Chapter 62 Master Yan, I'm Single

Chapter 62 Master Yan, I'm Single

The milk tea shop just opened, there are not many people, and the sweet fragrance of milk tea is still wafting in the small shop.

Mo Qi sat across from Li Qiao, holding a cup of milk tea with one hand, hesitant to speak.

At this time, Li Qiao looked at the succulent potted plants on the windowsill, and her slight tilt of her head outlined her perfect neckline.

Mo Qi stared at her, his fingertips curled up, his eyes were a little silly.

"Do you have something to tell me?" The moment Li Qiao opened her mouth, she looked at Mo Qi with a lukewarm attitude.

Mo Qi met her eyes unexpectedly, and took a sip of milk tea in a panic, trying to cover up the embarrassment of being caught.

The atmosphere was silent for a few seconds, Mo Qi collected his mood and raised his head again, "Xiao Li, why do you have to be an embalmer?"

Li Qiao looked at Mo Qi, scratched her nails on the table twice, and answered concisely, "Interesting."

"But..." Mo Qi hesitated for a moment, then said after some consideration: "You are a girl after all, aren't you afraid?"

In his eyes, Li Qiao is rich and handsome, and in the most popular words nowadays, she is a sure winner in life.

The work of an embalmer, even today, is still viewed by many people with colored glasses.

There was no need for her to accept those strange pointers and gazes.

At this time, Li Qiao's eyebrows relaxed, and she looked out of the window again and said lightly: "Brother, sometimes the living are more scary."

Mo Qi was speechless for a moment.

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In less than five minutes, Li Qiao left the milk tea shop first.

Mo Qi sat at the table, looking at the cup of untouched milk tea, his eyes were full of loneliness.

As soon as he got nervous, he forgot that Junior Sister Li never seemed to drink milk tea.

Outside the store, a gust of wind passed through the old wall, messing up Li Qiao's temple hair.

She walked slowly, looking up at the swaying light green treetops, full of vitality, as if reminding that summer is coming.

Then there is still more than a month, and it will be the third anniversary of Hui Zai's death.

At this time, there was a muffled sound of car engines coming from far and near on the side road behind him.

Standing under the camphor tree, Li Qiao saw a low-key black commercial vehicle slowly parked beside her out of the corner of her eye.

The car window was only lowered by about ten centimeters, and a pair of extremely cold black eyes were staring at her through the gap.

Li Qiao raised her eyebrows, took a step forward, and the automatic door of the back seat opened in due time.

In the spacious carriage, Shang Yu, dressed in black, sat lazily in a single seat with crossed legs, with an intriguing smile on his thin crimson lips, but his eyes were extremely cold.

Li Qiao's eyes intertwined with his, unable to figure out what his stern and ruthless appearance represented.

Even that sculpted and handsome face seemed to be covered with frost, exuding a strong sense of aggression and distance.

But he was obviously smiling.

Li Qiao stepped forward intently, holding back her suspicions, and said softly, "Master Yan is here to work in the old town?"

Shang Yu leaned against the back of the chair, put his arms on the armrests, twitched his fingertips lightly, glanced at the milk tea shop behind Li Qiao with his dark eyes, and said in a deep and cold tone, "Boyfriend?"

A handsome man and a beautiful woman of the same age meet at a milk tea shop in the old town, and it seems that it is indeed the state of love that a girl of her age should have.

Just now, she left, he chased, and then the two looked at each other and smiled, including Li Qiao who accepted the gift from the young man without hesitation, every frame was particularly dazzling in Shang Yu's eyes.

Is this the reason why she was eager to divorce Shang Lu?

At this moment, Li Qiao turned around in doubt, and followed Shang Yu's gaze to look behind her. The half-open window still vaguely reflected Mo Qi's cheek looking through the window.

Li Qiao looked away casually, and bent her lips lazily, so that's the case.

She stretched her eyebrows, and looked at Shang Yu again, her pair of deer eyes were as bright as the stars behind the clouds, "It's not a boyfriend. Lord Yan, I'm single."