Outright Favoritism

Chapter 19 What did you and my dad talk about?

About twenty minutes later, there was a sound of footsteps from the spiral staircase upstairs.

In the silent living room, everyone stood up at the same time.

Except for Li Qiao.

At this time, the sunlight struggled from the gloomy clouds to reveal a few gleams of light, and fell on Li Qiao's feet through the glass.

The girl sat motionless on the sofa, staring at her toes without squinting, her face indifferent throughout.

It wasn't until Li Guangming and Shang Yu walked back to the living room that her eyes trembled slightly, and Yu Guang glanced over slowly.

Shang Yuying walked slowly in the middle of the living room, and said with a cool expression: "Stay, don't give it away."

Li Guangming smirked, "Then...I'll wait for Mr. Shang's reply."

The man did not speak, but he lowered his eyelids in response.

I don't know what they talked about, but obviously the atmosphere between Shang Yu and Li Guangming is very delicate.

Duan Shuyuan took a step forward. As the wife of the host, worried about neglecting Shang Shaoyan, she politely invited: "Mr. Shang is going to leave? If it's okay, do you want to stay for morning tea?"

"No, thank you."

The tone of Shang Yu's answer was extraordinarily deep. Although he maintained a good demeanor, his dark eyes were bottomless, which made people unable to understand his emotions.

Before long, he took the lead to walk towards the Xuan Ting, and the driver followed behind him.

The man strutting with his head, and his sonorous stride, he wrote the four words ‘unpredictable’.

The Li family and others were still immersed in Shang Yu's inexplicable deterrent, Li Qiao had already stood up and followed out.

"Qiao Qiao -" Li Cheng called in surprise behind him, but Li Qiao's figure had already disappeared near the profound hall.

In the villa compound, Li Qiao followed Shang Yu unhurriedly, and near the small garden on the right hand side, Shang Lu was crouching on his stomach next to a small maple tree with a pale and handsome face, retching twice from time to time. Sad and funny.

"Yan Ye!"

Li Qiao's clear and clear voice sounded softly behind Shang Yu. The driver took a silent look and turned around to the small garden.

Hearing the sound, Shang Yu paused, his upright and arrogant posture was full of wild charm, his eyes were deep and long and he stared at Li Qiao, and his voice was steady and magnetic: "What's the matter?"

The girl blinked lazily, her fingertips tucked in her jeans pockets, her thin right-angled shoulders shrugged slightly, the breeze disturbed the hair on her forehead, and her tone was lightly blown: "Can I ask? Ask, what did you and my dad talk about?"

As if Li Qiao was in a gloomy mood, her thick eyelashes drooped, covering the waves in her eyes.

She never doubted that her parents loved and maintained her, but this time, why were they so obsessed with her relationship with Shanglu.

Shang Yu looked at Li Qiao in front of him, her dark eyes with a frightening gleam, "It would be more appropriate to ask your father."

"Can't you tell me?" Li Qiao frowned and suddenly raised her head to look at the other party. The gloomy deer's eyes seemed calm but sharp.

The man looked at the girl's delicate cheeks, his apple jewels rolled slightly, and he refused simply, "Sorry, no."

At this point, Li Qiao's heart suddenly became impatient, her eyes were dark and cold, and her tone was slightly tight. "The last question, can this marriage be retired?"

Her impatience and anxiety had already reached the corners of her eyebrows and her eyes, and Li Qiao, who had always been inattentive to receiving people, forgot to pretend in front of Shang Yu.

Just when she thought Shang Yu would not answer, a sentence came in her ear: "As long as you want, you can retire."

(End of this chapter)