Outright Favoritism

   Chapter 662

  Pama Shopping Plaza.

  Li Qiao wandered for a few minutes, and when she came across an antique shop, she swayed in.

  The store is decorated in antique style, which is unique in a modern shopping mall.

  Li Qiao took a casual look, and pointed to a pair of paperweights for the clerk to show her.

  Shang Zonghai usually likes to write with a brush, and the antique paperweight is quite satisfactory, it can be regarded as a good one.

  At this time, the clerk puts the paperweight on the exhibition tray with white gloves. Li Qiao glanced over and accidentally saw the logo on the tray printed fabric.

  It looks like a vase from a distance, and a ghost symbol at a close.

  Oh, Jin Rong’s industry.

  Li Qiao fiddled with the light cyan paperweight, and said faintly: "Wrap it up."

  The clerk has never seen such a customer who chooses antiques at will.

  She deliberately spread out the price tag, and politely reminded: "Miss, this is the former pink-green-glazed bamboo paperweight, the discounted price is 830,000."

  Li Qiao nodded unhurriedly, "No need to issue invoices."

  Save some taxes to Jin Rong who calls herself godfather.

  The clerk was stunned for two seconds, holding a pair of bamboo paperweights and walking to the counter to start packing.

  At this moment, a few people walked in outside the door.

  The dress is fluent and frivolous, but the clothes are expensive, and he looks like the spoiled son of the family.

  The man walking in the front is more than 1.8 meters tall, with a slightly strong aura, and is surrounded by several people.

  Someone joked: "Young Master Ming, if the old man knew that you came personally to choose a gift for him, he would probably be moved to tears."

   "That's for sure, Ming Shao usually stays simple, if it weren't for the old man's birthday, he wouldn't have seen him come out for 800 years."

  Ming Shao...

The surname    reminds Li Qiao of Ming Dailan.

  The information that Bai Yan gave her was incomplete, only a few brief introductions.

  There is not much information about the Ming family, except that Ming Dailan broke off contact with the Ming family after marrying Duke Zellman.

  And Pama’s current aristocratic system does not have a place in the Ming family.

  These thoughts just flashed in Li Qiao's mind. She didn't even look at the Ming Shao, standing on her own at the counter waiting for the clerk to pack.

   Soon, the group walked into the antique lobby and circled the Bogu shelf a few times. Someone caught Li Qiao sharply.

  Pama is not short of beauties, and many daughters of aristocratic blood are even more glamorous.

  Li Qiao has a slender figure, she looks very beautiful from her back, and there is a tall and slender falling rain standing beside her. Several men looked at it a little, and then greasyly began to comment.

  As for the young master Ming, he was looking at a piece of Rui Beast ornaments. Hearing what they said, he raised his eyes and glanced, just in time to see Li Qiao turning his head and talking to the clerk.

  This angle reveals her delicate profile.

  Ming Shao breathed, staring at Li Qiao through the gap of the Bogu frame.

   His overly blazing gaze makes it hard for people to ignore it.

  Li Qiao swiped the card at the counter, took the bag from the clerk, and cast a cold eye at the Bogu shelf when she turned around.

  Ming Shao also clearly saw her cool cheeks.

  His heart tightened, and the Rui Beast ornament in his hand slammed into the ground with a "Kang Dang" and broke into two pieces.

  This voice attracted the attention of several other brothers and shop assistants.

  And Li Qiao did not stay any longer, and left the antique shop unhurriedly.

  Ming Shao grasped the Bogu frame with one hand, and looked at them with dark eyes, with a slightly fluctuating expression showing a trace of surprise and disbelief.

Outside the antique shop, Li Qiao walked with her eyes down, and asked calmly, "Who are they?"

  Luo Yu took the packaging bag in her hand, "That Young Master Ming should be Ming's family. I haven't seen the others, and may be ordinary brothers."

   "Mingjia?" Li Qiao tilted her head and raised her eyebrows.

Luo Yu nodded, "It's Mrs. Xiao's family. There are not many families with Pama's surname Ming, and they are not famous. Only the Ming family that married the Shang clan that year has become a nobleman. If that young Master Ming is true Deep in the simple, it is likely to be the half-retired Pama Ming's house behind Madam Xiao."

  Li Qiao pondered for a few seconds, "Why the Ming family retired?"

"I don't know this very well, they have been retired for many years." Luo Yu thought for a few seconds, and then explained: "But as far as I know, the Ming family had already climbed the Shang clan in the marriage that year, and the two marriages may have failed. Worried about the family owner's troubles."

  For such speculation, Li Qiao is uncommitted.

  If Shang Zonghai were to deal with the Ming family, not to mention that they were semi-retired, even if they moved out of Pama, they would not be able to avoid it.

  What's more, the Ming family is still intact until now. Ming Dailan married the Duke’s Mansion for the second time. With a higher level of dependence, will he still be afraid?

  This reason does not make sense.

  ……

  At the same time, a black Passat slowly stopped in the deep alley of the mansion in the old city guarded by Pama military guards.

  In Parma, a rich country full of gold, vehicles of the Passat level are actually rare.

   Either poor and no money, or too low-key.

  The owner of this car is probably the latter.

  Because he is equipped with a driver and bodyguards.

  The bodyguard walked out of the co-pilot, opened the door of the back seat, blocked the roof with one hand, and respectfully called: "Master San, the old house is here."

  The man in the back seat opened his eyes, stepped out of the car, and glanced at the packaging bag on the seat again. Inside was the animal ornament that was broken by him.

  This person is the third master of the Ming family, Ming Chengxun.

   Disgust appeared in his eyes, and his voice commanded gently, "Throw the bag away."

  More than 1 million bought a pile of garbage.

  Ming Chengxun strolled into the gate of the courtyard house, without giving the housekeeper any time to inform, went straight to the study of the current owner of the Ming family.

  He knocked on the door, "Grandpa, this is Chengxun."

  In the study, it took a long time to hear an old reply: "Come in."

  Ming Chengxun pushed the door in and walked straight to the Huanghualimu table and nodded, "Grandpa, I met a man when I went out today."

  Ming is over eighty years old, with a ruddy complexion, wearing reading glasses, flipping through a dilapidated martial arts book.

   Hearing Ming Chengxun’s words, he squinted, took off his reading glasses and rubbed his eyes, "Who?"

   "A girl... who is particularly similar to the portrait in your collection."

  Master Ming looked at Ming Chengxun deeply, his brows wrinkled with Sichuan characters, "Are you wrong? How similar?"

   "Not exactly the same, but at least seven points similar."

  Old man Ming buckled the martial arts book on the table with a gloomy expression, "Do you know what you are talking about?"

  Ming Chengxun hurriedly raised his eyes, then lowered his head again, “Grandpa, that’s true. It’s in an antique shop in Parma Shopping Plaza. If you don’t believe it, you can send someone to get the monitor back.”

  In the study, there was a brief silence.

  Master Ming stood up with an unhappy face, walked slowly around the table, and walked to Ming Chengxun, his old voice was very low, "Who have you talked about this matter?"

  (End of this chapter)