Outright Favoritism

Chapter 72 Downstairs

At this time, Zhong Jiugong took off the black mask on his bottom, stretched his eyebrows and sighed: "Yan Ye is polite. It is a pity that this kid died unexpectedly at a young age. However, it is a shame that a boss like you manages him behind It's not worth walking around with others."

Shang Yu's throat rolled, and Zhong Jiugong looked at each other for a moment, then turned his head and ordered Liuyun behind him, "Send Jiugong to the annex to rest, and then send them down the mountain after the rain stops."

"Yes."

...

Ten minutes later, three black cars stopped at the door of Nanyangshan Courtyard.

Liuyun arranged for the servants in the other hospital to take care of him, and then hurried back to the Nanyang Mansion, two kilometers away.

After entering the door, Li Qiao took off her mask and followed the servant to the living room to take a rest.

At this moment, Mo Qi looked at the luxurious living room in amazement, saying that it was magnificent and magnificent, and this was just a temporary rest house.

He secretly smacked his tongue and couldn't help sighing the charm of Quanqian, "Teacher, are you familiar with that master?"

When the voice settled, Li Qiao, who was sitting on the solo sofa, slowly raised her head.

They were still wearing masks in the cemetery before, and Li Qiao never spoke to Shang Yu from beginning to end, so it is not clear whether he denied himself.

But judging from the dialogue between Jiugong and Shang Yu, they should be familiar.

At this time, Zhong Jiugong held the tea cup sent by the servant, blew the heat, and said calmly, "I helped his dead minions a few times before, so it was familiar."

"Then every time you have to go to the cemetery for funeral?" Mo Qi asked again. After all, the process manual of the enchanter did not include the funeral process.

Today, under the leadership of Jiugong, they will pass together.

Hearing the sound, Zhong Jiugong took a sip of the hot tea, his wrinkled cheeks were full of fatigue, and he gave him an angry look, "Why do you have so many questions?"

Obviously, Jiu Gong did not want to answer.

Mo Qi touched the bridge of his nose, glanced at Li Qiao, and muttered to himself, "I'm not curious!"

"Ask what you should ask, and don't be curious about what you shouldn't."

At this time, the servant had already arranged the guest room and invited them to rest in the room.

Throughout the whole process, Li Qiao didn't say a word, and followed the servant to the guest room on the second floor. After entering, she sat in a lazy chair in front of the window and stared at the heavy rain.

Today's farewell party gave her a new understanding of Shang Yu.

According to the rumors, he is the paranoid, mysterious overlord of Nanyang.

But in her eyes, today he is clearly an emperor Yanhuang boss who values ​​love and justice.

Including his loyal subordinates, probably all surrendered because of this.

At this moment, the mobile phone she had been putting in her pocket suddenly vibrated.

Li Qiao glanced lazily when she took it in her hand, and her heart palpitated suddenly.

It's a WeChat from Shangyu.

There are only two simple words: go downstairs

Li Qiao's heartbeat was slightly chaotic, and then got up and walked outside the door.

At this moment, the living room is empty.

When Li Qiao walked down the stairs, walked through the entrance, and pushed open the brown door of the annex, the handsome man standing in the rain holding the black silk umbrella was greeted.

He was still in that solemn black suit, standing in the wind and rain, so dazzling that everything around him became blurred.

Li Qiao pursed her lips, with a faint fatigue in the corners of her eyes, walking towards him step by step.

Under the umbrella, the light was dim. She looked up at Shang Yu's deep eyes, and said with a smile: "When did Master Yan recognize me?"

(End of this chapter)