Chapter 537: Xiaoqi, I'm still alive, are you unhappy?

Between them, after more than a thousand days and nights, from yin and yang to

meet again in the world.

There is nothing more absurd than this.

Li Qiao stood in front of him, her dark eyes red, but there were no tears.

She dropped her gaze little by little to the Red Riding Hood medal on his

chest. After a long delay, she suddenly smiled: "So...you are the Duke of

Zellman, then I can't call you Huizi anymore..."

Duke Childman, his ancestor's surname was Xiao, and he used the name Xiao

Yehui.

Three years ago, he left the border with suspended animation and returned to

the Duke family.

"Little Seven..."

Xiao Yehui had anticipated countless kinds of encounters, but the moment he

really met was not one of those countless kinds.

In this world, only two people would call her Xiaoqi, one is Xiao Yehui and

the other is Bo Tingxiao.

Xiao Yehui looked at her, pressed his emotions, and said with a smile: "Little

Qi, are you unhappy to see me alive?"

Listening to the familiar and unfamiliar address, Li Qiao slowly opened her

eyes and looked at Xiao Yehui with some emptiness.

absurd.

In Li Qiao's cognition, only these two words remained.

She thought that Shang Yu's refusal to let her come to the British Emperor did

not want her to meet people from the Zellman family.

Now, she finally knew why.

Li Qiao tilted her head to look at the man, her voice trembling imperceptibly,

"You always knew?"

Shang Yu's breathing was messed up, but when he paced forward, he saw Li

Qiao's eyes wet.

She didn't cry when she looked at Xiao Yehui, but at the moment she asked him,

she cried.

No one has ever seen Li Qiao cry.

Even Shang Yu, making her cry in love, is a completely different concept from

crying in this situation.

The man was more panicked than her, and lunged forward and took her in his

arms, squeezing her wrist with a trembling other hand, and said dumbly: "Hey,

let go of your hand."

Li Qiao was held in his arms, and the veil on her face fell off.

Where no one saw, she closed her eyes, silent tears rained down.

Within half a minute, Li Qiao controlled her emotions, but she never let go of

her hand.

It seems that only the pain deep in the bone marrow can make her believe that

all this absurdity is not a dream.

She withdrew from Shang Yu's arms, the corners of her eyes were moist, and her

lips held a decent and courteous smile. When she looked sideways at Xiao

Yehui, she nodded slightly, "Excuse me, you continue."

Li Qiao turned to leave, but Xiao Yehui said behind her: "Little Qi, let's

talk."

She turned her back to him, her tone not fluctuating, "What does the Duke want

to talk to me?"

With a sound of the Duke, a wall was erected between them.

Li Qiao turned around and smiled faintly, "You want to tell me, haven't you

thought about killing Shen Qingye and Xia Siyu?"

Xiao Yehui's eyes narrowed slightly, but the corners of his lips curled up

without changing his face, "It seems that you believe that I did it?"

"Duke Childman, we will be long in Japan." Li Qiao also smiled, slowly letting

go, and the ** champagne glass fragments fell on the floor.

He is not Xiao Yehui, nor their Huizi, the eldest brother of the Border Seven,

who really died three years ago.

Today he is the Duke of Childman and the old enemy of the Parma Shang family.

It was the man behind the scenes who hurt Shen Qingye and Xia Siyu.

It was someone she couldn't calmly face for the time being.

Li Qiao left, disappearing into the depths of the lawn wall straight back.

Shang Yu glanced sharply at Xiao Yehui, then turned and raised his leg to

follow.

Behind, Xiao Yehui looked down at his left hand, and there was boundless

darkness in the depths of his eyes.

(End of this chapter)