Chapter 1010: Man's inferiority

Chapter 1010 Men's Inferiority

Yin Mo didn't care about Wei Ang's gaze, and kindly asked him to take him to

find Li Qiao.

Who can refuse the request of a beauty.

Wei Ang stretched out his hand forward, "Miss Yin, come with me."

After the two left, He Chenchu stayed in place, his handsome face covered

with cloud-like gloom.

Does He Ao want to die? !

At this time, Luo Xi looked at He Chen with his arms around his chest, and

kicked the ball at his feet. "When a man uses this kind of thing to a woman,

it is either sexual hyperactivity or insufficiency. It is also a manifestation

of pleasure-seeking psychology. ."

He Chen gazed at Luo Xi with dark eyebrows, "Psychologists like to think about

other people's psychology casually?"

Fucking insufficiency.

If he didn't look down on this dry woman, he wouldn't mind letting her taste

his power.

Luo Xi shrugged and kicked the mud-stained ball with contempt. “It’s not a

guess, it's a conclusion based on facts.”

When the words fell, she and He Chen passed by.

As a woman, few people can accept this kind of treatment.

Even if He Chen looks angry, his subordinates will act like this, which at

least proves that he has this habit.

On this day, He Chen not only died, but also was mistaken for misconduct.

In short, the kind of ** feeling that He Ao can't vent his anger even after

a thousand swords.

...

At the same time, when Wei Ang brought Yin Mo to the ward, he happened to see

Li Qiao and Mo Jue sitting together.

The moment they pushed the door and entered, they heard Mo Jue clapped his

hands in surprise and said, "Sister, you haven't seen it. The scene is

exaggerated. It's a big gift box tied to the roof of the car and transported

away."

Yin Mo, Wei Ang: "..."

"Seven cubs..."

Yin Mo whispered to Li Qiao, with waves and a trace of unobvious grievance

hidden in his eyes.

Wei Ang exited the ward silently, Mo Jue raised his eyes to see Yin Mo, and

suddenly wowed, "Sister, you are so beautiful."

Yin Mo grinned reluctantly, "Thank you."

Li Qiao stood up to greet her, keenly aware that something was wrong with her,

"What's wrong?"

Yin Mo tugged the skirt with her fingers, and shook her head with her eyes

down, "Nothing, will I disturb you here?"

"No." Li Qiao took her to the sofa and sat down, and looked at her eyebrows

slightly, "Brother Chen asked you to come?"

Yin Mo swallowed, "I think it is."

She knew that Qizai was in a bad state recently, and she didn't want to add

trouble to her with her own affairs.

Yin Mo sat quietly for a while, then got up and said, "I'll go to the

bathroom."

Li Qiao looked at her humble back, frowned, and said nothing.

Everyone has their own stories and secrets, and now the only person who can

affect her emotions is Shang Yu.

As for Yin Mo and He Chen, I can only ask for blessings.

Li Qiao retracted her gaze, and told Mo Jue: "I will send you back to the

manor for a while. You will live here first during this period. I can't

accompany you. I can tell Liu Yun what's the matter."

Mo Jue nodded obediently, "Okay~ Don't worry about me, I'll be waiting for you

at the manor."

Li Qiao sorted out the crooked little felt hat for her, and said with a gentle

look: "Then you go back first, and you can call me if you are in a hurry."

"Hmm, then I'm leaving." Mo Jue held his small schoolbag with one hand, got up

and walked out.

Opened the door, she looked back at Li Qiao again, with worry hidden in her

eyes, "Sister, if you want to start, don’t be unhappy, everything will

pass..."

Mojue is very good at observing words and colors, although his personality is

detached.

She clearly read a hint of laxity from Li Qiao’s expression and demeanor.

Her sister does not seem to be as lively as she used to be.

...

Time flies, a week has passed in a blink of an eye, and there are two days

left to be the fifteenth full night of the first month.

Li Qiao guarded Shang Yu in the past few days.

Luo Xi’s psychotherapy has begun to take effect. The man’s emotions have

become controllable, and the conversation with Li Qiao is not depressing and

dull.

He seems to have learned to open up with her. Even if it is not an immediate

effect, he will confess many things to Li Qiao straightforwardly.

On this day, Li Qiao received a call from the old house. She lazily responded

with a few words, and then she lay on Shang Yu’s chest to wake up.

The man had just finished his psychological counseling in the morning, and his

three-dimensional outline was covered with light fatigue.

He stroked the back of Li Qiao's neck, lowered his eyebrows and tenderly, "Are

you going back?"

"Well, Dad is looking for me." Li Qiao hasn't woke up from a nap, her eyes are

reddish, and she looks very tired.

Shang Yu's arms were wrapped around her back, his eyes lowered slightly, his

voice was filled with a thin smile, "I will accompany you back?"

Li Qiao opened his eyes steeply, propped up on his chest with both hands,

"I'll ask Luo Xi."

Shang Yu has been in the hospital for more than 20 days, and he is doing his

best to cooperate with this treatment.

It will be the fifteenth reunion night soon, maybe...you can go back to have a

reunion dinner.

Before Li Qiao got out of bed, the man hooked her back into his arms, "Don’t

worry, I’ll go to bed again."

Li Qiaofu rubbed against Shang Yu’s chest, "How about...you go with me?"

"Okay." The man replied graciously, causing Li Qiao's heart to throb.

He seems to be getting better, he seems...more gentle and considerate than

before.

He became less domineering, but learned to discuss and communicate with her.

Li Qiao’s gaze rose inch by inch, and when she met the man’s eyes, she moved

in her heart and leaned over to kiss his thin lips, “When the matter is over,

let’s go back to Nanyang.”

They have no sense of belonging to each other in Parma, because Nanyang is

where their story begins.

Shang Yu turned against the guest, and licked with her lips in her mouth,

feeling a mess, "Okay, I'll make arrangements."

...

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Li Qiao and Shang Yu walked out of the

inpatient building hand in hand.

This is the first time a man has walked out of the ward in more than 20 days.

He changed into a medical suit, and his black shirt and black trousers

restored him to his former well-dressed.

Shang Yu is thin, but not weak.

Li Qiao took his hand and walked down the steps, the shadows falling

diagonally on the ground, reflecting each other, entangled and overlapped.

A few meters behind them, they followed Luo Xi and Luo Yu.

In less than half an hour, a group of people arrived at the old house.

Li Qiao and Shang Yu walked to the teahouse side by side, while Luo Xi went to

the fishing pond with a clear purpose. Luo Yu was worried that she would get

lost, so he followed him to introduce her to the scenery of the old house.

Luo Xi’s short shoulder-length hair was blown by the breeze. She lowered her

head and stepped on the bluestone pavement, and asked in a soft voice: “Does

Ming Dailan have been sent to a nursing home? Does it mean Li Qiao?”

Luoyu shook his head and answered truthfully, "It was arranged by the owner."

Luo Xi paused, looking at the fishing pond in the distance, and muttered in a

low voice, "It really looks like his style."

Luo Yu looked weirdly, "Dr. Luo knows the owner well?"

"No..." Luo Xi strolled forward, his voice becoming lighter, "I just

understand the inferior nature of men."

(End of this chapter)