Chapter 1063: Affection is his background

On the other end of the phone, Yin Mo seemed to be thinking. With her

unreasonable trust in Li Qiao, she was obviously moved.

Li Qiao listened carefully to the frequency of her breathing fluctuations.

After a while, she softly explained: "Second sister, you don't need to

accommodate him, you can do whatever you want. The feelings are about your

wishes, which is different from other things."

Li Qiao always believes that once He Chen is emotional, he will love Yin Mo

more than anyone else.

The brother that Shaoyan values most, turbulence is only the appearance, and

affection is his background color.

Then, the upright Yin Mo sent out a soul torture, "Don’t need it? But I

feel...you are very accommodating to Yan Ye."

For him, he chose to fight against Childman unconditionally, and for him to

abandon the original medical research to abandon medicine and go into

business...

There are many, many more.

Li Qiao wiped her face, and said, "He is mine, of course I have to

accommodate, and He Chen is not."

Yin Mo murmured in a low voice, "Qiaoqiao, you seem to be inconsistent..."

She is with He Chen, so he is also hers.

Li Qiao on the receiver side, raised her head and took a deep breath, "Hang

up."

In the lounge, Shang Yu looked at Li Qiao in his arms with a low eye, his thin

lips created a pleasant arc, "Say it again."

Li Qiao glanced at the phone, and subconsciously said: "Hang up."

A thin smile overflowed from the man’s throat, and he pressed down his

handsome face and said in a seductive manner: "Whose am I?"

"Mine." Li Qiao replied confidently, raising her eyes just to see the corners

of the man's pale blue eyes, and she felt a little distressed.

The young cubs are just born, crying every night and need to be fed.

Shang Yu kept guarding them these days, and he was also taking care of the

cubs making a noise in the middle of the night.

Li Qiao touched the corner of his eye, and softly suggested, "Go home in a few

days."

"Homesick?" The man put the papers on his knees on the table and patted her on

the shoulder, "Wait a minute, your body is important, eh?"

Li Qiao leaned her head on his shoulders and sighed softly, “I’m in good

health, and it’s the same when I go home to raise it.”

Shang Yu dropped his head and met her gaze. Three seconds later, he

compromised and said, "Tomorrow I will let someone make arrangements."

"Yeah." Li Qiao replied, then leaned in his arms, "I want to sleep in the

lounge tonight, you accompany me. There is enough milk in the daytime, and he

wakes up at night, and the concubine will give it to him. drink."

The man looked at her small mouth, bowed his head and kissed him, "Okay."

Li Qiao vaguely felt that Shang Yu’s voice seemed to be dumb. She raised her

eyebrows and looked at him, only to find that the man’s eyes stopped on her

chest and his eyes darkened.

"I'm going to change clothes." Li Qiao was also helpless. The chest of the

hospital gown was wet and it was caused by milk.

The man gasped heavily, got up and took her to the bathroom next door.

Li Qiao knew that he was uncomfortable. After all, it took a long time. After

thinking about it, she silently stretched out her right hand, "Give it..."

Shang Yu's gaze stagnated, then his gaze shifted, and he looked at her

narrowly, "What do you think I am going to do?"

Li Qiao raised his eyebrows, "Then you drag me to the bathroom?"

The man slowed down, his lips grew with a smile, "Naturally...wipe it for

you."

"Oh." Li Qiao scratched the tip of her nose, with a calm expression, "Let's go

then."

Shang Yu said it simply, but when he entered the bathroom, the man put Li

Qiao's back against the door.

With Li Qiao’s current physical condition, it is impossible to have ** with

each other. At least, she will have to wait another three months.

But this does not prevent Shang Yu from hugging her and kissing her deeply.

The beloved woman is close at hand, but she can’t touch it because of

objective facts. This tormented man doesn’t want to try a second time.

……

Parma, the next afternoon.

Yin Mo was sitting on the balcony holding the laptop and typing on the

keyboard earnestly, with headphones on her ears.

There was a cup of fragrant black coffee on the short table next to . She

casually picked it up and took a sip, and then heard the door bell rang

downstairs.

Yin Mo closed the computer, got up and walked around and said, "Achang, can

you help me pick them up, and if you are willing to follow me, give me a copy

of the list."

A Chang readily agreed, “Second Miss, there are some of Xiao’s subordinates,

who have been scattered all over the border all these years, and they probably

haven’t left. If you don’t mind, I’ll call to ask.”

Yin Mo paused, and his eyes were cool, "No, I only need to belong to my second

team member, and the rest... forget it."

The Seven Frontiers all belong to their own independent teams. There are not

many people, but they have their own abilities. For example, Achang and Ajie

are the backbone of Li Qiao's Seventh Team.

In these years, Yin Mo has taken orders from Xiao Yehui and never dared to act

without authorization.

Even the second team members who once belonged to her don’t know how many are

left.

Although Xiao Yehui is inexcusable, now, life and death are separated, she

does not blame him, but she does not want to accept people and things related

to him.

Just like before his death, Yin Mo said: I won’t forgive you, but I don’t

blame you anymore.

Not long after, Yin Mo took off his headphones and came to the hallway

downstairs without any hassle.

Outside the door, Wei Ang held a cardboard box in his hand and said with a

smile, "Miss Yin, this is what the young lady gave you."

Yin Mo received his hand, and at the same time turned sideways to give way,

"Thank you, please come in."

Wei Ang waved his hand and said no, and thought he hadn't lived enough. If

Brother Chen knew that he was alone with Miss Yin in a single room, he

wouldn't be stripped of his skin.

Yin Mo held the medicine box in one hand and watched Wei Angyuan's figure

going away. He pulled the corners of his mouth and didn't hold back.

It's been a morning, and He Chen didn't come and didn't call her.

Yin Mo returned to the living room, opened the carton and saw a dazzling array

of trauma ointments, which were very complete. Then there were two small black

boxes in the corner of the carton that attracted her attention.

The texture of the black matte paper box is very good, the size of the palm,

but I can’t see what it is.

Yin Mo took it and shook it, thinking it was a newly developed ointment, and

without much thought, opened the lid and poured out the contents.

At the same time, the sound of wheels rubbing against the ground also

continued from the hallway.

So, when He Chen walked into the living room with the suitcase, he saw Yin Mo

hurriedly...hiding things.

To be precise, it is picking it up and hiding it behind the pillow.

He Chen leaned on the trolley box, his eyes trembled and his legs shook,

"Captain Yin, what are you doing with my back?"

Yin Mo's eyes were messy, and her cheeks were strangely red.

She stuffed her hand behind the pillow indiscriminately, looked at He Chen and

smiled, "Why are you here?"

While talking, a light pink heart-shaped sticky note floated from Yin Mo's leg

to the ground. She leaned over to pick it up, but He Chen released the trolley

box and walked over.

Yin Mo saw that post-it note fell in He Chen's hand, and asked with her

eyebrows, "What did you write?"

He Chen glanced at the post-it note quickly, his lips curled up with a wicked

smile, "Like those with particles?"

"What particle?"

(End of this chapter)