Chapter 852: Retreat

   Chapter 852
  In less than a minute, Luoyu exited the living room.
  Liuyun is also holding the vase fragments, ready to buy the same style.
  The burning clouds gradually dissipated, and Li Qiao's eyes floated.
  Shang Yu folded his legs lazily and looked forward with a very playful tone, "He even made you fried rice?"
  The white inflammation of the thunderstorm.
  Li Qiao drew circles on her knees with her fingers, "His main business is selling fried rice."
  The man continued to ask his soul, "Eat his fried rice often?"
   "No." Li Qiao curled her lips in disgust, "Just once."
  Choose the green onion for ten minutes.
  Since then, she never eats Baiyan's fried rice again.
  The confidant of the loss of Yanmeng is taking care of his business in Feicheng, otherwise the ancestral fried rice stall will be turned into an early yellow.
Shang Yu nodded inexplicably, "Not delicious?"
  Li Qiao replied kindly, "It's not very tasty."
   "Hmm." The man's thin lips lifted slightly, "Don't eat anymore then."
  ……
  That night, Li Qiao went to the laboratory after eating.
  She and Su Laosi will make video calls every day to communicate with each other.
  On the table of the experiment platform, Su Moshi's handsome face was lit up on the video call page.
  He took off the glasses on the bridge of his nose and asked with a gentle smile, "Did you go to the border yesterday?"
   "Well, I came back today." Li Qiao glanced at her phone while typing on the computer keyboard, "Have you heard of Mrs. Xiao's usual movements in the British Empire?"
  Su Mo raised his eyebrows and thought for a while,
rarely, before the fireworks festival, the Zellman family does not often show up. If you talk about Mrs. Xiao’s movements... I’m afraid you have to ask other congressmen’s ladies.

   "For example?"
"The Zellman family has a lot of staff in the House of Commons. I heard that Mrs. Xiao has a better relationship with several members of the House of Representatives. As you know, the British emperor’s group of ladies like to drink tea and listen to concerts when they are fine, Mrs. Xiao not excluded."
  Li Qiao poked her forehead with her finger, "Is there a list?"
   "I can ask my dad to find out." Su Moshi added with a chuckle, "Just let him make up for the mistake he made before."
Li Qiao smiled and said that it would not be enough. The two chatted a few more about Yun Li's current situation. Before ending the call, Su Moshi reminded him, "By the way, that Mr. Jin has gone, you see him help I thank him."
   "Why don't you tell him?" She didn't know the year of the monkey when she saw Jin Rong.
  Su Moshi jokingly said: "He said he was going to Nanyang to see his daughter."
  Li Qiao: "..."
  Not long after, Li Qiao posted a transaction order worth 30 million yuan on the black market website. After exiting the website, she looked at the time in the lower right corner. It was already eight o'clock in the evening and Parma was already zero.
  Li Qiao gave up the idea of ​​calling Shang Zonghai, looked at the screen of the phone, and thoughtfully turned out Shi Luo's phone number.
  It's nine o'clock in the night when I'm busy.
  Li Qiao shrugged her shoulders to stretch her muscles and bones, turned off the computer and went to the study.
  At this time, Shang Yu was still busy.
  Li Qiao didn't bother him. After pulling a chair, she sat next to her and occasionally looked at her phone and occasionally at him.
  The man is not busy at work, but is interpreting the interference and afterimages on the quartz memory chip.
  The symmetrical fingers of the joints held the microscope, and the hair on the forehead fell down at the moment of lowering his head, covering Qingjun's brow bone.
  Li Qiao watched for a while, and unconsciously reached out his hand to poke away his broken hair.
  This action attracted Shang Yu's attention.
  He lifted his head from the microscope, his eyes were gentle and a smile, "Bored?"
  Li Qiao shook her head and raised her chin to the microscope, "You continue."
  The man pushed the microscope away, and pulled off the collar casually, "Is there anything that happened to Feicheng this time?"
  "What can happen?" Li Qiao asked, leaning against the armrest, with a natural expression.
  Shang Yu leaned on the backrest, gently rubbing his thumb along the line of her jaw,
It’s fine if it’s all right.

  He seemed to be careless in this question, and Li Qiao did not overthink it.
  She was worried about Shang Yu's questioning, and simply yawned, "Then you are busy, I will go back to sleep first."
  Shang Yu watched her figure out of the study, with thin lips slightly hooked, and eyes deep as ink.
  ……
  After a day, the weekend.
  Si Luo came uninvited and walked into the living room of the mansion at nine o'clock in the morning in high-heeled boots.
  She was carried in a leather bag on her arm, revealing a document.
  Luo Yu gave her a cup of tea, Shi Luo looked at the stairs, "That kid is still sleeping?"
   "No, Madam is eating, and she will come soon."
After half a cup of tea, Li Qiao appeared in the living room unhurriedly.
  She was holding a box of sour plums in one hand, eating while walking, and saw Shi Luo tearing her lower lip, "Looking for me?"
   Shi Luo stared at the sour plum box in her hand and swallowed her saliva. It was not a glutton, but a conditioned reflex.
  Li Qiao caught the small movement of her throat, twisted the lid, and threw it at her casually.
  Siluo received it, opened it and ate a slice, "I've checked what you want."
  She took the granulated sugar from her fingertips, took out the papers from her purse and put them on the coffee table, and then leaned on the sofa holding a box of sour plums to eat.
  Li Qiao opened the file and glanced at it, smiling somewhat ironically,
She has been in the British Empire for so many years, but she has never made friends less.

"Look carefully." Silo reminded lisp: "The last page of the list can only be regarded as friendship. Somehow she is the old princess, who has a high self-esteem, and she does not pay attention to nobles below the earl in.
  It is estimated that the eight noble ladies on the first page are the ones who can be included in her circle of friends, and the husbands of those noble ladies hold an important position in the House of Commons. "
  Li Qiao closed the file, raised her eyebrows at Xi Luo, "Thanks."
   "You are welcome." Silo lowered her head and smelled the sour plum box. "Are you ready to go to Myanmar on a business trip with me in three days?"
  The voice fell, and footsteps came from outside the hall.
  Shang Yu walked into the living room with a glass of freshly squeezed juice in his hand. With a cold glance, he saw Li Qiao sitting dry on the sofa, while Shi Luo on the opposite side kept her sour plum box in her mouth.
   "What are you doing here?" Shang Yu handed the juice to Li Qiao, then leaned over and took out a box of fresh plums from the small drawer of the coffee table.
  Siluo answered without looking up, "Talk to her about something."
   "Go to Myanmar?"
Shi Luo said yes, and then rolled her eyes and added: "Archbishop, she really has to go with me. If the second negotiation fails, the gene company will lose hundreds of millions of shares. This responsibility is too great. I can't bear it. Up."
  Li Qiao squinted at her, "I am humble."
  Siluo looked at the file in her hand in a serious manner, and said, "If you don't believe it, you can show me the information about the merger and acquisition."
  Li Qiao: "..."
  This information definitely cannot be shown to Shang Yu.
  The man heard the sound and cast his eyes, Li Qiao lowered his eyelids, and handed the information to Shang Yu, "Look?"
  Siluo couldn't help nodding her head with sour plum slices.
  Wonderful, advance with retreat.
  The information is the list of Mrs. Xiao’s social circles in the British Emperor. Although I don’t know what Li Qiao is going to do, Mrs. Xiao must be out of luck.
  (End of this chapter)