Chapter 542: He has no scruples

Bo Tingxiao took a few puffs of cigarettes in succession. After a moment of

silence, he opened his lips again, "Little Qi, the death of Huizi..."

Before the words finished, Li Qiaohe smiled, "Brother Xiao, he...didn't die."

"What did you say?" His abruptly raised tone was enough to show his shock.

Countless thoughts emerged from the mind of Bo Tingxiao, but they still made

him feel incredible.

How could Xiao Yehui, who had no bones in the explosion, be alive?

Li Qiaoyan made a few concise statements. When she looked back towards the

night, she heard Bo Tingxiao's incredible voice, "He is actually the current

Duke of Childman?"

The two were silent for a long time across the telephone line.

It wasn't until Bo Tingxiao forced himself to accept this fact, that he said

obscurely: "Xiao Qi, you suspect that the military route map has been tampered

with. It was secretly instructed by the British side?"

"It's not impossible." Li Qiao used her injured right hand to squeeze the can,

and drank the beer with her head up. The cold liquid entered her throat, which

made her thinking more and more clear. "Brother Xiao, if the ex The duke’s

status can allow the Burmese military department to help change the system

route, then you...remember to be careful."

The status of Duke Childman is almost equal to that of members of the British

royal family.

If, on the grounds of the friendly relations between the two countries, the

Burmese military department can help revise a road map of the three-regardless

zone system to create the illusion of Xiao Yehui's death.

For the time being, according to the position and power of the Childman family

in the West, it is easy to ask the highest commander of Burma to change an

unimportant route.

She believed that Xiao Yehui had difficulties, but she couldn't be sure that

he would not attack the people around her again.

"Well, I know, I will investigate this matter carefully."

Bo Tingxiao responded with a deep voice, since Li Qiao gave him a reminder,

then follow this clue to find out the truth of the year.

...

After finishing the call, Li Qiao threw the phone by the window sill and shook

the beer, her eyes dark with no trace of color.

When she finished drinking the wine in the jar and turned around, the bedroom

door was suddenly opened.

Shang Yu wore a nightgown on his shoulders, and his hair came out in a mess.

He was in a hurry, even if the light in the living room was dim, Li Qiao could

easily see the tension in his eyes through the moonlight.

The word nervousness has never matched him.

Li Qiao's face was slightly startled, "Why are you..."

In the next second, the man saw her and walked over, swinging the nightgown

over his shoulders in a large arc.

He didn't even say a word, he walked forward and hugged Li Qiao's waist into

his arms, and the violently beating heart gradually stabilized.

Shang Yu, who was suddenly awakened in his sleep, touched the cool bed beside

him, the uneasiness in his subconscious was aroused again.

Especially in the silent night, almost instantly magnified the unknown panic

deep in his heart.

A panic for fear of losing Li Qiao.

He held the person in his arms tightly, rolling his apple a few times, "Why

don't you go to bed so late?"

Li Qiao was suffocated on his chest, her shoulders moved twice, and she looked

up at his tight lips, "Can't sleep, sleep a lot during the day."

After a pause, she recalled the scene just now, raised her right hand around

his back, smiled and curled her lips, "You just... are you going out to find

me?"

Shang Yu bowed his head and looked at her, did not speak, and seemed to

acquiesce to her guess.

Li Qiao raised her eyebrows, and a faint arc floated on her lips, "I just

couldn't sleep, and thought of something more, so I called Brother Xiao by the

way."

As he spoke, a scent of wine came out.

The man's constricted pupils returned to normal in an instant, and he held her

tightly in his arms for a few minutes. After feeling relaxed, he frowned and

said, "Did you drink when you were injured?"

Li Qiao struggled to withdraw from his arms, and with his left hand, he walked

to the sofa and sat down on the sofa. “Recently, the biological clock is a bit

messy. Drinking to help sleep.”

She traveled between China and the British Empire several times, but the jet

lag was not adjusted at all.

Shang Yu leaned on the sofa and watched her open two more cans of beer with a

deep gaze. His palm fell on the back of her head and stroked him, "When are

you going to return home?"

Li Qiao handed him a jar and leaned back into his arms, "Listen to you."

The man curled his lips calmly, "Don't go to the Medical League to continue

communicating?"

Li Qiao turned her head, her eyes flashed with a smile, "You can communicate

online in the future, you can arrange time, I will come back with you."

If she continues to stay in the British Emperor, it is difficult to guarantee

that Shang Yu will not stay with her.

This is Xiao Yehui's territory. Since it is already in opposition, she can no

longer put anyone around her in danger.

She is not afraid, only worried that he will use himself to deal with Shang

Yu.

Li Qiao clearly knew that she and Shang Yu were each other's weakness, but

they also wanted to be each other's armor.

...

The next day, Li Qiao followed the man on the special plane returning home.

Feng Yi escorted them away at the airport, until the plane climbed 10,000

meters in the sky, he sighed and looked back.

His confidant was standing half a meter behind him, and the phone rang twice.

He took out a look and stepped forward in surprise and handed the phone to

Feng Yi. "Second son, look at this."

Feng Yi glanced happily, and was rarely stunned when he saw the title and

content of the Times.

The news headlines, which can be called slaughter pages, occupy the entire

page of the Times electronic publication.

The current Duke of Childman will join the House of Lords from today. The

picture shows the Duke of Childman wearing a burgundy velvet coat for the

first time and wearing a crown to show his identity.

Feng Yi snatched his confidant's phone, looked and looked at it, and his

delicate mixed-race face also showed a dignified look.

When Duke Childman joined the House of Lords, it also meant that... from then

on he exposed himself to others.

He has no scruples.

...

At nine o'clock in the evening, Nanyang time, Li Qiao stepped off the plane

with sleepy eyes and followed Shang Yu into the carriage, still looking

confused.

She lazily deactivated the phone's flight mode, and as the signal resumed, the

phone began to vibrate uninterrupted.

Multiple SMS and WeChat and missed call notifications keep flashing on the

screen.

Among them, most of them came from Su Moshi and Xia Siyu.

Li Qiao opened WeChat and directly clicked on the top chat box.

It's Xia Siyu.

More than a dozen WeChat messages lie in it, and one of them is a reprinted

photo of the domestic global news.

The content is the live-action photo of the British Emperor Childman who

appeared in the media for the first time.

That gorgeous and noble red velvet palace dress, matched with a crown, is a

real noble duke even if he is of Asian appearance.

Li Qiao glanced briefly at the news from Xia Siyu, and countless question

marks occupied most of the screen.

She quit the chat box and read the unread messages of Su Laosi and Shen Laosan

again, basically the same.

Li Qiaopi looked out the window at first, ironic and complicated.

(End of this chapter)