Ten minutes later, Li Qiao returned to the main hall, while Gu Chen of Idaho threw his mobile phone on the table, rubbed the broken hair on the back of his head, and hummed and laughed.

He is still trying to make trouble for Xiao Yehui, but the chance comes so soon.

....

After lunch, Shang Zonghai received a call from his secretary and went out to the pharmacy.

Li Qiao leaned against the rattan chair of the fish pond in the backyard and occasionally threw fish food into the pond. Her eyes reflected the wave light of the water, and she was extremely excited.

The man lazily folded his legs, supported his forehead with one hand, slightly opened the collar of his shirt, and his deep eyebrows looked at Li Qiao.

The rain is not far away waiting.

There was no communication between them, but they added a touch of warm peace to this afternoon.

After a while, Li Qiao patted off the debris on her fingertips, leaned back, and bumped her head into Shang Yu's eyes. "Is fan Min Li a social friend?"

The man lowered his eyelids, took out a paper towel and passed it over the tea table in the middle. "No, I don't think it's social."

Li Qiao crumpled the tissue into a ball, cocked her legs and shook her toes, "so he came here tonight to make friends?"

Just at the dinner table, Shang Zonghai revealed a news.

Tonight, fanminli is going to visit and ask them to stay in the old house.

From what Xu saw and heard in front of Mu's auction house, Li Qiao didn't have a good impression on the Fanjia.

Shang Yu's well proportioned bones pushed her in front of her with the tea cup. He raised the corner of his lips and said in a slightly playful tone: "probably I want you to take back the Mu's auction house from the Vatican family."

Li Qiao held the cup and looked at it. After a while, she lost her smile. "My father really looks up to me."

It's not difficult for her to win an auction house.

The question is, what reason does she have to do it.

If Mu's auction house is bought by Fanjia through normal channels, forcibly seizing it will only backfire.

At this time, Shang Yu looks back at the back yard, where he used to live.

He drew back his eyes, and his eyes fell on the corner of the tea table

Li Qiao fingertips rubbed brocade box flannel, eyes swept around, "back to the manor to see it."

Although the old house is quiet, it's just an appearance.

There are many people hiding here and there are countless bodyguards. No one can say whether there are people with different intentions.

Hearing this, Shang Yu got up, picked up the brocade box on the table and opened his hand to Li Qiao, "don't go back to the manor. I'll take you to a place."

Li Qiao didn't think much about it. Holding his fingers, she stood up and walked around the fish pond in the direction of the back yard.

Away from the noise of the front yard, when the arch bridge in front of the stone path and the western style building with red walls and black windows came into view, Li Qiao flashed and chuckled.

His private house, where they really started.

As the pace approached, Li Qiao looked up at the building of the western style house.

There's a minaret room on the third floor. She doesn't seem to have been there.

Entering the door, the dark tone is as quiet and classical as before.

Two people into the living room sofa, high window half open, can hear the murmur of water outside the arch bridge.

There are two cups of hot tea on the table. I don't know when they came in.

Li Qiao puts the brocade box on her leg and pulls away the hidden button, but the brocade box is suddenly taken away by Shang Yu.

She did not understand, youyou pick eyebrows, "what's the matter?"

The man conveniently put the brocade box on the table, encircled her waist and held the person in his arms.

Li Qiao was staring out of the window at the scorching sun in the afternoon, holding his shoulders in both hands. Her expression was hard to say, "you..."

The man's handsome face is buried in her neck socket, thin lips peck, voice hoarse and magnetic, "let you rest for a long time."

Li Qiao dodges and sighs helplessly.

Last time It was on the night of Li's getting the license that he had no restraint and was so tired that she couldn't get over it for several days.

Later, it was close to the third hall examination, and I didn't feel intimate for a while.

But it's Day!

Li Qiao pushed him and gently rubbed his fingertips into his short hair. "Can't you wait?"

"Try it here, eh?"

Li Qiao felt the blazing breath of his spray and asked, "can I refuse?"

The man was quiet for a few seconds, and when she thought he would take practical action, he gave her a low-alcohol consent, "yes."

Li Qiao

Really?

She leaned back suspiciously, opened a little distance to examine Shangyu.

"Why?" The man dyed the eye son of desire to fall on her lip, buckle her back neck to press down handsome face to suck, "want to continue?"

Li Qiao came down from his leg mechanically, rarely a little out of shape.

Why is he so reasonable today?

Li Qiao absently picked up the brocade box, opened it and smelled a burst of ink.

Then she knew that she was very wrong.Because the next time, she wanted to look at the file, but he was making trouble for her all the time.

To be exact, it's not noisy, but Tease.

For example, the palm of her hand went into her shirt.

For example, fingertips rub intentionally or unconsciously.

Another example is

In less than five minutes, Li Qiao couldn't sit still.

She threw the brocade box on the table without any expression. She breathed a little disorderly. She looked down at the unbuttoned shirt button, wiped her face, and felt uncomfortable like fire.

He's not being reasonable, he's saving the country.

He's pushing her Lord, move, want, he.

As for Shang Yu, he folded his legs languidly and respectfully. He was a gentleman, biting his cigarette slowly and puffing in front of her.

Aware of Li Qiao's slightly accusing eyes, he turned to spit out thin smoke, and stretched out his hand to pull the collar, revealing the honey colored chest with clear texture, "why don't you look?"

In her eyes, Shang Yu was four big characters.

Good looks.

Li Qiao is pressing the small flame of the heart, squinting at the cigarette that he holds in his mouth, reaching out to grab it, sending it to his mouth and taking a sip.

This scene subtly changed the man's original look.

Shang Yu narrowed his eyes dangerously. His eyebrows were a little heavy. He pressed his thin lips tightly and twisted the remaining half of his cigarette into the ashtray.

He did not continue the next action, Li Qiao hands holding his shirt collar, pulled in front of him to block his lips.

A thin puff of smoke was passed over, and the pale mist spread from their lips.

Shang Yu intended to do so, but he followed the trend.

Confused, Li Qiao heard the deep laughter in her ears: "do you want to see the documents?"

....

Two hours later, the sun fell.

Li Qiao looked at the ceiling of the master bedroom and doubted life without expression.

The satisfied man came out of the bathroom, pressed the edge of the bed with one hand, and leaned over her ruddy cheek, "tired?"

Li Qiao glanced at him lazily and explained the words "Mei Yan Ru Si" very well.

She sighed and thought of a very important thing, "didn't you just wear it?"

Shang Yu's thin lips curved with a smile and pulled away the broken hair in her ears. Her eyes were very attentive. "Forget to prepare, you'll be born when you have it, eh?"

Li Qiao shakes her head, refuses very simply, "no way."

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