Chapter 813: Why are you polite with me?

   Chapter 813
   Twenty minutes later, Li Qiao was woken up.
  The smell of soup was floating in the air, Shang Yu touched her forehead, leaned over and muttered,
After drinking the soup, go to sleep.
  Li Qiao lowered her eyelids unconsciously, "What time is it?"
   "Ten thirty." Shang Yu's arm crossed her shoulder, and Li Qiao shivered as soon as he lifted the quilt.
   Seeing this, the man’s thin lips turned pale, he covered her with the quilt again, picked up the steaming soup, blew it and took a sip.
  Shang Yu pinched Li Qiao's jaw, bowed his head and gave Jiang Tangdu to her.
  Li Qiao's hot palm grabbed the man's wrist, tilted her head, and said dumbly: "It will be contagious, I drink it myself."
  Shang Yu was silent, and he predominantly fed her half a bowl of soup in this way.
  At the end, he sucked Li Qiaoyan’s red lips, "Go to sleep."
  Li Qiao blinked, she was completely drowsy.
  She stared at Shang Yufei's thin lips, as if they were a little red hot by the soup.
  Li Qiao awkwardly grabbed his shirt, forgetting that a cold would be contagious, and forcibly pulled Shang Yu in front of him, raised her head and kissed him heavily, "Are you busy?"
  The man put his arms on her side, looking down at the sick girl, and gently rubbed her cheek with his thumb, "Not busy."
  Li Qiao moved inside, motioned with his eyes, the meaning was obvious, and accompany her to sleep.
  Shang Yu's tight silhouette gradually softened, and he lay down on his side, gently embracing her in his arms.
  The dependence shown by Li Qiao is the best cure for him.
  ……
  At two o'clock in the afternoon, Li Qiao had gone from her fever and sat in the dining room in her dressing gown, sipping vegetable porridge.
  The phone is turned on and hands-free, and the sound of typing on the keyboard is heard from time to time.
"Where did you hear about Paul Taylor Childman?" Bai Yan turned his head and blew his mouth. "There is no relevant information in the British Emperor's information database. All the associated characters point to Xiao Zu. Maybe it is. His former name?"
  Li Qiao replied with a strong nasal voice, "No."
  If Paul Taylor Childman was Xiao Zu’s former name, this clue would not be left in Jing Yilan’s disk information.
Bai Yan threw off the mouse and put his legs on the desk, "There is still another possibility, identity substitution. However, the information from 50 to 60 years ago was manually recorded and has not been entered into the information database. Even if the identity is replaced, the evidence is still It was destroyed long ago."
  Li Qiao stirred the white porridge, her conversation turned, "has that homicide been discovered?"
  The surveillance video in the floppy disk. On August 12th, who was the person Xiao Hongdao shot and killed?
  Bai Yan bit his cigarette holder, and after a moment of silence, he said bitterly: "You can't arrange for me to work in the sun? This is all the matter in the underworld. There is no proof. How do you let Laozi investigate?"
  Li Qiao drank the porridge slowly, turning a deaf ear to his complaints.
  A few seconds later, Bai Yan cleared his throat, and the keyboard was struck again, "It's not impossible to check, it just takes some time."
   "Well, thank you."
  Bai Yan subconsciously replied, "Xie Nima, what are you polite to Lao Tzu?"
  Li Qiao hung up without a smile.
  She continued to drink the porridge, faintly feeling something was wrong, and she looked up and saw Shang Yu leaning against the glass door of the restaurant.
  Li Qiao sniffed, her thick nasal voice made her voice particularly soft, "What's the matter?"
  The man has deep eyebrows, and his thin lips curled up slightly, "Bai Yan?"
   "Hmm." Li Qiao nodded, thought for a while with a spoon, and added: "Yanmeng has branches all over the world, and the information collected is very comprehensive, so it is more convenient to find him."
  She worried that Shang Yu would think too much, or be jealous.
  At this time, the man stepped forward and sat down beside her, his expression was profound, "the red guest has collected a lot of information."
understood.
  Li Qiao replied with kindness: "Okay, I will use Hongke next time."
  A smile flashed across Shang Yu's deep eyes, and he picked up his chopsticks to pick up food for Li Qiao, "I want to find out what arrangements Mochizuki or Chengmo, you don't need to do this kind of thing yourself."
  How lazy she is, he knows better than anyone else.
  After a while, Li Qiao finished her meal and leaned back in her chair to continue drinking half a cup of milk powder for pregnant women.
  What came to her mind, she turned on her mobile phone to log in to the circumvention software, and soon broke the network firewall.
  Log on to the British Emperor’s social network. After a day and night of fermentation, Paul Taylor Childman's popularity remains high.
   even spawned other hot search terms.
  #The Duke of Childman#
  #Paul Taylor Childman Quick Go Home#
  #Who is Paul Taylor Childman#
  Among them, Duke Zellman’s hot search is at the top of the list, and the discussion rate has broken the highest single hot search record.
   is about the top nobles, and the enthusiasm of netizens for eating melons is unprecedentedly high.
  Li Qiao entered the discussion page, and after swiping a few items, raised her eyebrow suspiciously, "They didn't even remove the hot search?"
  There are already many rhythmic netizens speculating about the relationship between Duke Childman and Paul Taylor Childman.
  The Xiao family is indifferent?
Hearing this, Shang Yu just curled his lips playfully, but said nothing.
  Li Qiao didn’t entangle, she glanced at the time, then put down her phone, turned her head to look at the man,
You accompany me to Li’s house?

  Shang Yu leaned back against the back of the chair, his eyebrows darkened, "Is he better?"
  Li Qiao licked the corner of her mouth and stopped talking.
  During her illness, she was at a loss and did not dare to make trouble.
  An hour later, Li Qiao was basking in the living room with a blanket under the floor-to-ceiling windows.
  Although the air is cold in early winter, the sun is very warm.
  Li Qiao closed her eyes and was a little drowsy.
  It seemed to hear someone talking in the dim, and it seemed that words such as safe were mentioned.
  Li Qiao was sleepy, she pulled up the blanket to cover her face, and fell asleep after a while.
  Outside the living room, Mochizuki carried a small safe, and after reporting to Shang Yu, he walked to the underground laboratory with a little effort.
  He was also quite puzzled.
  The boss arranged for him to pick up things from Li's house, but he didn't say what to pick up.
  As a result, Duan Shuyuan, the mother of the Li family, seemed very worried, hesitated for a long time, and finally... let him return to life with the safe.
  Mochizuki is thinking all the way, how much money is in the safe?
  ……
  In the evening, Li Qiao was awakened by the vibration of her mobile phone.
  Subconsciously, she fumbled under the pillow and grabbed a few randomly, but it didn't feel right.
  This is not a pillow.
  Li Qiao propped up her upper body, and when she fixed her eyes, the long legs wrapped in trousers caught the eye.
   Looking up again, there is a black shirt and a sharp Adam's apple, as well as...Shang Yu's handsome and clear face.
  Li Qiao wiped her face and plunged into the man's arms.
  Shang Yu held her with one hand, while holding his mobile phone in the other hand, he commanded in a deep voice:
Other hackers’ interception should be counterattacked with a secondary virus, and the attack should be removed before the firewall is broken.

  Li Qiao lifted her head from his arms in a little surprise.
   Listening to this, it seems to be attacking the other party’s firewall and encountering hacker interception technology.
  (End of this chapter)