Chapter 1022: Mrs. Shang, happy birthday

Until she walked into the hospital, Li Qiao was still a little out of shape.

Does she come to the hospital to see a doctor or visit a doctor when she

dressed like this?

In just a few minutes, the two arrived at the maternity ward.

Li Qiao didn't say anything, and followed the doctor into the ward and started

a series of inspection procedures.

Think about it carefully, during the time she was in Parma, she did not have a

detailed pregnancy test.

I spend most of the time in the ward with Shang Yu. According to time

calculations, the days of treatment have passed.

The inspection time is very long, and every inspection is carried out in an

orderly manner.

Until 11:30 in the morning, Luo Yu returned to the lounge with all the reports

and said congratulations.

The pregnancy check is all normal, and there is no problem with the deformity.

The vitality of the little cub in the belly is really strong.

Li Qiao lazily sat in a chair drinking milk, "It's over?"

Luoyu carefully folded the report form and put it into his pocket, "Well, you

can go."

Li Qiao didn't ask much, got up and walked outside the door.

She has some expectations, where will she go next.

In the style of Shang Yu, she prepared clothes for her, and let Luo Yu take

her to the inspection. There might be other arrangements.

So, when the rainy car stopped at the door of the modeling room, Li Qiao was

not surprised at all, and walked in calmly.

The stylists have been waiting for a long time. When they saw Li Qiao, they

nodded, "Mrs. Shang."

Li Qiao's heart trembled, and very few people would call her Mrs. Shang

directly.

The styling time is very long, about an hour and a half later, the styling is

finished, and Li Qiao is about to fall asleep.

Luo Yu brought a takeaway from Crystal Court from nowhere. Li Qiao simply ate

a few bites, and she became more lazy.

Time came to four o'clock in the afternoon, and Luo Yu drove Li Qiao to the

Nanyang Royal Hotel.

There seems to be activities in the hotel today. There is a long red carpet in

front of the hotel, and it looks magnificent under the sunset.

Li Qiao tugged at the hem of his long skirt, looking at the big screen covered

by red silk, "Is there a banquet tonight?"

Luo Yu nodded, "Yes, the boss has a social gathering tonight, and you need to

accompany him to participate."

"Oh--"

Li Qiao responded with a long tone, always feeling that something was wrong.

Shang Yuhui can’t remember her birthday?

But the furnishings and various arrangements in front of the hotel are indeed

the specifications for banquet events.

Fine.

Birthdays are the same anyway, as long as he is there.

Li Qiao carried her skirt and stepped onto the red carpet. There was nothing

unusual along the way. The staff were still busy performing their duties,

seemingly not caring about their arrival.

Until Li Qiao and Luo Yu walked into the lobby, the red silk covering the big

screen was torn off quickly, and on the big LED screen, a background image of

maple leaves was red like fire.

In the picture, on the wooden plank road, there are two figures standing side

by side, holding hands and looking back.

Below the photo, there is also a line of small prints, Mrs. Shang, happy

birthday.

As the red silk is torn off, the red background color is particularly

conspicuous.

Countless pedestrians stopped to concentrate, and when they looked at it,

someone shouted in surprise: "That person...isn’t Nanyang Shang Shaoyan?"

"Nonsense, when did Nanyang Shang Shaoyan have a wife?"

"You're just talking nonsense, didn't it say Mrs. Shang's happy birthday?"

"Fucking, fucking, Yan Ye is married?"

Passers-by eating melons in front of the hotel took the pictures on the screen

for the first time and uploaded them to the Internet. Soon, a keyword appeared

in the hot search.

Shang Shaoyan announces marriage news

Netizens were surprised. The tag they put on was #商少延隐婚#. How come the hot

search turned into an announcement of marriage?

What the ** is the result of capital operation?

At half past four, countless luxury cars in Nanyang City were dispatched and

gathered at the Royal Hotel from all directions.

You can hear the roar of the engine of the sports car at all street corners,

which scared many private cars into the side roads, afraid of touching the

porcelain.

At five o'clock exactly, the grand scene in front of the Royal Hotel was

unprecedented.

There are countless handsome men and beauties, and their identities are

extraordinary.

For example, the boss of the Quartet in Southeast Asia, the Southeast Asia,

the Secretary General of Southeast Asia, the richest man in Southeast Asia,

such as the art giant, such as a gangster full of gangster temperament.

At the same time, bodyguards continued to drive there and sent various gifts.

As small as a box of diamonds, as large as the latest concept car, some people

even sent boxes of gift money.

This is a special birthday party, and the master Li Qiao doesn't know it at

all. She is still sitting in the lounge at a quarter past five, eating cake

and drinking juice.

After a while, the phone on her leg vibrated, Li Qiao glanced sideways, and

turned on the hands-free when answering, "How about?"

"There are many designers, I have selected three industry qualifications and

good reputation, and sent you the information."

Li Qiao thanked him quietly, and then thought of another thing, "Help me

check, how many assets are in my name."

Bai Yan was silent for several seconds, "You haven't counted it yourself?"

"Not counted, too much." Li Qiao replied lightly. Bai Yan thought she was

suspected of showing off her wealth.

"What do you want to do when checking assets? Is there a big investment or..."

Li Qiao finished the last bite of the cake and said lukewarmly: "It's useful."

Bai Yan helplessly, after agreeing, he bluntly said, “If there are too many

assets, call Yanmeng. We need money to expand our business scope.”

"Well, I'll give it to you later."

Bai Yan felt at ease, hung up the phone and started investigating Li Qiao’s

assets.

In less than three minutes, his bank card received a text message, one

billion.

Bai Yan topped his cheeks, lit a cigarette and started knocking on the

computer, and said to Bai Xiaohu: "Notify everyone in Yan League, don't go out

in May, wait for Lao Tzu to arrange.

"Brother Bai, are there activities in May?" Bai Xiaohu's eyes are bright,

isn't it his kind heart, and finally he will fulfill his promise of taking

them around the world?

Bai Yan bit his cigarette holder and looked at him, and broke his illusion in

the next second, “Don’t dream, it’s not a trip. Save me money, don’t **

borrow it from me, I don’t have any money.”

……

At half past five, the private banquet hall was overcrowded.

Basically, those who came to the banquet were familiar faces, even Qiu Huan

and Ou Bai, who had not shown up for a long time, came.

In front of the banquet hall, there is a long table with gift boxes of

different sizes but the same packaging.

Twenty-two.

Qiuhuan sat at the banquet table in the second row, looking at Li San at the

main table in the front row, smiling and joking, "You two have solved the

holiday?"

Ou Bai shook his leg, and the scene of the injury that day is still vivid. He

proudly shook the broken hair on his forehead, but his tone was dull, "Forget

it."

Qiuhuan pursed his lips, and for a moment, he swept over He Chen, Zong Zhan,

Jin Rong and others, “I always thought that Shao Yan’s friends in Nanyang were

only you and me. Now it seems that I think too much.”

He Chen in the west of the city will not say anything. They are all in

Nanyang.

His deeds in Nanyang are also like treacherous.

(End of this chapter)