Chapter 540: Between you and him, I choose him

Chapter 540 Between you and him, I choose him
She was suddenly unable to determine whether this text message came from his hand.
Because it is indeed too low-level.
Li Qiao rolled her throat, not wanting to continue this kind of unnecessary conversation.
After all, none of them can convince anyone.
She put her legs down, picked up the phone from the table, turned and paced towards the door.
Behind him, Xiao Yehui suddenly asked in a low voice, "Little Qi, have you made a decision?
Li Qiao turned her back to him, and slowed down for a few seconds, "You are right, now we are indeed in a different position."
She answered his question and also expressed her choice.
Xiao Yehui's body shook, looking sideways at her back, Wen Dan's flat cheeks finally showed a self-deprecating smile, "Do you know the consequences of choosing him?"
This question, he said in an indescribable tone.
Li Qiao calmly stepped forward again as usual. The moment she held the doorknob, she whispered: "I believe you had the lasting difficulties back then.
I also believe every word you said to me today. But sorry, Lord Childman, between you and him, I choose him. "
Since Shang Yu was her choice at the beginning, he was her only choice in the future.
Even if she was going to be an enemy of the entire Childman family, she couldn't back down halfway.
Because of him, he hurt Shen Qingye and Xia Siyu. Regardless of the means and original intention, he was hurt.
In a flash, the door opened and closed.
Xiao Yehui was the only one left in the huge study room, looking at the window and making a pair.
He suddenly shook his head and laughed, and for the first time he felt a subtle jealousy and hatred towards Shang Shaoyan.
Who is not good, why is Li Qiao one of the seven sons?
The people he had used his life to protect became enemies after all.
...
Outside the corridor, Feng Yi and Shang Yu were still smoking.
The longer Xiao Yehui went in, the faster Shang Yu smoked.
Feng Yi chatted with him from time to time, but most of the men were perfunctory.
He could utter rhetoric to Xiao Yehui, but his sensitive heart and extremely lack of security still made him afraid of Li Qiao's choice.
There was a fateful friendship between her and Xiao Yehui.
Besides love, what else is there between her and him?
If she chooses Xiao Yehui, he will give her his life, can he call her back?
These anxiety that grew from the bottom of my heart rushed across Shang Yu's body.
He even began to regret letting them meet alone with this conceited and generous mind.
Too many negative emotions enveloped Shang Yu, so that when the door was opened, he was still trapped in his own imagination and unable to extricate himself.
Feng Yi was the first to see Li Qiao. He looked at her, and he could not find any traces of the pain, disappointment, sorrow and other emotions expected on her face.
He seemed to be relieved, and reminded the man beside him, "It's coming out."
Shang Yu's drooping eyelids suddenly opened, raising his eyes to meet Li Qiao's black and white deer eyes.
Maybe because he smoked too much, his original low voice became more hoarse, "Done talking?"
Li Qiao raised her eyebrows, walked to him naturally, and put her left hand into his palm, "Well, let's go."
Shang Yu clenched her cold fingers, held them firmly, turned his head and glanced at Feng Yi. The latter immediately understood, "I have asked someone to prepare dinner downstairs. Let's go to the side hall to have a bite."
The noble dinner tonight had already begun half an hour ago.
They will obviously break the etiquette in the past.
...
In the private banquet hall downstairs, in front of a square table, Feng Yi watched with twitching eyebrows as Shang Yu cut the steak for Li Qiao, and brought it to her mouth with a fork.
One feeds, one eats, and the division of labor is very clear.
It's not that he has never eaten with them, but as for the hands-on work?
Feng Yi glanced at Li Qiao's injured right hand and looked at the food in Shang Yu's plate that he hadn't touched since the start of the meal. He cleared his throat, "Shao Yan, I will arrange a servant..."
"No need to."
Feng Yi: "..."
Holding a knife and fork in both hands, he shook his head and started to cut steaks on his own. "Brother sister, talk about it, how come you the British emperor this time?"
He had been with Shaoyan just now, and had no chance to go to the Dam Hall downstairs to inquire about the situation.
How did Li Qiao return to the British Emperor, and how did he come to Earl William's Mansion quietly?
It can't be flying away.
At this moment, Li Qiao took the fork from Shang Yu's hand, and just about to speak, her mobile phone rang.
When she connected, she called out in Burmese, "Uncle Wu."
Feng Yi didn't understand, but Shang Yu looked at her with the tail of his eyes, his eyes flashing across.
After Li Qiao said a few words, she got up and walked out. During this time, she kept on the phone.
Driven by curiosity, Feng Yi also put down his knife and fork, patted Shang Yu's shoulder, and uttered his mouth outside the door, "Go, take a look."
At the entrance of the hall, Li Qiao passed through the glazed door, and after a few glances, he saw the diagonally opposite figure.
She carried her skirt and walked over, and Feng Yi finally saw him clearly, "That is...Prince Wu Lu of Myanmar?"
The Burmese politicians who have recently visited Britain have heard that they were also invited to attend this noble dinner tonight.
The point is that the identity of that person in Burma is just like that of the Childman family in the British Empire, absolutely superior.
Prince Wu Lu is over fifty years old, although he is not as tall as Westerners, but he has been immersed in a high position all the year round, and he has an inviolable aura.
Not angry and prestigious, at a glance, he is a superior person who is used to controlling.
Myanmar and Britain have always maintained very good diplomatic relations, which can be seen from the visa-free policy.
At this time, behind Prince Wu Lu stood several knights unique to the British royal family, responsible for protecting his travel safety.
Feng Yi watched Li Qiao walk by with his own eyes, and saw Prince Wu Lu's originally kind look suddenly sullen when he glanced at her injured right hand, and he felt a sense of trance after drinking fake wine.
Why did she know Prince Wu Lu?
Who is she? Are you sure it is human?
Feng Yi turned his head mechanically, watching the man's clearly profiled face, "Prince Wu Lu is scolding your woman, right?"
"Yeah." Compared to his trance, Shang Yu appeared calmer and more calm.
Feng Yi blinked, walked forward a few steps, and confirmed again and again, finally believing his eyes.
The serious politician was indeed reprimanding Li Qiao in a low voice. Although he could not understand what he was talking about, Feng Yi had already made up the outline of the dialogue from their body movements and expressions.
For example: "Why are you running around? Don't you know what occasion this is?"
Another example: "You are such a big person, do you understand the rules?"
Of course, the plot that Feng Yi has made up by combining the scenes he saw is entirely his complacency.
The real dialogue between Prince Wu Lu and Li Qiao was like this, "You kid, I didn't notice you for a few minutes. Why did you get injured again? Is it serious? What did the doctor say?"
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(End of this chapter)