Chapter 552: Let her return to the border

Chapter 552 lets her return to the border

Xia Siyu sat on the hospital bed with her knees folded and stared straight out

the window. Even if the dazzling sunlight stung her eyes, she still stared

stubbornly for a long time.

It seemed that this was the only way to dispel the thick blackness in her

eyes.

"Recover well, let other things take their course." Li Qiao's indifferent tone

broke through the tranquility in the ward.

Xia Siyu moved stiffly. She raised her eyelids and reached out to Li Qiao.

When the two cold fingertips touched each other, Xia Siyu instantly burst into

tears.

She couldn't stop choking, and tried to speak several times, but her tears

became more and more turbulent. After a while, she asked intermittently: "The

third... also?"

When she woke up from a coma, she heard that Shen Qingye was shot and admitted

to the hospital.

Obviously a few days ago, she was still joking with the fourth child, saying

that she and the third child were sick and pitying each other, and that her

skills had regressed, and she was even attacked and entered the hospital.

Looking back at this moment, it was ironic and ridiculous.

As long as they were not the comrades who had lived and died together, they

would not let Xia Siyu lose his attitude.

In the ward, when Xia Siyu burst into tears, the atmosphere was depressing and

breathless.

Li Qiao rolled her throat, trying to comfort her, but she seemed unnecessary.

She can do nothing but silence.

In this matter, other people who had changed Seventh Son might not have such a

big reaction as Xia Laowu.

The seven sons are of the same heart, but in fact everyone has a close friend.

It's like she and Su Lao Sihui are closer, and Xia Laowu and Huizi have the

best relationship.

Therefore, she hoped that Huizi would not die more than anyone, and she was

more heartbroken than anyone to hear the news.

Xia Siyu got out of bed slowly, and stood alone at the window and waved to Li

Qiao, "Qiao Qiao, you go back, I'm fine, let me... stay for a while."

Li Qiao looked at her undulating shoulders and stood up with her eyes down.

Before leaving, she faced the door of the room and said calmly, "Fifth Sister,

follow your own heart."

Everyone in Seven Sons has the right to choose.

Whatever they choose, she absolutely accepts.

Xia Siyu took a breath, holding the window sill with both hands, looking back,

only to see Li Qiaoyuan walking back.

In a blink of an eye, Li Qiao returned to the parking lot. When she got in the

car, she closed her eyes and fell asleep without saying a word.

The man in the back seat looked at the time and said, "Is it finished?"

"Well, let's go." She said, leaning against his arms, and without opening her

eyes, it was impossible for people to see her scarlet eyes.

The man looked at Li Qiao calmly, her depressed mood was thick, and it was

probably not a pleasant conversation.

He pressed his thin lips tightly, Yu Guang glanced at the inpatient department

outside the window, and said in a low voice, "Go to the airport."

Liuyun started the engine when he answered, and no one spoke again along the

way.

...

At the same time, the border.

San Ge Licheng stood near the factory, holding his mobile phone with a cold

expression, "Most of the pretty forces are on the border and Myanmar. If you

are really sure that Xiao Yehui will attack her, then I can consider moving

the factory back to China. ."

On the other side of the phone, Bo Tingxiao’s voice was dissuaded, "The third

child, don't be impulsive. Even if you move the factory back, you will not be

able to get domestic approval in a short time.

The military industry is currently saturated, and besides... even if you bring

all your power back, it won't help much.

Xiao Qi is not as fragile as you think. Besides, there is Shang Shaoyan next

to her. Based on my understanding of him, he will not sit idly by if something

happens. "

Li San licked his cheeks, his eyes sharp and cold, "Even if it's useless, I

can't just watch him deal with Qiaoqiao."

Damn Xiao Yehui.

His death that year made Li Qiao leave the border full of guilt.

Now he has become a top nobleman in the Western world, not to mention being

pretty, even if he is an outsider, there is no way to accept this change

frankly.

At this time, Bo Tingxiao slowly blew out the smoke, and looked deeply at the

pavilion in his backyard, "You should think of a way to get her back to the

border instead of worrying about her weak domestic power."

Li San was startled for a second, "Return to the border?"

"That's right." Bo Tingxiao leaned over and flicked the soot, and said very

calmly: "Little Qi's everything is on the border. She left because of Xiao

Yehui. Since no one is dead, she has no reason not to go back.

Her teacher, her partner, her friend, everything about her, are all in

between. If she really wants to oppose Xiao Yehui, she will have a better

chance of winning. "

These words left a very heavy mark in Li San's heart.

He could not even find an excuse to refute for a while.

Because all are correct.

Li San held the phone for a long time without saying a word, Bo Tingxiao did

not urge, but patiently added: "This is just my consideration. Whether to go

back or not depends on her own wishes.

But remember to listen to me and don't move your forces. You are still safe at

the border. Once you return to your country, it is hard to say. "

Li San on the border, walking on the edge of the law, is doing a business of

licking blood.

The domestic social environment simply cannot tolerate him.

"okay, I get it."

Li San hung up the phone in a hurry, his face was like a lake, but he couldn't

calm down.

What Bo Tingxiao said really made sense.

But how can Qiaoqiao return to the border?

...

The flight time from Yuncheng to Longhuai is only half an hour.

Suhang Longhuai, water towns, pavilions, painted bridges, and Suzhou

embroidery, combined together, is a beautiful scenery that is lingering.

Li Qiao had never been to Longhuai, but she had also heard about the misty

rain stories in this city.

At this time, approaching midday, Li Qiao sat in the car and looked at the

streetscape of the ancient town, which was completely different from that of

Nanyang. The tense mood of the past few days finally relaxed.

She took Shang Yu's hand and asked softly, "Have you been to Longhuai before?"

"Well, a business trip." The man's gaze stayed on Li Qiao's body, as if

everything outside the window could not attract his attention.

She is enjoying the scenery, he is watching her.

Li Qiao turned his head and looked at Shang Yu, sitting beside him, in a lazy

and casual posture, and his state also revealed a rare relaxation.

She leaned her head on her back, squinted at him, "Have you ever strolled

around?"

The man's legs overlapped, his eyes fell on his knees, his fingers tapped, his

voice was low and magnetic, "Very busy, mostly business meetings."

Li Qiao's gaze outside the window stopped.

Yes, he is very busy, busy to survive, busy to be strong, busy fighting

against those opponents.

Even if you are on a business trip, it is impossible to travel as you like.

Li Qiao clasped his hands silently, very hard, and inexplicably had the urge

to hold the whole world in front of him and Bo Jun smiled.

The car drove through the streets and alleys of Longhuai, and soon stopped in

front of an old Hui-style house near the Nanhuai River.

As soon as Li Qiao stepped out, the phone in her pocket buzzed.

The people at the other end, with a sullen tone, sighed several times, and

said in Burmese: "The duke status has not been obtained."

Li Qiao's face sank, and the other party continued: "I tried my best, only a

marquis."

"It can barely work."

When Shang Yu heard Li Qiao reply in Burmese, his throat rolled and he turned

his head to look at her.

The other party was silent, his tone was very rude, "Do you think this is

buying vegetables on the street? Do you know how hard it took us to find a

qualified Marquis family?"

Li Qiao answered unhurriedly, "I don't know."

The other party was choked by her and smacked the tip of his tongue, "You have

no conscience."

There will be more changes tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)