Outright Favoritism

Chapter 543 Our big brother is not dead

However, without waiting for Li Qiao to reply, Xia Siyu's call came in again.

"Have you seen the WeChat I sent you? Tell me you read it!"

Li Qiao was silent for a moment after listening to her obviously cheerful voice, "Well, look."

"Ah—" Xia Siyu screamed a groundhog, and then she held her forehead and took a breath, but she didn't care about her injuries, and asked ecstatically: "Is it Huizi, that The man is him, right?"

"Correct."

Affirmed by Li Qiao, Xia Siyu uttered a short cry again, and his surprise was beyond words, "Fuck, my eldest brother is so awesome, he turned into Duke Childman.

So he is really not dead, Qiaoqiao, our big brother is not dead, he is alive! ! "

Li Qiao felt that her heart felt heavy and hard to breathe like a stone.

She lowered the car window and changed the subject without a trace, "How is your injury?"

At this time, Xia Siyu was half lying on the bed with her head in her hands, "It's nothing serious, it's just a small car accident and can't die."

"Recover well. I will go to Yuncheng in a few days."

Xia Siyu nodded hurriedly. She was so excited that she couldn't hear the dullness in Li Qiao's tone, "Okay, I'll wait for you, come hurry up, I'm already looking forward to the day when the seven of us return to the border. ."

Li Qiao pulled out a far-fetched smile, did not say more, and leaned back on the chair after hanging up the phone.

The day Xia Xia is looking forward to, I'm afraid... it will never come true.

Suddenly, as soon as her fingers warmed, she opened her eyelids and saw Shang Yu's palm on her side covering the back of her hand.

Li Qiao tilted her body on his shoulders, her eyes were long and smiled, "He has done it."

And this is just his first step.

Once the identity of Duke Childman is exposed, his staff and assistants will surely show a geometric growth.

This game between the Duke Xiao family and the Pama Shang family is destined to become a duel of several forces.

Xiao Yehui is worthy of being a military strategist and a good strategy.

Shang Yu's eyes were deep and he looked down at Li Qiao, and he could easily see the ironic background from under her calm surface.

The man pursed his thin lips, and kissed her on the forehead. "Don't worry too much. The person he really wants to deal with is me."

He and Xiao Yehui are old enemies, and can also be called knowing oneself and one another.

This time Xiao Yehui's attack on Shen Qingye and Xia Siyu was entirely to get Li Qiao to leave the British emperor.

Today, his active exposure of his identity is equivalent to directly declaring war on him.

Right now, Li Qiao listened to the man's comfort and couldn't help turning her lips back to look at him, "What is the difference between him dealing with you and dealing with me?"

This is not a love story, but it is more exciting than any deliberately expressed warmth.

Shang Yu's deep gaze made a ripple, not wanting Xiao Yehui to occupy her too much energy, lowered his head and grabbed her lips. After tossing and sucking, he asked next to her: "Is it tired?"

Li Qiao's forehead was against him, and her breath was spilled on each other's skin. She covered her eyes, her voice was dull, "a bit."

"Go to sleep, call you at home."

Li Qiao buried her face in his neck and thought of another thing when she was confused.

Did he ask Shang Zonghai when he would give it to her for the remaining twenty pages of "The Autobiography of the Stock God"?

But too physically and mentally exhausted, as the car drove smoothly through the streets of Nanyang, Li Qiao dropped into a light sleep without distracting thoughts.

...

At the same time, the International Department of Yuncheng Hospital.

Xia Siyu was on the phone with Su Moshi, and Yun Li returned to the ward after smoking a cigarette. What she saw was the joy of her face with joy.

Yun Li calmly walked to the sofa area and took a seat. He took out his mobile phone and looked at it, revealing a little worry between his drooping eyebrows.

He was not as optimistic as Xia Siyu and the others, and Huizi came back from the dead, with too many doubts.

A few minutes later, Xia Siyu closed the thread. She sat up from the bed with her head on her head, looking at Yun Li and constricting her mind, "Brother Li, you..."

Yun Li regained his consciousness, met her gaze, and said to herself, "Qiaoqiao talked to you on the phone?"

Xia Siyu was startled, "Well, I just talked a few words."

"What did she say?"

Xia Siyu recalled the content of the conversation with Li Qiao, "I didn't say anything, just tell me that Duke Childman is indeed Huizi."

Yun Li pursed his thin lips in an instant, and frowned tightly, "How is her tone?"

"Quite... calm."

Xia Siyu finally noticed something unusual. Thinking about it carefully, she could not hear any joy in her pretty reaction just now.

Thinking of this, she squinted and moved toward the end of the bed, "Is there something wrong?"

Yun Li looked at her, her eyes filled with complexity, "It's not good, but Huizi is back from the dead, I'm afraid it's not as simple as you think."

As he said, he bent his knees and stood up, and as he paced out the door, he dropped a sentence, "You take care of yourself. I have something to do, so let's go."

Xia Siyu was still thinking about the meaning of his words, and suddenly heard that he was going to leave. He raised his eyes and saw that there was only the back of him walking away at the door of the ward.

She didn't even give her a chance to say what she wanted to stay.

The light in Xia Siyu's eyes dimmed a bit, although she was reluctant to give up, she also knew that this is not the time to entangle her children.

I only blame myself for being too careless in a car accident, so I can't leave the hospital yet.

After calming down, Xia Siyu did think of a question worth pondering.

Since Huizi is not dead, why doesn't he contact them?

Amnesia? Or is there another reason?

I am afraid that the other people at this time could not think that the choice Li Qiao had faced will also be repeated for them.

...

It was night, and the tired Li Qiao had fallen asleep early.

In the half-basement lounge of the mansion, He Chen wore a pink shirt and black trousers, sitting frivolously at the bar and chatting with Shang Yu.

He took a sip of the wine, his eyes fell on Shang Yu, and then he shook his glass and asked: "It seems that your trip to the British Empire has been very rewarding. I heard the second child say that Li Qiao also knows Duke Zellman? "

The man stepped on the ground with one leg, his sharp, handsome face faced the wine cabinet, "Well, Xiao Yehui, the boss of the Seven Frontiers."

"Puff—" He Chen, who has always been cynical, rarely has such a gaffe. He sipped a sip of foreign wine and sprayed it directly on the bar. "You say it again?"

Shang Yu frowned and glanced at him, his deep eyes flashed with disgust.

He Chen didn't care either, took out a tissue, wiped his mouth, and threw it on the table again, "Duke Childman, your mother's first stepson who has been fond of for many years, is the seventh son?"

The man put ice cubes in the wine glass again, retracted his eyes, pursed his lips, and said, "You heard me right."

He Chen looked around, grabbed two ice cubes from the ice bucket, stuffed them directly into his mouth and started chewing, "What the **** does Li Qiao do?"

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(End of this chapter)