Chapter 493: Chinese Valentine's Day Wedding

Chapter 493 Qixi Festival Wedding
Nan Yu sat in the co-pilot obediently, fastened his seat belt and turned to face outside the window.
Li San drove the car and looked ahead, but Yu Guang kept paying attention to the woman next to him.
It seems that from this night on, they have gone from being a partner who fought side by side to a superior and inferior who were separated.
Such unclear feelings have always existed, but no one took the initiative to break it.
The ambiguity disappeared, and even the relationship with each other became increasingly distant.
...
Time was flowing, and a weekend passed in a blink of an eye.
Early on Monday morning, Li Qiao arrived at the research institute on time. Today is also the last day of the medical alliance's investigation.
In the meeting room, Su Moshi raised his eyelids and said unhurriedly: "At 3:30 in the afternoon, I will arrange for the two spiritual experts to talk to you?"
"Yeah." Li Qiao leaned on the armrest, her posture was not elegant, she was a little casual in her laziness, "When will you leave tomorrow?"
Su Moshi lowered his head and turned the ring on his finger, "I will go back when the wedding is over."
Li Qiao's eyes fell on the ring and raised her eyebrows: "Well, it's the first Chinese Valentine's Day after your marriage. Actually, you don't need to..."
"It's not bad for a long time. I spend with her every year. It doesn't make any difference between returning early and returning late."
Su Moshi cut off her words, the implication was obvious, and he was bound to attend Li Jun's wedding.
Li Qiao met his eyes, smiled and gave up persuading.
...
At 3:30 in the afternoon, Li Qiao and the two experts from the expedition team had a long talk for more than two hours in the conference room.
Whether it is the trigger of the paranoid symptoms or the effective treatment, Li Qiao knows everything by heart.
Moreover, the other party also provided the international diagnostic DSM-IV-TR manual and the WHO ICD-10 manual, which are diagnostic points for the classification of mental and behavioral disorders.
Nearing the end of get off work, Li Qiao made an verbal agreement with the expert that, if time permits, he will go to the Medical Alliance to exchange and learn about related diseases in the future.
After the conversation, the two experts left first.
Li Qiao stood by the window sill and looked at the busy traffic outside, with a look of laziness.
Soon, Su Moshi pushed the door in, walked to her side, and tentatively said, "Why is this expression not smooth?"
The experts who followed the expedition team were all foreigners. Originally, he had confidence in Li Qiao's foreign language skills, so he didn't attend the meeting.
Seeing her reaction like this at this time, I couldn't help being a little surprised.
Li Qiao looked down at her nails and said faintly, "No, they are very professional."
Su Moshi leaned against the wall and looked out the window. "The mental illness itself is more complicated, and the external manifestation is not strong. You don't need to be too anxious, as long as the other party does not have too many abnormal behaviors, there is no time."
"Well, I hope it." Li Qiao chuckled.
...
The next day, the traditional Qixi Festival.
The marriage between Nanyang Secretary-General Li Jun and the daughter of the Emperor's family, after more than half a month of fermentation, is no longer a secret in Nanyang.
The wedding venue was arranged at the six-star Royal Hotel in Nanyang.
From early in the morning, all major roads have started traffic control.
Countless luxury cars flooded in from all directions, and the number of VIPs hosted at this wedding alone was as many as thousands.
This does not include the relevant leaders of the provinces and cities sent to congratulate.
The natal relatives of Emperor Jingzong's family also arrived in Nanyang yesterday.
At ten o'clock exactly, in the panoramic wedding banquet hall of the Royal Hotel, many guests in costumes have successively started to sign in at the concierge desk.
The elevator door opened, and a tall and tall figure walked lazily, and dropped a red envelope to the check-in counter.
Mr. Bookkeeper squeezed the paper-thin red envelope, raised his head and smiled and asked, "Are you a male guest or..."
Before the words finished, the other party lowered his eyelids and said a name, "Li Qiao."
(End of this chapter)