Chapter 528: The man in the Bentley

Shang Yu pursed his thin lips slightly, picked up the cigarette on the ground,

and threw it on the table casually, with a smile in his voice, "It sounds like

he is indeed not a qualified capitalist."

Li Qiao watched the man take out a cigarette again and light it to her lips.

She tilted her body, leaning on the sofa, her eyes narrowed, "Yes, so I have

to stay and help Su Laosi solve this problem."

She paused for a few seconds, looked away, and looked down at her nails, "I

shouldn't go back to Nanyang until the trouble is resolved."

Shang Yu blew out a thin puff of smoke, and a faint white mist lingered around

him. He turned his head and stared at Li Qiao, don't curl his lips

meaningfully: "If you solve it, you can go back?"

"Maybe." Li Qiao raised his eyebrows and looked at him, the smile in his eyes

grew thicker.

The man narrowed his eyes with an unpredictable expression, "Well, you need

help and remember to tell me."

Li Qiao didn't smile, she now clearly saw four big characters on Shang Yu's

face: posing.

Originally, she didn't think deeply about the capital's real intention to move

the Medical Alliance. After all, she hadn't seen the capital's strange

investment request before.

But it can make Nanyang Shang Shaoyan suddenly lose his temper, and she can

catch a trace of unusualness no matter how stupid she is.

The capitalist she referred to as unscrupulous, it seemed that he could be

stamped and claimed.

...

Twenty minutes later, Shang Yu and Li Qiao came to the western restaurant

downstairs.

Feng Yi, a nobleman, was helping Zong Yue pour water, and he wrote everything

like a gentleman.

During the meal, Zong Yue received a call from Li Jun.

She rolled the napkin on her lap and put it on the table, said apologetic, and

went to the corridor with her mobile phone.

It was late at night in China, Zong Yue leaned back against the wall and

smiled softly: "Why haven't you slept yet?"

"Just finished." Li Jun's low voice is not hard to hear a trace of fatigue. He

opened the quilt and went to bed. After a rustling sound, he asked again: "Are

you having fun?"

Zong Yue looked at her toes, her face was filled with joy, "It's okay. But she

didn't go anywhere, just went shopping."

Li Jun, who was far away in the country, half leaned on the head of the bed

and listened to her crisp voice, and a feeling of anxiety that had never been

felt before.

Without her, beside the bed, it was empty and deserted.

He has fallen asleep alone for more than 30 years. He didn't feel lonely

before, and he didn't experience the feeling of lonely sleep.

But Zong Yue had only left for two days, and Li Jun was a little

uncomfortable.

Thinking about this, he rolled his Adam's apple, "How many days are you going

to play?"

Zong Yue rubbed his shoulder-length hair, and replied vaguely: "Seven or eight

days."

This is still her estimated date, because Qiao Qiao has been asked before, she

seems to be busy with work, and the specific return date is still uncertain.

When Li Jun heard her answer, he became even more annoyed.

The two chatted again, and after hanging up the phone, he got up and went to

the study.

Smoke a cigarette and suppress the thoughts in your heart.

I didn't think I was a person of great desire before, but Zong Yue could

always stir up his most primitive desire to be a man.

Destined to be a lonely sleepless night again.

...

That night, Li Qiao did not stay at the Royal Hotel, but He Zongyue returned

to Pullman.

Shang Yu seemed to be busy too, and several people said goodbye temporarily in

front of the hotel.

Feng Yi looked at the corner of the street, slowly putting his hands in the

pockets of his suit pants, his tone was serious, "Do you need me to arrange

someone to protect them?"

"No." The man's voice was particularly low, "There are people by her side."

In response, Feng Yi frowned somewhat disapprovingly, "Are you sure that the

two bodyguards are enough? If you let Childman know that she is coming to the

British emperor, it is impossible to guarantee that she will not be caught."

Shang Yu hooked his thin lips, and the sharp curve made a bit of mockery,

"They dare not."

Feng Yi put the corners of his mouth stubbornly, raised his hand and patted

the man's shoulder, "Since you say that, then I won't mix it up.

I don’t think my younger siblings look like a girl with no opinion, but after

all, this is Zellman’s place, so be careful. "

After a while, the man bowed into the car, and Feng Yi then called and asked

his deputy to drive the car over.

In the back seat, he received a call as soon as he got in the car.

After listening to the other party's explanation, his face changed slightly,

"Are you sure?"

After confirming the news again and again, Feng Yi informed Shang Yu without

hesitation.

Duke Childman's motorcade appeared on the streets of London at six tonight.

In recent years, the Prince Childman has not shown his face in public. After

the hereditary duke, he even lived in Childman City. Why did he show up

tonight?

...

At the Pullman Hotel, the black bulletproof commercial vehicle just drove into

the underground parking lot. Li Qiao sitting by the window with his eyes

drooping and looking at the documents, keenly perceives something wrong.

Around the parking lot, it was too quiet.

It was just past 8:30, and there was no sound in the dimly lit parking lot.

As the car turned, several identical black Bentleys were parked side by side

in the front parking space.

Flagpoles were erected on both sides of the hood of each car.

The flag of the car was not turned on, but it is not difficult to see that

these cars are either owned by the royal family, or are signs that can only be

equipped by top nobles.

Li Qiao’s commercial car passed in front of the Bentley, and in the cab of

each car, a bodyguard in black and white shirts could be seen sitting in it.

She glanced briefly, for a total of six cars.

Perhaps the anti-peep effect of the car window film is too good, making it

impossible to see if there is anyone in the back seat.

But Li Qiao just sensed that someone was watching her in there.

Especially when the commercial vehicle was parked near the elevator, she

vaguely heard the sound of the windows falling when she got off the car with

the documents.

Li Qiao stood still in front of the elevator door, looking back at the rear

parking space blankly.

Under the shadowy light, she could only see half of the lowered car window

revealing a very abrupt white glove.

"Qiaoqiao, what's the matter?"

At this moment, Zong Yue also stood in place, looking at her movements,

looking very puzzled.

Li Qiao took a deep look, looked away and stepped into the elevator: "It's

okay."

Two bodyguards guarded them one after another into the elevator, and as the

car door slowly closed, the windows of the Bentley lowered again.

A profile face reflected out the window.

The man's eyes were calm, but there was a cold indifference with no

temperature. As he slowly lowered his head, his eyes fell on his left hand

wearing white gloves.

He gently touched the edge of the glove with the belly of his right finger,

his tentacles were hard and cold.

"Let's go."

He spoke faintly, his tone was slow and melodious, not like Shang Yu's deep

magnetism, but rather gentle and refined.

In a blink of an eye, six Bentleys quietly left the underground parking lot of

the Pullman Hotel.

...

At the same time, Li Qiao returned to the suite, threw the case data given to

her by Su Moshi on the bed, turned around and went to the study.

She turned on the computer and quickly hacked into the underground parking lot

of the Pullman Hotel.

(End of this chapter)