Outright Favoritism

What advice can you give in Chapter 100?

Li Qiao glanced coldly at Falling Rain, too lazy to figure out what she was thinking, and leaned forward to open the lunch box, "Let's eat."

Shang Yu put down his overlapping long legs, took the chopsticks from the girl, and the aroma of three dishes and one soup instantly permeated the office.

If no one was dining beside them, the flowing clouds and falling rain stood silently at the table waiting.

Li Qiao is picky, even the chopped green onion used for seasoning must be carefully picked out.

"Don't like garlic moss?" Shang Yu watched Li Qiao deliberately avoiding the stir-fried garlic moss, and asked with a smile.

Li Qiao squeezed his chopsticks and nodded, "Not delicious."

Then, Luo Yu saw that Shang Yu brought the dish to him, then picked out the green onions in the cumin lamb and pushed it to Li Qiao.

Luo Yu was unbelievable and unacceptable.

He is Nanyang Shang Shaoyan, the master of the underground secret hall, and the belief that countless people worship.

How can you do these things for a woman?

"Boss, I'll come..." Luo Yu frowned and said, leaning forward, intending to step forward to help Li Qiao pick food.

But the voice was still in his mouth, Shang Yu put his elbows on his knees, and slowly raised his head, his tone was low, "Quiet."

Luo Yu's breathing was stagnant, and her eyes dropped, and she was flustered.

This Miss Li, what on earth is it, can make the boss so defend.

...

A meal, twenty minutes, Li Qiao did not rush to eat.

Probably because of falling rain and flowing clouds standing in front of her, she had a poor appetite, and put down her chopsticks after only 1/3 of a bowl of rice.

"Have you eaten?" Shang Yu put another piece of beef into her bowl, and looked at the girl's slightly impatience, with a tone of connivance.

Li Qiao nodded without saying a word.

Shang Yu immediately put down the bowls and chopsticks, gestured to the direction of the drinking fountain, Liu Yun immediately turned to pour water.

"Miss Li, please drink water."

With an extremely upright and respectful attitude, Liu Yun once again let Luo Yu accept his incompetence.

She watched with cold eyes, a fire burning violently in her heart.

Emperor Yan's four assistants only serve Shang Shaoyan.

Since when, do they still need to bow down to a little girl who is still sucking?

At this time, Shang Yu rubbed his teacup and looked at Li Qiao who was drinking water. With thin lips slightly sideways, he was clearly asking, but with a clear statement: "Is the document for you in the morning translated?"

Li Qiao held the water cup in both hands and sipped it. Hearing the sound, he put down the cup, got up and went to his office desk to pick up the materials, and then handed it to Shang Yu. "

Shang Yu received it and handed it to Luo Yu, "Look."

Luoyu was puzzled, but he opened the file and quickly read it.

The medicinal manual of Yanhuang's pharmaceutical company, three documents, nearly two hundred pages.

The content is complete and the sequence is clear, especially for the subsequent translated documents, many medical professional vocabulary is used just right.

Luo Yu squeezed the document hard, "These... are you translating and sorting out?"

When the words were over, Li Qiao squinted at her, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, and she smiled playfully: "Yes, any advice?"

The girl's tone is not mild, and even a bit arrogant and provocative.

Luo Yu pursed her lips and had to lower her eyelids, "I dare not teach you, the translation is...very good."

To be honest, this medicinal manual, even if she lives abroad for a long time, may not be able to translate it so accurately.

　Three shifts tonight, and another one tomorrow afternoon at 4 o’clock.

(End of this chapter)