Chapter 753: Has the key given to Yun?

  Chapter 753 Has the key given to Yun Li?
  Li Qiao did not intend to hide Yun Li from them from the beginning.
Seven sons and Yun Li are very familiar with each other. Once they meet unexpectedly, a little carelessness will put Yun Li in danger.
  Li Qiao briefly explained a few words, Xia Siyu put down the coffee cup with great care, his face was extremely ugly, "Is he brain-dead?"
  A few people cast their sights one after another, Xia Siyu's eyes flashed, a little embarrassed, and she said, "I mean Old Dog Shen..."
  At this moment, Luo Yu came back with a glass of milk. Li Qiao took it and said casually: "When he comes, you can ask in person."
   Regarding this, Su Moshi didn't laugh, Song Liao also scratched his head, holding a face and wondering what to say.
  The pointer walked half a circle, and Shen Qingye came to the cafe with a full body of alcohol.
  Xia Siyu drank several sips of coffee before suppressing the urge to beat him.
  Shen Qingye sat down with a chair hooked, pressed his thumb against his temple, and said indistinctly,
I have met a few old colleagues from the past with my dad. I’m late, don’t mind.

  Xia Siyu held the coffee cup with one hand, tilted Erlang's legs, and looked at Shen Qingye with nose not nose and eyes, and whispered critically: "Why didn't you drink to death."
  Shen Qingye didn’t hear clearly, and drunk his eyes vaguely approached her, "What did you say, dealer?"
  Xia Siyu pushed his head aside in disgust, and said something to stay away from me. In short, it doesn't look pleasing to the eye.
  This is anger.
  ……
  On the other side, in the underground parking lot of Boli Hotel, a man and a woman leaned out from a low-key black Jaguar.
  He Chen put on a windbreaker, stood there and stamped his feet, looking at Yin Mo near the driver’s door from the roof of the car, "This broken hotel is used by your Duke's Mansion to entertain VIPs?"
  Yin Mo keenly observed the monitoring points of the parking lot, without even looking at He Chen, "You can do it yourself."
  He Chen pinched his waist with one hand. He didn't know where he took out a cigarette and threw it into his mouth. When he lit it, he vaguely said: "If I'm leaving, are you sure you can explain to Xiao Yeyan?"
   Yin Mo pursed his lips, slapped him in the air, and walked directly toward the elevator without speaking.
  He Chen followed her unhurriedly, his eyes admiring her figure unscrupulously.
  Well, as long as you don’t speak, you are indeed a stunner.
  Yin Mo was walking in the front, but the unavoidable sight behind made her feel uncomfortable, and she might be able to punish her with a small punishment when she changed other people.
  It happened to be He Chen. He couldn't beat or scold him. Yin Mo had never seen such a shameless man.
  The two got into the elevator, and He Chen still had a cigarette in his mouth.
   Yin Mo frowned and tapped the sign on the wall.
  He Chen glanced at him, and spit out a large cloud of smoke, pressing down his handsome face and leaning in front of Yin Mo.
   "What are you doing?" Yin Mo turned sideways, squinting vigilantly.
  He Chen with his cigarette holder in his hand, smiled frivolously, "I'll give you the smoke."
   Yin Mo swallowed his throat, looked at his narrow eyes and sharp-angled jaw at close range, took a step back, and said, "Go away."
  He Chen chuckled, copied his trouser pocket with one hand, raised his right hand and pressed it on the car behind Yin Mo, "What should you use to block your mouth?"
  The distance between the two of them was getting closer, and Yin Mo instantly tightened like a frightened bird.
  Because of He Chen's flirtatious teasing, she thought of some hateful images.
   "He, Chen!" Yin Mo stared at him angrily, and slammed his fist into his handsome face uncontrollably, "You bastard."
  She used a lot of strength, but he intercepted her fist easily, less than one centimeter away from He Chen’s cheek, "So like to flirt with me?"
   Before the voice fell, the elevator door opened
  This famous scene, let alone the five sons, even Yin Mo was unexpected.
  Outside the elevator, the five sons headed by Li Qiao looked at them with different expressions. Inside the elevator, He Chen half-pressed Yin Mo, confining her between her body and the car.
  Shen Qingye stood at the back, drunkly pulling away Li Qiao, squinting his eyes and moving forward, "This beauty is so familiar..."
  Su Moshi covered his mouth from behind and forcibly dragged him back.
  Shen Qingye was speechless, apparently drunk.
  At this time, Li Qiao looked at He Chen with a faint gaze, and raised her eyebrows calmly. She didn't speak, and so did He Chen.
   Yin Mo seemed to want to speak, but He Chen circled her waist and pressed it in her arms.
  Li Qiao walked into the elevator, Yu Guang scanned the monitor diagonally above her eyes, and when the others had all walked in, she reached out and grabbed the gun from Song Liao's side waist, and fired a shot at the monitor without looking at it.
  The surveillance camera was smashed, and then Li Qiao looked sideways and shot another shot at the wire, and the red light for surveillance went out.
  Boli Hotel is a residence prepared by the Duke’s Mansion for the invited guests. You don’t need to think about it and know that these surveillances are enough to monitor everyone’s movements.
  In the elevator, there is silence.
   Then, Song Liao looked down at the empty holster on his side waist, raised his eyes dumbfoundedly, "Zizai...how do I report?"
  He is an Interpol, and he needs to report back to the headquarters to use a gun.
  How to write the reason?
  Seeing that the monitoring is not pleasing to the eye, shooting to vent your anger?
  Li Qiao put the gun into his hand expressionlessly, "Give me the bullet model."
  Song Liao gave a ‘oh’, opened the magazine and showed her, "51 type 25MM, more, spare."
  He Chen glanced at this scene, smacked his tongue, and muttered in his heart two words: Hanbi.
  "Let go of me..." At this moment, Yin Mo struggled twice in his arms, demanding in a dull voice.
  He Chen took down the burnt cigarette at the corner of his mouth, looked down at his head in his arms, "Be honest."
  What the fuck, so many people!
Except for Shen Qingye, who was drunk, Xia Siyu and others looked at Yin Mo as if nothing.
  Yin Lao Er, the seventh son of the border, hasn't seen him for many years, right?
  He was actually held in his arms by Nanyang Chen, and he seemed very close.
  Xia Siyu don't open her face, don't want to speculate too much, it will be useless except to increase the troubles.
  Su Moshi held the unsteady Shen Qingye with one hand, looked at the number of the elevator beating, and calmly said: "Out of the elevator, there are monitoring everywhere, there are limited bullets, you can't finish it."
  Li Qiao pursed her lips, looked directly at the elevator wall, and said quietly, "Is the key given to Yun?"
  Yin Mo pushed He Chen away hard, with a hint of expression in his eyes, trying to approach Li Qiao.
  But she couldn't think of it. In an instant, three arms lay between them and blocked her way.
  Su Moshi, Xia Siyu, Song Liao...
  The three of them put Li Qiao on their sides and stretched out their hands to prevent Yin Mo from approaching.
  This move is comparable to killing people.
  The light in Yin Mo's eyes extinguished instantly, as if covered in dust, gray and gloomy, she lowered her head, her voice was weak and self-deprecating, "Yes."
  Li Qiao tilted her head to look at Yin Mo, tugged at the corner of her mouth, and exclaimed: "Be careful in all things."
  Yin Mo raised his eyelids and ran into Li Qiao’s worried eyes, and smiled far-fetched, "Okay."
  (End of this chapter)