At this time, Shang Yu's deep eyes fell on her smiling face, her thin lips overflowed with white smoke, and her posture was lazy and casual.

After a cigarette, the man got up and took Li Qiao to the restaurant on the ground floor.

In the elegant and comfortable dining room, in front of a dark marble table, they sat opposite each other.

Li Qiao looked at the food on the table and looked around. "Who made all these?"

Since she came in, she has never seen a servant.

So much so that his mansion, though full of modern sense, still appears empty and without smoke.

Shang Yu took a sip from the glass he was holding. "Servant, their workshop is on the third floor underground."

Li Qiao nodded clearly. Without asking more, they began to eat quietly.

....

After dinner, Li Qiao leaned lazily against the back of her chair, glanced at the handsome man opposite, and asked, "when will your father come to Nanyang

"Just a few days." Shang Yu raises Mou, thin lip side has light smile, "anxious?"

Li Qiao raised her chin, slightly irritable: "well, I'm worried. I'm not sure if the marriage is clean. "

Shang Yu's dark eyes narrowed, smiling slightly, "do you like Shanglu or simply don't like this marriage?"

"I don't like either." Li Qiao did not hide her dislike of marriage. She murmured coldly and annoyedly, "delay my falling in love!"

The last sentence, her voice is very weak, and I'm not sure Shang Yu has heard it, but the topic has ended.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the rain stopped outside the window, and Shangyu arranged for Liuyun to send Li Qiao down the mountain.

After the rain, the air in Nanyang Mountain is fresh and humid, which makes people feel relaxed and comfortable.

Li Qiao got on the bus in front of the residence. As the car drove away, the Nanyang residence, which has the reputation of being a pearl in the mountains, gradually narrowed its vision.

....

Back at Li's, Li Qiao came in and saw Li Guangming pacing in the living room from time to time.

Duan Shuyuan also sat on one side and sighed. In short, their faces were not very good.

Li Qiao put her finger in her pants pocket and stood at the entrance of the living room, leaning against the wall, "Mom and Dad, what happened?"

Li Guangming was startled. He gathered his eyebrows and looked at Li Qiao with a smile. "My daughter has come back. Where did she go in the rainy day? She didn't even drive."

"Go out and hang out."

After that, Li Qiao looked at Duan Shuyuan, smacked her tongue, walked to her side and sat down, "Mom, why do you sigh all the time?"

Duan Shuyuan shakes her head, embraces Li Qiao's shoulder and pats her, "baby, mom doesn't love you!"

"What have I done to make you sad?" Li Qiao asked in surprise, acutely aware that they are not right today.

At this time, Li Guangming stood behind the sofa, holding the back of the chair in both hands, and youyou said, "we have just received the notice that Mr. Shang will come to Nanyang in three days."

"To retire?" Li Qiao narrowed her eyes and answered faintly, "that's very good. Hurry to return the marriage, so as not to delay Shanglu to find the next family."

Hearing this, Li Guangming and Duan Shuyuan look at each other and think about a problem very seriously. Is Shanglu still qualified to find a home for his hidden disease of crying ghosts and gods?

After a while of silence, Li Qiao went upstairs.

Where her parents couldn't see her, she quietly raised the corners of her lips and looked happy.

Not long ago, she asked Shang Yu. Unexpectedly, as soon as she got home, the day when Mr. Shang came to Nanyang was settled.

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