Chapter 932: Tie

   Chapter 932
  I don't know if it is because the mood has become more open after venting, or Li Qiao has changed. The heavy emotion that has been lingering on her face recently seems to have disappeared.
  Shang Yu's breath condensed slightly, he leaned over to hold her, and restrained his actions.
  Because of sweat on his body, even his shirt was wet.
  Li Qiao and the man looked at each other, as if they had understood his intentions, stepped forward with a slight smile, opened his arms and hugged his waist, "Can't stand?"
   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, and the corners of his lips curled up, "Well, hold me tight."
  Li Qiao tightened her arms graciously, gently rubbing his soft palms on his back, and asked again, "You won?"
   "It's not counted, it's just 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 while, then led her, and walked slowly towards the rest area inside the boxing room.
  Fortunately, the chair fixed on the floor was not destroyed by them.
  As soon as Li Qiao and Li Qiao sat down, a group of people hurried in 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 where they were arranged to stay was the Governor Baird’s Resort Hotel.
  At this time, Li San stepped forward, raising his eyebrows in a joking gesture, "Are you two turning your heads together?"
  He Chen sat on the floor slowly, raised his head faintly, he did not speak, but his eyes fell on Yin Mo in the crowd.
  Li San walked in front of 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 leaped up from the ground with Li San’s hand strength, probably because of his injury. He hissed, "I came here to watch the excitement?"
  Li San wrapped his arms around his chest, staring at He Chen's handsome and frivolous cheeks, Yu Guang glanced at Shang Yu's direction again, "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 Ye Ye."
  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 were no scars.
  Yin Mo said: "Not necessarily, Chen Ge 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."
Yun Li, 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 Yuye's exposed chest was marked with bruises, he was full of vigor and momentum.
  On the other hand, He Chen seemed to be innocent, but the long legs wrapped in the trousers kept shaking and couldn't stand still.
  It has to be about winning or losing, Yan Ye is slightly better.
   are real brothers in the end, there is no injury to each other's faces, and they probably hit invisible places with one punch and one kick.
  ……
Not long after, Li Qiao and Shang Yu left the boxing gym first.
   Wei Ang followed them dazedly, not forgetting to report the battle to Shang Zonghai during the period.
  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 didn’t see blood, I...see blood.

  His nose was bleeding from a 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?
  Each of them placed a bet and they all bet Yanye 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 to win?"
  Yin Mo looked at his profiled 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 bit depressed, this guy can still tie him with his unstable mind, if he is in the best condition...
   Outside the gate of the boxing gym, his confidant A Yong did not know where he came out, "Brother Chen, is it a tie?"
  He Chen glanced at him, "Very insightful."
  Ayong immediately rubbed his hands, 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, just now everyone bet on black shirts...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!
  ……
   River Valley Promenade, He Chen leaned on the railing and lowered his head to smoke.
  He had weak legs, so 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, is your tone gloating 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 fine." 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 on 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 figure slowly coming by the entrance of the corridor, 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 your godson will be disabled." Up."
  After finishing the call, He Chen stuffed the phone into his trouser pocket and continued to smoke with his eyelids lowered.
  A shallow footstep from far to near, He Chen turned a deaf ear, but a melodious arc appeared on the edge of his thin lips.
  Then, the other party walked in front of him without any intention to stay.
  He Chen instantly clamped the cigarette in his hand, the stretched tone was a bit dangerous, "Stop—"
  The footsteps stopped, it was Yin Mo.
  She turned her eyes back, staring at He Chen without raising her head, and asked indifferently: "Are you still... okay?"
  He Chen flicked the cigarette in his hand and raised his handsome face in slow motion, "Can't see it?"
  (End of this chapter)