Outright Favoritism

How about Chapter 550 to count on him?

Li Qiao squeezed the phone tightly, and could not hear other sounds in her ears, only He Chen's words kept echoing.

——He wants to be nice to you, better than before, so good that you can rely on him and cannot do without him.

Li Qiao closed her eyes and suppressed the bitterness in her throat. She wanted to speak but couldn't say a word.

He Chen sighed again, "Li Qiao, he is paranoid, so he is more sensitive than others.

No matter whether it is sick or not, he will become like this, except that he cares too much about you, I can't think of other reasons.

Listening to your brother's words, try to rely on him, tolerate him, and let him clearly feel your likes.

You know, in his life... he has never experienced a sense of security. "

"Never?" Li Qiao didn't know why she asked these words.

She believed everything He Chen said, perhaps out of wanting to know more, or perhaps because of the Nanyang Shang Shaoyan in her eyes, powerful enough to cover the sky with one hand, controlling a city with her own power, and unfathomable. The dark hall forces, how could they never feel safe.

He Chen licked his back molars and looked at the opposite wall with a slightly blurred gaze, "Yes, never. Because at the age when he needs security the most, everyone around him wants to kill him, except for letting What else can I do if I become stronger and give myself a sense of security?"

Li Qiao didn't say anything. He Chen finished smoking half a cigarette, and before hanging up, he exhorted again, "Li Qiao, I have identified you as a sibling, don't let us down..."

He said this sentence extremely seriously and full of his worries.

Pressing the end button, He Chen threw the phone on the bedside table, frowning his eyebrows, his pupils as deep as ink.

The enchanting woman who had been hanging around for a long time tentatively climbed onto his arm, "Brother Chen~"

Wenxiang Nephrite was in his arms, but He Chen suddenly lost his interest.

The woman is already a plaything to him.

But Shao Yan was different. His affection for Li Qiao was so deep that he was shocked by him.

...

As night fell, the time pointer had reached the position of 7:30.

Li Qiao had been standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the office, and had not moved for a long time.

The door was pushed open behind him, and Shang Yu's eyebrows were hidden with a touch of tiredness, and his eyes were dark, and it became more and more prominent that Li Qiao's single figure was thin.

His Adam's apple rolled, he turned on the light, strode forward and hugged her from behind.

The man's body is always warm and his arms are particularly strong. Just holding her like this makes Li Qiao feel safe.

But how can she give Shang Yu a sense of security?

He Chen said that relying on him made him think she could not do without him.

What should I do to count as relying on him?

Li Qiao sniffed the familiar breath at the end of her nose, letting her body close to his chest. She looked at the arms surrounding her and hugged his arms. "It's over?"

Her voice is dumb.

Shang Yu hung his head from her shoulders, their cheeks pressed against each other, and the clear smell on his body became stronger and stronger, "What's wrong with your throat?"

Li Qiao coughed slightly, and when he turned his head, the tip of his nose brushed his jaw line, "It's okay, it may be a bit dry."

When the words fell, the man released her from behind, turned around and poured a glass of warm water.

Li Qiao turned around and looked at him, a surprising light flashed across her silent brows, relying on him...

Not long after, she took the water glass from Shang Yu, took a sip, and repeated the question just now, "Are you finished?"

"Well, go to eat?" The man puts one hand into the bag, standing in front of her is a long and tall figure, obviously a high master, but he has removed all the masks in front of her.

Li Qiao's heart was soft, she moved forward and approached him, pursing her lips and nodding.

"What do you want to eat?" The man turned around and walked to the boss's desk, the deep eyes under the brow bones showed a little smile, "Crystal Court?"

Li Qiao didn't know how to show dependence on him, she simply followed where he went.

Shang Yu just sat down and removed the documents on the boss's desk. After the light was dark, the little girl was also leaning over, half leaning on the table, looking straight at him, "I don't want to eat Crystal Garden, I want to eat something else. "

This may be the first time Li Qiao expressed his wishes in front of him.

She has always been lazy and more used to drifting with the flow.

Everything about food, clothing, housing and transportation is very casual.

Hearing her answer, the man leaned back in his chair, raised his eyebrows and motioned to her, "For example?"

Li Qiao put the water glass on the table, leaned against the edge of the table and bent over in front of him, "Seafood."

She remembered that he loved to eat.

Before eating with Qiuhuan and the others, there will always be on the table, and Pama is also rich in seafood.

At this moment, the man glanced at her right hand, raised his eyebrows and said, "The wound hasn't healed yet."

The smile at the corner of Li Qiao's mouth froze, and she turned to look at the French window.

Why didn't she think about breaking the wine glass.

From the reflection of the glass, Shang Yu saw her small gesture of curling her mouth, her thin lips raised a shallow arc, stretched out his hand and crossed her cheek, eyes full of petting, "Do you really want to eat?"

Li Qiao stared at him, hearing the compromise in his tone, and feeling softened again, "Yeah."

The man’s raised apple rolled twice, and his palm followed her cheeks to the back of her neck, clasped and pressed it down, her thin lips directly covered her lips and sucked, "Okay, then eat seafood. "

Obviously, his principles were vulnerable to her.

...

Forty minutes later, Nanyang Seafood Restaurant.

Sitting in the box, Li Qiao looked at the steamed fish, braised fish, pickled fish, and pine nut fish on the table, silently covering the upper half of her face, and sighed.

That's it? Whose seafood is a table fish?

The man picked up a piece of steamed sea bass and put it on her plate, and he said nothing.

Who said he has no principles, even in the cloak of compromise, he is still domineering and powerful in his bones.

Li Qiao looked at Shang Yu quietly, "Why don't you order seafood?"

The man turned his head to stare at her, lifted his thin lips, and rubbed her head, "Eat next time."

Next time, obviously after her wound has healed.

Li Qiao's eyes flickered, and the corner of her mouth was pursed, without saying anything.

Her careful thoughts seemed to have nowhere to hide in front of him.

He must have guessed it. She suggested eating seafood because he likes it.

Li Qiao lowered her head and took a sip of the fish soup, her ears drooping down, which also covered the sad frustration on her face.

It seemed that no matter what abacus she made, he knew everything.

How does this create a sense of dependence?

After the meal, Shang Yu was answering the phone, and Li Qiao took his hand and played gently.

After a long silence, she heard the man say: "Let the chasing wind return to Nanyang as soon as possible."

(End of this chapter)