In the evening, Yin Mo went back to the residence alone.

She walked into the guest room and didn't come back for a few days. It was a little empty and strange.

Yin Mo went to the bed and sat down, lighting up the mobile phone screen, feeling unspeakable regret.

She sent a wechat to he Chen, but he didn't reply for several hours.

Maybe... He's still busy.

Yin Mo didn't have much time to think about her love for her children. She quietly packed up her luggage and then went out of the guest room to find Li Qiao.

....

At the same time, a private flight from Pama arrived at the Burmese capital Naibi airport.

Wearing a silver gray Tang suit, Shang Zonghai rubs the Buddhist beads in his hand and steps down the gangway.

It's less than a week away from the grand wedding ceremony of Burmese Prince Wu Lu's daughter, but the city of Naibi is heavily guarded. Patrol cars from the military headquarters and police stations can be seen everywhere to escort the celebration ahead of time.

At the bottom of the gangway, on both sides of the gangway, and in the front of the gangway, stood the prince of Wu who had come to meet him personally.

Seeing Shang Zonghai, Wu Lu quickly paced forward, with a little excitement in his expression, "old Shang, long time no see."

Shang Zonghai shook hands with him, raised his eyes and looked at the rear guard. He said with a smile, "I don't mean to simplify everything. What are you doing in such a big battle?"

"It's rare for you to return to Myanmar. You can't be too humble." Wu Lu was a little behind and accompanied Shang Zonghai forward. "Besides, in your capacity, you should have brought the guard of honor. It's already very low-key."

Shang Zonghai tilted his head, raised his hand and patted him on the arm, "you old boy, you always make a mountain out of a molehill."

As the prince of Myanmar, Wu Lu was immersed in high position all the year round, with an inviolable air.

But at this time, walking beside Shang Zonghai, the momentum is still short.

Even if the pro guards did not squint, they could clearly feel the humility of Wu Lu in front of Shang Zong.

Who is coming?

Not only can he get the courtesy of Prince Wu, he speaks fluent Burmese and can hardly hear any foreign accent.

Shang Zonghai took Wei ang and others into Prince Wu's exclusive motorcade. With a row of dignitaries' cars driving out of the airport, the customs immediately released them.

Sitting beside Shang Zonghai, Wu Lu Duan explained to him the changes of Myanmar in recent years from time to time.

Shang Zonghai's glasses reflect the colorful neon outside the window. He fiddles with the Buddhist beads. The clouds are light and the wind is light, showing a bit of depth.

At this time, Wu Lu casually turned the topic around to Li Qiao, "it's a coincidence. Originally, I didn't know that she was your daughter-in-law. After Yingdi met Shaoyan, I found out that she was your son."

"Oh?" Shang Zonghai took his eyes back from the street and looked at Wu Lu. "Have you seen Shaoyan?"

"I met you once." Wu Lu's eyes were long. As he recalled, he said, "originally, I thought he was learning Burmese for the sake of Qiao Qiao, but since he is your son, it's not surprising that he can speak Burmese."

Shang Zonghai raised a faint arc of smile on his lips. As the neon leaked into the carriage, his cheeks became bright and dark. "Who knows about my coming to Myanmar?"

"Not at present, you didn't say to inform everyone, if necessary..."

Shang Zonghai raised his hand, "you don't have to inform me first."

The Deputy General of the pro guard who was driving saw Wu Lu nodding to Shang Zonghai in the rearview mirror. He was very respectful.

Wu Lu said, "I've already prepared for you. If you go there rashly, I'm afraid you will not be able to hide your visit to Myanmar."

Shang Zonghai rubbed the Buddhist beads and nodded with satisfaction, "well, according to what you said, then go to another hospital."

....

Shang Zonghai arrived in Myanmar and was personally welcomed by Wu Lu and his guards. In less than two hours, it was sent back to Nanyang.

At eight o'clock domestic time, Li Qiao was lost in thought after answering the phone.

Uncle Wu is one of the only three remaining princes in Myanmar, and his status is absolutely prominent.

The last person to be welcomed by Uncle Wu was the supreme leader of Myanmar.

Li Qiao narrowed her eyes, and there was a trace of fun in her eyes.

Not long after she had finished her work, she looked down at her watch. Her eyes stagnated and her thoughts drifted to Shang Yu.

Li Qiao has changed into the latest technology watch, and Shang Yu, who seldom matches it, also wears it on her wrist.

She felt the smooth dial and then opened the drawer in the lower right corner, where was the experimental antipsychotic drug.

The side effect is less and the medicine is mild.

Last night, she hesitated to communicate with Shang Yu about his illness, but he interrupted her several times.

The man seems to know what she wants to say, always cut off her words.

Li Qiao's heart is helpless, and she can't be too straightforward.

Shangyu is proud of his heart. He knows his illness better than anyone else. He only keeps his fragile self-esteem in front of her and doesn't want her to worry about it.

Li Qiao slowly closed the drawer, lowered her eyelids and sighed.

....

The next day, Li Qiao went back to Li's villa.

In the absence of Li Guangming, only Duan Shuyuan was bored watching the TV series.

At this moment, she hears Li Qiao's words, full face is surprised, "New Year's day still wants to go out?"

Li Qiao nodded faintly, "it won't be long, maybe... I'll be back in a week or so."

Duan Shuyuan's mouth fell down and murmured, "this is the first time that you are not at home for new year's day. How about Shaoyan? He's going with you, too? "

"Well, he's going too."

Duan Shuyuan glanced at the kitchen and sighed: "then pay more attention to yourself. There are many people traveling on New Year's day. You are pregnant. Do you know that you should go to places where there are as few people as possible?"

Li Qiao answers cleverly and chats with Duan Shuyuan for a while before she gets up and goes to the guest room.

It's already half past ten in the morning. Li Sangang wakes up.

He was smoking in the corner of the bed with his bare upper body. His hair was messy and his face was a little confused.

Li Qiao knocked on the door. Li San bit the smoke, picked up his robe and put it on his shoulder. When he opened the door, he leaned against the doorframe and said, "Oh, rare guest."

"Put on your clothes."

Li Qiao's vision passes at will, then don't open the vision.

Li San laughs wantonly, biting his cigarette holder and says vaguely: "those bastards on the border were barehanded every day, and I didn't see you let them wear them..."

Before he finished speaking, Li San found that Li Qiao's light gaze glanced at his chest.

Li San looked down and was silent.

He turned back here without any silver, put on his robe, tied the belt, and deliberately closed his skirt. When he turned back, he changed the topic, "starting tomorrow?"

Li Qiao looked at him with a smile, but did not answer the rhetorical question, "is Nan Zhen in it?"

Li three eyebrow heart a wrinkly, "not in, you seek me or seek her?"

Li Qiao doesn't speak, don't have deep meaning to see an eye, he covers of solid chest.

Those three scratches are very eye-catching.

Soon after, Li San finished washing, changed his shirt and trousers, and went to the sunshine room on the second floor to find Li Qiao.

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