Chapter 306: Surprise every time

Chapter 306 has surprises every time
Four hours later, at 11 midnight local time, the Yanhuang special plane arrived at Parma International Airport.
Li Qiao sat by the porthole of the engine room, looking at the dimly yellow night below, her eyes flickering.
The cabin door opened and a group of people walked out.
Parma, located in the waters of the Pingyang Peninsula, is surrounded by the sea on three sides and has pleasant scenery in all seasons. It belongs to a standard temperate maritime climate.
The moment he stepped out of the cabin door, warm and humid air rushed toward his face.
Not far away, three European cars have been waiting for a long time.
And just below the gangway, stood a man about 30 years old.
The other party was dressed in a capable gray suit and looked up solemnly. Seeing the two of Shang Yu walking out of the cabin, he respectfully called: "Young Master, Miss Li."
This person, named Wei Ang, was one of Shang Zonghai's confidants. Li Qiao had met him in the Nanyang Mansion.
After getting in the car, Wei Ang sat in the co-pilot and looked back, "Master, should I go back to the old house first or..."
"Go back to the other yard." Shang Yu commanded in a deep voice, and Wei Ang flashed a flash, without saying much, after signaling to the driver, the three cars drove out of the apron.
Soon, the car drove to the airport exit, and a VIP special customs inspection booth came into view.
The routine inspector looked at the small flags dancing in the wind on both sides of the front of the car, quickly walked to the position of the co-pilot, bent over to the car window, and did not continue the inspection process at all, but waved his arms to signal the gate to release people. .
This is probably the status symbol of Shang in Parma, completely out of the scope of all the rules.
...
On the way back, Li Qiao watched the night view of Parma lazily.
Large tracts of street vegetation pass by, and the tall buildings on both sides are also covered with bright neon lights.
The streets are clean and dusty, and they look very quiet and peaceful at night.
Nearly 12:30 in the night, three cars drove into the other courtyard near Mount Piper.
A whole piece of European-style palace buildings lined up in succession at the foot of the mountain, comparable to the main style of a luxurious manor.
At this time, Li Qiao looked at the same building on the other side through the car window, and could still see a steeple church faintly.
Wei Ang happened to look back to capture this scene, and then explained, "Miss Li, over there is the Chief's Mansion."
Li Qiao's eyes were slightly surprised, with a ‘oh’.
So, in Parma, Shang Yu and the chief are neighbors?
Entering the other courtyard, in front of the brightly lit fountain of the European-style castle, Wei Ang got out of the car and opened the car door respectfully.
He raised his eyes to look at Shang Yu, nodded and said, "Young Master, when will I come to pick you up tomorrow morning?"
The man took Li Qiao's hand and said in a deep voice as he walked, "Nine o'clock."
"Okay." Wei Ang bent over, his eyes full of awe.
Even if he has been with the patriarch for many years, every time he meets the young master, he still can't restrain the tension.
He watched the two walking into the castle, and sighed contemplatively.
Now that the eldest master brought the woman back, this Pama's heaven is afraid that it will completely change.
After a while, Wei Ang left with the convoy, and the iron gate of the manor was closed again.
From the beginning of the night, there were a lot of bodyguards waiting silently near the courtyard.
...
On the other side, in the magnificent and luxurious living room, Li Qiao nestled in the leather sofa, gazing around.
The ceiling crystal lamp is gorgeous and bright, and the dark red ancient European decoration style is full of extravagance and luxury.
Suddenly, she saw the mural on the opposite wall, and she couldn't help but slap her tongue.
The original works of the Renaissance are just hanging in the living room for decoration. If the major auction houses and museums know about it, they will probably break the threshold here.
"Like that painting?" At this moment, Shang Yu walked in from the living room with a water glass, followed Li Qiao's eyes, raised his thick eyebrows and asked.
Li Qiao took the water glass and took a sip, joking lazily: "I don't like it, but I think you are a bit violent."
Shang Yu took a seat next to her, his deep eyes pursed with a conniving smile, "There are still many upstairs, if you like to pick it out."
Li Qiao leaned on the back of the chair and stretched her long legs, looking across the living room. Fortunately, Li Er didn't come, otherwise he would have wiped out the paintings here.
After a while, Li Qiao was taken to the bedroom on the third floor by falling rain.
The decoration style in the room is similar to that of the downstairs. Li Qiao simply washes, turns off the light and lies in bed without sleep.
In just a few hours, Parma came from Nanyang, and it felt a little unreal.
She couldn't help but secretly thought that if she saw Shang Zonghai tomorrow, she wondered if he would tell her the contents of "The Autobiography of the Stock God" truthfully.
...
The next day, at half past eight, Li Qiao went downstairs after washing.
Rounding the corner of the spiral staircase, she raised her eyes and saw two men sitting in the living room, besides Shang Yu, there was a strange face.
The other party was in his early thirties, with very deep facial features, a bit of mixed blood, and a cold and serious expression without anger and prestige. He was wearing a simple white shirt and black trousers, sitting on the opposite side of Shang Yu, smoking a cigarette.
At this moment, the man was sitting on the single sofa, the sunlight from the standard palace-style grille window happened to fall on his shoulder, he caught Li Qiao's figure, and he said in a deep voice, "Wake up?"
Li Qiao walked down the stairs unhurriedly, and the strange man turned his head to look at her instantly.
A touch of stunning quickly passed through the eyes.
On the dark staircase floor, the girl is wearing a simple white T-shirt and jeans, with the front of the dress tucked in the belt casually. She is tall and has straight and long legs.
What is particularly eye-catching is that face. Pama never lacks beauty, but she is rarely so ostentatious and bright.
In a blink of an eye, Li Qiao came to the sofa opposite Shang Yu and took a seat, and the strange man also put down his overlapping long legs, bent over and screwed the cigarette into the ashtray.
Shang Yu watched him twist his cigarette while raising his eyes to examine Li Qiao's actions, his thin lips pursed, his tone lazily, "Huo Mang."
Li Qiao glanced at the man, then nodded to the other side, "Hello, this is Li Qiao."
This person, the eldest of the Pamahuo family, is thirty-one years old, Huo Mang.
At this time, Huo Mang nodded to Li Qiao, his tone was pure mid-bass, "Fortunately, I am Huo Mang."
Immediately, he looked sideways at Shang Yu and asked vaguely: "It's decided?"
The man lowered his eyes, leaning on the armrest of the sofa, his posture was wild, "natural."
"You really have a surprise every time." Huo Mang stared at Shang Yu with deep eye sockets, sighing with a smile.
Li Qiao sat aside without saying a word, looked down at her nails, and Huo Mang's farewell voice just happened to be heard in her ear, "Since you are going back to my home in a while, then I will go first."
"Yeah." Shang Yu got up and saw him off. Huo Mang glanced over Li Qiao, and after saying goodbye to her, he turned and walked outside the living room.
At the entrance of the hall, Huo Mang moved forward slowly, turned his head to face the living room, and whispered, "How old is she?"
Shang Yu adjusted the cuffs of his shirt, opened his eyes and looked at him, "What?"
(End of this chapter)