Chapter 19 What Did You and My Dad Talk About?
Chapter 19 What did you and my dad talk about?
About twenty minutes later, there was a sound of footsteps coming from the spiral staircase upstairs.
In the silent living room, everyone stood up at the same time.
Except Li Qiao.
At this time, the sunlight struggled to reveal a few gleams of light from the cloudy clouds, passed through the glass and landed at Li Qiao's feet.
The girl sat motionless on the sofa, staring at her toes without turning her eyes, with an indifferent face the whole time.
It wasn't until Li Guangming and Shang Yu walked back to the living room that her eyes trembled slightly, and she glanced over slowly from the corner of her eye.
Shang Yuying walked slowly in the middle of the living room with a tall figure, and said with a cool expression: "Stay, there is no need to send it off."
Li Guangming smiled mischievously, "Then... I'll just wait for Mr. Shang's reply."
The man didn't answer, but lowered his lower eyelids in response.
I don't know what they talked about specifically, but obviously the atmosphere between Shang Yu and Li Guangming is very delicate.
Duan Shuyuan took a step forward. As the host's wife, she was worried about neglecting Shang Shaoyan, so she invited politely and cautiously: "Mr. Shang is planning to leave? If you are fine, do you want to stay for morning tea?"
"No, thank you."
Shang Yu replied in a particularly deep tone. Although he maintained a good demeanor, his dark eyes were bottomless, making it difficult to understand his emotions.
After a while, he walked to the Xuan hall first, and the driver followed behind him.
The man's strutting posture and sonorous strides are full of the four words 'supercilious'.
The Li family couple and others were still immersed in Shang Yu's inexplicable deterrent power, Li Qiao had already stood up and followed out.
"Qiaoqiao—" Behind him was Li Cheng's surprised call, but Li Qiao's figure had already disappeared near the mysterious hall.
In the courtyard of the villa, Li Qiao followed Shang Yu at a leisurely pace, and near the small garden on the right hand side, Shang Lu was squatting next to a small maple tree with his stomach covered, his pale handsome face, retching from time to time, Miserable and funny.
"Yan Ye!"
Li Qiao's ethereal and clear voice sounded softly behind Shang Yu, the driver glanced silently, then turned around and walked to the small garden carefully.
Hearing the sound, Shang Yu paused, his upright and proud figure exuded a wild charm, his eyes stared at Li Qiao with deep and distant eyes, and his voice was magnetic and steady: "What's the matter?"
The girl blinked lazily, with her fingertips tucked into the trouser pockets of her jeans, her thin right-angled shoulders shrugged slightly, the breeze ruffled the hair on her forehead, and her voice was also very weak: "Can I ask Ask, what did you and my dad talk about?"
As if, Li Qiao's mood was very gloomy, and her thick eyelashes drooped, covering the waves in her eyes.
She has never doubted her parents' love and protection for her, but this time, why is she so persistent about her marriage with Phytophthora.
Shang Yu looked at Li Qiao in front of him, with a frightening gleam in his dark eyes, "It would be more appropriate to ask your father."
"You can't tell me?" Li Qiao frowned, and suddenly raised her head to look at the other party. The dark deer's eyes seemed calm but sharp.
The man carefully looked at the girl's delicate and seductive cheeks, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he simply refused, "Sorry, I can't."
At this point, Li Qiao's heart suddenly became restless, her eyes were dark and cold, and her tone was slightly tense, "The last question, can this marriage be withdrawn?"
Her impatience and anxiety had already crept up to the corners of her brows and eyes. Li Qiao, who had always been careless in dealing with people and things, forgot to pretend in front of Shang Yu.
Just when she thought Shang Yu would not answer, a sentence came from her ear: "If you want, you can retire."