Chapter 186: If you want to know in the future, you can just ask me

If you want to know after Chapter 186, you can directly ask me
"Luo Yu told you?" Shang Yu closed the collar of his shirt, tilted his head to look at Li Qiao, his eyes deep.
Hearing this, Li Qiao was noncommittal, slowly raising her legs, her eyebrows hung with a hint of publicity, "Don't care who told me, I know myself and the enemy."
Shang Yu condensed her deeply, with a faint smile on her thin lips, and squeezed her shoulders with a hint of hoarse tone: "If you want to know in the future, you can just ask me."
Li Qiao looked at him suspiciously, and the man who had just woke up had a trace of laziness between his eyebrows and eyes.
The original flat black shirt was dyed with a little folds, and the broken hair was blocking the forehead, showing wild unruly, but it was also softer after healing.
Li Qiao flashed her god, forcibly averted her eyes, and jokingly said: "If you say that, then I have to make a list. After all, there seems to be a lot of secrets in Master Yan."
Such as the dark hall, such as Pama, such as the Shang family...
At this moment, the man's Adam's apple was rolling, laughing thickly, rubbing her hair, pampering and indulging: "Then I... wait and see."
After lunch, Li Qiao and Shang Yu brought out the door.
Walking out of the hall of the mansion, Shang Yuqi's long and broad back paused in front of the door, looking at the distant mountains, then slowly turned around, and opened his palm towards Li Qiao, who was one step behind.
After confirming the relationship, holding hands and embracing such trivial matters also became handy.
Li Qiao pursed her lips and handed her palm forward, letting his generous, dry palm wrap her fingertips.
The two people, black and white, held the car in their hands, and even the sun became more dazzling.
...
While driving, Li Qiao leaned against Shang Yu's side, looking calmly out of the window with a light look of admiring the scenery.
By the way, her cell phone buzzed in her pocket from time to time, abruptly destroying the quiet atmosphere in the carriage.
"Why don't you answer the phone?" At this time, Shang Yu's gaze fell on Li Qiao playfully, his thin lips raised lightly, revealing a bit of depth.
Li Qiao said ‘ah’, and said without any psychological burden:
The selling agent, don’t care.

Selling agent Li San: "..."
In fact, from last night to now, Li San’s news has never stopped.
WeChat, text messages, phone calls, video calls, and voice calls, all contact channels continue to "harass" Li Qiao.
The general content is nothing more than persuading her to stay away from Shang Shaoyan, they are inappropriate, and feelings can't force such nonsense.
Later, Li Qiao was too troubled. When he arrived at Yanhuang Group, he directly sent him a sentence, which ended the topic: He will be your future brother-in-law.
Li San, who was far away on the border, was about to run away.
...
At four o'clock that afternoon, Luo Yu drove Li Qiao's car back from the Dongjiao Stadium.
She took the car key to the chairman's office and found Li Qiao and Shang Yu sitting in the lounge area with a medical medicine box on the table, applying medicine to his palm.
Luo Yu flashed her eyes, quickly don't open her eyes, put down the key and hurried out the door.
At this time, the afternoon sun was fine.
Li Qiao grasped Shang Yu's fingers and wiped the wound on his palm with an iodophor cotton swab.
In the center of his palm, there were two soy-sized scars, which looked like burns, and the blisters broke. Yesterday, it was rained again, and the skin and flesh tissues turned white.
Shang Yu sat beside Li Qiao, his eyes lazily looking at her serious and focused expression.
Neither of them spoke, and the sunlight shone on them, revealing a warm and peaceful atmosphere.
After Li Qiao cleaned up the wound, she glanced at him, and said without a smile, "Master Yan, is this a hot cigarette?"
Although she does not smoke, she has seen people around her arms burn fireworks with cigarette butts at the border.
The wound in Shang Yu's palm was not so uniform, but the shape was similar.
At this time, Shang Yu stretched his joints, his black eyes under his brow bones slightly burnt, "Is it clear?"
(End of this chapter)