Chapter 538: Li Qiao's choice

Chapter 538 The choice faced by Li Qiao

In the study room on the third floor of Earls Court, a full wall of bookcases

is filled with classical literature.

The dark red decor of the room is full of seriousness and dullness.

The ceiling lamp in the room was very warm, the light circle shrouded the

people near the sofa, and only the occasional crisp sound was quiet.

It was the sound of the wine glass fragments dug out from Li Qiao's palms

falling into the tray.

At this time, Shang Yu knelt on one knee, half-hanging his head, holding Li

Qiao's right hand with one hand, and holding the tweezers to poke away the

flesh and look for the debris buried inside.

The man's short hair hung in front of his forehead, blocking his hazy eyes.

He seemed to be controlling his strength very carefully, but the back of his

hand holding the tweezers was already showing a vein.

Li Qiao didn't speak, and sat quietly, even though her palm was bloody, she

didn't say a word.

She stared at the bookcase opposite, as if the pause button had been pressed.

It seems to her that real disappointment and sadness have always been silent.

Ten minutes later, Shang Yu bandaged her flesh and blood palms, and a layer of

fine sweat spread on her smooth forehead.

The emotions of the two seemed to be tense to the extreme, but no one spoke to

break the silence in the room.

Shang Yu still maintained the posture of kneeling on one knee, gently stroking

Li Qiao's cold fingertips with his warm fingers.

His eyes fell on her left wrist, and the watch was gone.

But in the red guest system these days, the positioning of that watch is still

active in Yuncheng.

Because of this, he did not expect that Li Qiao would return to the British

emperor again, and seemed to have changed his status.

I don't know how long it took, Shang Yu pursed his lips, his apple continued

to slide, and it took a long time to speak dumbly: "You blame me?"

Li Qiao's gaze moved sluggishly to the man's face as she stared ahead, and

also crashed into his dark and obscure eyes.

She curled her lips and shook her head very slowly.

What is he to blame?

Blame him for not telling himself Xiao Yehui's identity in advance?

How can he say such things?

Just like her own mood right now, how should she tell Shen Qingye and Xia Siyu

that the person who smashed them is probably the big brother Xiao Yehui who

had sprinkled blood for them.

Even with that, it is very likely that Shen Qingye will think she is a stupid,

and Xia Xia will think that she is wicked.

There are some things that can’t be blunt.

Shang Yu also has this kind of situation and concerns.

At this moment, the figure of the man kneeling and Li Qiao's gaze coincided

with Li Qiao's sight. He squeezed her finger lightly, his eyes deep, "If you

feel uncomfortable, you can blame me."

Li Qiao shook her head again, and then dropped her eyelids.

Shang Yu's lip line gradually straightened, and her jaw was lifted, her

handsome face turned cold, "Then you say something, eh?"

His movements forced Li Qiao to face him.

The warm color of the light was reflected in the eyes of both of them, but

they didn't feel any warmth.

Li Qiao licked the dry corners of her mouth, frowning, her tone of unconscious

coquetry and grievances, "Hands hurt..."

It hurts.

The moment Shang Yu frowned, his heart suddenly tightened, and then he heard

her cry of pain, he stood up and hugged her, "Go to the hospital."

She has such a strong character that she can cry, and men don't have any extra

energy to think about other things.

"No need." Li Qiao raised his intact left hand to stop his movement. Without

much effort, he pulled the man's arms towards him, "Hold for a while."

Shang Yu's body was slightly stiff, he carefully hooked her shoulders after he

took the seat, and took her into his arms with very gentle force.

He didn't dare to use force, as if he could break her to pieces once he

applied force.

Li Qiao tonight is full of fragility he has never seen before.

Li Qiao naturally didn't know Shang Yu's true thoughts, but felt that the hug

was too shallow and not intimate enough, so she didn't disable her shoulder to

push him, "Do you use a little energy?"

The man's eyes trembled, and the complex emotions mixed in his chest

dissipated a lot in an instant.

He lowered his head and saw her raising her eyebrows as if waiting for him to

exert force, finally lifted her thin lips and pressed her in his arms with

strong force.

Li Qiao was comfortable, and Shang Yu sighed as if he was relieved.

"Aren't you afraid of the pain now?" The man's angular jaw rested on top of

her head, his arms warm and strong.

Li Qiao was bored in his arms, smelling the ebony incense that belonged to

him, and the heavy mood healed a lot.

She pressed her face to his chest, and said whispered: "The pain in the hands

is not the pain in the body."

When the words fell, there was another silent silence.

There are things that cannot be avoided. After Li Qiao sorted out his

emotions, she leaned back a little later and pulled a moderate distance away,

"When did you know that he was Xiao Yehui?"

Shang Yu pursed his thin lips and looked away from the window, "I had doubts

before, but it was confirmed after your elder brother's wedding reception that

the person who gave you the gift money in the surveillance is Xiao Yeyan's

daily hired bodyguard."

Li Qiao opened her mouth, "Second Childeman?"

"Yeah." The man replied solemnly, "The gift money should be Xiao Yeyan's

handwriting. He and Xiao Yehui are half-parents."

Listening to Shang Yu's statement, Li Qiao finally had a clearer understanding

of the Childman family.

Xiao Yehui's mother was the duchess whom Ming Media was marrying, and he was

also the eldest son of the duke's family.

As for Xiao Yeyan, it was the duke's romantic debt outside the family. He was

taken back to the family only after the death of his biological mother.

No wonder she didn't see any similarities between Xiao Yeyan and Xiao Yehui at

the beginning. His face comparable to a comic book character was so perfect

that he couldn't even spot any flaws.

If he followed his mother's appearance more, then his biological mother must

also be beautiful, and it might make sense to make the Duke Childman cheat and

fall under her pomegranate skirt.

After all, after the implementation of monogamy, the British nobility and even

members of the royal family raised their lovers outside, which is also one of

their identity symbols.

But soon, Shang Yu revealed another message that the relationship between the

two brothers was not harmonious, and they were on the same level.

Hearing this, Li Qiao suddenly had a strange thought, "Did Xiao Yeyan

intentionally let me know that Huizi is still alive?"

The man's generous palm stroked the top of her head, and nodded coldly, "It's

very likely."

It's just that Xiao Yeyan was severely injured by him in Nanyang later, and he

didn't have the opportunity to make another move.

...

At the same time, outside the study, Feng Yi was smoking a cigarette against

the window sill in the corridor.

Standing beside him stood expressionless Liuyun and Mochizuki.

Shang Yu and Li Qiao have been in for twenty minutes, but they have never come

out.

Feng Yi found it ridiculous, even funny.

If he hadn't asked his own noble Cavaliers team, he would have never thought

that Li Qiao and Duke Childman were old acquaintances.

Thinking of this, Feng Yi snorted again suddenly, feeling a sense of

powerlessness.

The Childman family and Pama Shang have been enemies for many years.

As Shaoyan's girlfriend, Li Qiao will face too many choices in the future.

With a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, Feng Yi took out his cell phone

from his trouser pocket to make a call.

(End of this chapter)