, pursing his lips and saying yes.
...
The moon night was bright and clear, and dim yellow lights were lit around the mansion.
Near the mid-levels lawn, there was a figure sitting boldly on the steps from the back, with cigarettes and a lighter on the side of her leg, white mist floated from her mouth, and seven or eight cigarette butts accumulated on the ground.
Behind him, there are shallow footsteps from far to near.
With the smoke in the rain, he leaned back, leaning his elbows halfway up the stairs, his voice was dumb, "Don't disturb me, let me stay for a while."
Li Qiao walked behind her faintly, with one hand in her pocket, and her tone was flat: "Would you like to get you another pack of cigarettes?"
Luo Yu's eyes were stagnant, and when she turned around to see Li Qiao's figure, she quickly stood up and nodded: "Miss Li, why are you?"
She thought it was Liuyun them, so she didn't hesitate to speak.
Li Qiao's eyes fell, looking at the cigarette butts on the ground, and the corners of her lips were pulled, "If I don't come, you plan to keep smoking?"
Luo Yu lowered his head, hid the hand holding Yan behind him, and kicked the cigarette away from the ground with his toes, and said in a rather obscure tone: "Let Miss Li read the joke."
"This is not a joke." Li Qiao looked at the silent expression of the falling rain, curled her lips slightly, and shook her mouth forward, "Walk with me?"
Luo Yu glanced at her, dropped the cigarette in his hand on the ground, nodded, "Okay, please."
The night was thick, and the lights near the steps stretched the two figures obliquely.
Li Qiao walked unhurriedly, while Luo Yu was slightly behind by half a step, occasionally raising her eyes to look at her back.
"You have been sitting here alone for two hours, so you can't accept the results of today's assessment?" Li Qiao asked quietly.
Luo Yu drooped his eyelids, silently, and laughed at himself: "Even if I can't accept it, I can't change it. I am indeed inferior to others."
Li Qiao glanced at her slightly, "Have you thought about the reason?"
"What's the reason?" Luo Yu rolled her throat in confusion, her voice astringent.
Li Qiao raised her eyebrows and stared at the mountains immersed in darkness in the distance, and stood slowly, "You are not as good as others, but you are competitive and want to win."
　See you at 0 o'clock.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)