Li San patted Li Qiao's head, raised thin lips and whispered, "I know what I know."

The next second, the palm of his hand fell, Shang Yu swept Li Qiao's shoulder and turned to walk towards the gangway.

Li San looked at the figure they were carrying. He gave a smile and looked sideways at Nanzhen. "Gone."

Nanzhen followed him forward with empty eyes, but his eyes were uneasy.

She can't see through Li San, let alone understand him. She has been fighting with him all these years, and naturally knows that his hot temper is always capricious.

Today's warmth and hegemony may be just his whim.

Maybe tomorrow he will laugh at her again.

Nanzhen lowered his head and walked more and more slowly, for fear that the warmth he gave was just a mirage.

It would make her feel like a clown, a joke to play with.

Nanzhen has a lot of worries until her cold fingertips are wrapped by a touch of warmth. She raises her head hesitatingly. It's Li San who holds her hand and walks in the warm sun.

But not as warm as the sun in his hands.

His heart beat like a drum and his breathing was disordered. He curled up slowly and caught his palm with his fingertips.

Even if it's a spectacle, who can resist such sugar coated shells?

Nanji's girl is ready to move. She stealthily draws them closer. Then she hears the straight man's words: "are you cold?"

Li San watched her move close to her arm, frowning slightly, and her Adam's apple rolled.

Does this woman not know how attractive her figure is?

Keep sticking it on him when he is Liu Xiahui?

He took a deep breath, shook off his hand and raised his chin haughtily. "It's not cold, I'm hot!"

The sugar coated shell is a straight man atomic bomb.

....

In the evening, the plane arrived in Nanyang.

Li Qiao slowly opened her eyes in Shang Yu's arms and frowned, "here it is?"

The man answered, and conveniently took a water cup from the short table and handed it to her to moisten her throat, "uncomfortable?"

"Not bad." Li Qiao drank water and looked at the familiar apron outside the side window. Some words stuck in her throat, but she couldn't say them several times.

Last night, when Shang Yu went out to answer the phone, the teacher told her that the large dose of sleeping pills put into Mu's family's food was most likely from Shang.

As a family of traditional Chinese medicine, Shang's medicine halls are all over the whole Pama, and there are many channels for cooperation in western medicine.

According to Mu aoxian, even if the drug circulation is not controlled, it is difficult for ordinary people to buy so many drugs in a short time.

The only possibility is that someone offered a large dose of sleeping pills.

Moreover, in Mu aoxian's elaboration, Li Qiao is also surprised to learn that Ming Zhiyuan and Jing Yilan actually had business contacts in those years, and the two are considered to have lost their friendship.

If it is true, Ming Zhiyuan's later practice is worth studying.

And the man who forgot his old age betrayed their friendship.

Li Qiao pinches her eyebrows. Isn't Jing Yilan's vision so good that she can make friends with Ming Zhiyuan?

As for the person who provided sleeping pills, although mu aoxian didn't say it directly, Li Qiao recognized that he was pointing out Dai LAN in the dark.

Thinking, Li Qiao brain swelling, and drink two mouthfuls of water pressure, pressure mood, turn your eyes to see Mo Jue also lying in the back of the cabin bar to do homework.

She stepped back from Shang Yu's arms and walked slowly. Her eyes swept the mosquito bag on her face. "Will you go back to school first?"

Mo Jue raised his head and thought seriously, "the boss asked me to report to him first."

Li Qiao looked at the countless red forks on the iPad exercise page and sipped her lips, "don't write, I'll send you there later."

Don't feel "Oh" twice, quickly clean up the notebook and iPad, fished out the schoolbag a shake, three pink envelopes from the bag outside pocket fell to the ground.

Li Qiao picks the tip of her brow and inadvertently remembers that the second elder brother asked her to check Mo Jue's schoolbag. Is that all?

At this time, Mo Jue jumped down from the high chair, picked up the envelope on the ground and looked at it repeatedly, "what's this?"

"Love letters."

Li Qiao lightly said two words, Mo Jue wrung eyebrows, "love letter? For me? "

As the cabin door opened, Li Qiao said playfully, "take it back to your boss."

"Oh, good." Mo Jue carefully put away the love letter, zipped up, she whispered again, "by the way, sister, look at this."

Li Qiao stood to look back, and saw Mo Jue take out a gold card from his jeans and hand it over like a treasure.

It's a very heavy pure gold bank card.

Li Qiao looked a few eyes, light voice way: "take it."

Mo Jue bumped the excellent quality card and frowned suspiciously, "Aunt Liu gave it to me this morning. She said it was a meeting gift from my second uncle. Is it a bank card or a BRIC? If I melt it, can I make a gold bracelet? "Li Qiao glared at her in an indescribable way, "the money in it is enough for you to buy a thousand gold bracelets."

Mo Jue didn't speak any more. He carefully put the card into his pocket and touched it again and again. His eyes were full of vitality and he silently recited three words: rich, rich.

After getting off the plane, Li Qiao sends Mo Jue to his second brother's house with the help of the rain, while she follows Shang Yu back to Nanyang mansion.

After two days and one night, Li Qiao was in a bad mood.

When I got back to the residence, I went into my bedroom to make up for sleep.

There are three days to go before the fireworks festival, and the emperor of England is about to set out.

Mu aoxian told her a lot about Jing Yilan's study in Yingdi. This trip is not so easy.

In deep thoughts, Li Qiao fell asleep.

Shangyu calls and walks into the master bedroom. What he sees is Li Qiao curling up to sleep.

He sat by the bed, stroking the slight creases on her eyebrows, pulled up the quilt to cover her, and bent down to kiss her on the cheek.

Just then, a vibration came from under her pillow.

The man reached for his mobile phone, saw the caller ID and hung up directly.

But the other side didn't get discouraged and called again.

Shang Yu pursed his lips, glanced at the tired Li Qiao, slid down to answer, and warned in a low voice, "be quiet, she's sleeping."

After that, he removed his cell phone from his ear, but Xi Luo called with a smile, "Yan Ye. Don't hang up. We'll just have a chat. "

Shang Yu's eyes were as deep as the sea, and his indifferent voice was not as gentle and calm as Li Qiao's, and his low voice was almost without temperature

Xi Luo didn't care for his indifference. She tapped her finger on the table. "Are you going to go to Yingdi together this time?"

"Well." Men cherish ink like gold.

Xi Luo's lips turned. She was really the last two faces of her predecessors. She lit a lady's cigarette and said vaguely, "when do you start, take me with you?"

Shang Yu was silent for a moment.

Seeing this, Xi Luo puffed out a puff of smoke and said, "master Yan, I grew up in Yingdi, and my best friend happens to be a member of the royal family. I know a lot of things that other people don't know. It's good for you to take me with you."

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