Outright Favoritism

Chapter 361, the mercenary group Yunli, met the master

The man looked down at her dodging eyes, stretched out his hand to pinch her cheek, and joked in a low voice: "Afraid I don't understand temperance?"

Even if you know her taste, you won't be able to sing songs every night.

What's more, she always has to give her a few days to recuperate after the first personnel.

Hearing this, Li Qiao lifted his eyelids, slapped his hands, and muttered softly, "Isn't it?"

"Huh?" Shang Yu bullied himself forward, squinting his eyes and raising his tail.

Li Qiao coughed lightly, pushed his shoulders, and turned around, "Ask you something."

The man took her to the lounge chair by the window and sat down, waiting for her to speak with his slightly raised eyebrows.

Li Qiao casually hugged the pillow, took out the phone and turned on the ICC system, turned the screen to Shang Yu, and said with a smile: "I guess you have this system in your phone."

The man didn't speak, but looked at Li Qiao deeply and took the phone from her.

He clicked into the personal center, performed two simple operations, raised his thin lips and asked, "Why use Yunling's account all the time?"

Li Qiao looked at the man's skillful operation and explained in a low voice, "Convenient."

Shang Yu raised his eyes and glanced at her, tapped a few more times on the screen, then handed the phone back, "Look again."

Li Qiao was puzzled, until she saw that the personal center account of the ICC system had turned into an all-golden name, a trace of stunnedness flashed across her eyes.

The golden name: Meeting Lord.

Confidentiality level: SSS level.

Li Qiao fixedly looked at the screen, her expression indescribably complicated.

He is really the host of the International Club.

"This account is the highest authority in the meeting. You can directly check what you want to check in the future."

Li Qiao pursed her lips and looked at Shang Yu. After a while, she rubbed the screen with her thumb, laughing and joking: "It's no wonder that you knew everything about Yunling's assassination. It turned out to be Lord Huizhu."

The voice fell, and there was a very rapid sound of footsteps outside the corridor of the guest room.

Li Qiao twisted her eyebrows, looked in the direction of the door, then looked at her mobile phone, and suddenly glanced, "Did you not turn off the positioning system?"

Her phone is still on for positioning, and Shang Yu has just logged in to the main account of the meeting.

The man leaned back in his chair lazily, with his fingers propped on one of his foreheads, pretending to nod in distress, "Really..." did not close the positioning.

The next few words were too late to exit, and the door of the guest room was kicked open.

Yun Li panted against the door with his toes, holding the phone in one hand, hurriedly glanced at the positioning icon in the system, and then looked up at the guest room.

The meeting master is here!

Yun Li didn't even say a word, and walked with his mobile phone.

He watched as he walked, for fear that the icon of the Lord would disappear again.

A few seconds later, he stood at the table, threw his phone on the table, glanced at Shang Yu coldly, and then fixed his gaze on the screen in Li Qiao's hand.

The golden conference master account.

Yun Li pinched his waist with one hand, his expression was very difficult to express. It took a long while before he looked at Li Qiao, feeling strange, and even tending to kneel.

Is this little bastard?

impossible!

Yun Li has a brain. Although seeing is believing, many things simply cannot stand scrutiny.

He snatched Li Qiao's phone, stared at the account carefully, breathing gradually.

Li Qiao lowered his head and held his forehead, raised his eyelids to look at Shang Yu opposite, and sighed silently.

This **** coincidence.

Yun Li was stunned for half a minute. Just when Li Qiao wanted to explain, he shook his body and bowed to Shang Yu, "The mercenary group Yun Li, I have seen the meeting master."

Li Qiao: "..."

At this moment, Shang Yu glanced at Yun Li with his brows and eyes indifferently, raised his arm falsely, and swayed, "Are you afraid of admitting the wrong person?"

Yun Li hurriedly raised his eyes and covered his eyes again, "I can't admit her mistake, I know her virtue."

Li Qiao curled her lips and didn't want to talk to him.

To say that Yunli treated Shang Yu as a love rival before, then at this moment no one could see his awe and respect for Shang Yu.

That was the attitude that changed instantly after learning his identity.

The conference host of the International Conference, even if you have not seen it before, even if you don't know who he is, does not affect the respect of the leaders of the eight major groups.

Shang Yu sighed heavily, motioned to the chair beside him, "Sit down and say."

Yun Li hesitated, but soon he pulled the chair away and took a seat, his posture was upright, without the usual bohemianness.

After a brief silence, Shang Yu took out the cigarette case from his pocket and threw it to Yun Li. "Have you found the information about the mercenary group?"

Yun Li clenched his fists to his knees, and nodded with a serious face, "I have found it, thank you for the arrangement in advance."

Having said that, Yun Li had already begun to curse in his heart.

The man who snatched his sweetheart was actually his immediate boss.

The target assassinated by the mercenary group was actually the host of the International Association.

This **** **** life!

Shang Yu lit the cigarette slowly and carefully, his eyebrows were narrowed as he watched, "The funds for rebuilding the mercenary group office building will be paid within a week."

Yun Li glared at him with a raised eyelid, and thanked him respectfully, but murmured in his heart.

He bombed his own building and allocated funds to rebuild it himself. He's really good at playing.

After a while, Yun Li stood up and said goodbye.

Even if he didn't show it on his face, the fact that Shang Shaoyan was the master was simply too suffocating.

He urgently needs to find a place to digest it.

Yun Li picked up his mobile phone from the table and turned around and planned to leave. After two steps, a reminder floated behind him, "Remember to keep it secret."

"Don't worry, the meeting master." Yun Li stood still and turned around, glanced at Li Qiao secretly, wiped his face, and walked away.

That night, Yun Li left Piper Manor at night.

The luxury car drove through the quiet streets of Parma, desperately driving towards the edge of the city.

Discovering the identity of the meeting master should have been something to be happy about.

But Yun Li drove the car, clutching the steering wheel with both hands, and couldn't be happy anyway.

Fuck, trouble!

...

The next day, at nine o'clock in the morning, the group embarked on their way home.

As the Yanhuang special plane rapidly climbed, Li Qiao looked back at the city map that was gradually shrinking outside the porthole, with a faint look.

Maybe he will come back sooner or later. I only hope that by then, Shang Zonghai can translate all the content of "The Autobiography of the God of Stock".

Li Qiao said and believed that the contents of the brocade box had not been read.

Everything, just waiting to return to Nanyang to solve the mystery.

Three and a half hours later, at 8:30 am domestic time, the plane landed at Nanyang International Airport.

The Rolls team has been waiting on the tarmac for a long time.

After getting in the car, Shang Yu ordered to go back to the Nanyang Mansion directly. Li Qiao sat beside him and thought, "Send me to Yanhuang Private Hospital first."

The man turned his head to look at her, his thick eyebrows wrinkled, "Uncomfortable?"

"No." Li Qiao looked at the familiar street scene outside the window, curling her lips and said: "I'll go see Li San, you go back first."

(End of this chapter)