Chapter 696: People who are alive are more important

Chapter 696 Living people are more important

Coming out of the tea room, Li Qiao was silent all the way.

Don't feel unsure. So, seeing her seemed to be worried, and didn't dare to

talk too much, quietly hanging behind her as a little tail.

Parking lot, Li Qiao got into the back seat, then leaned on the back of the

chair, rubbing her temples with her eyes closed.

Two cars drove out of the old house smoothly one after the other, and there

was a silent silence spreading in the car.

Li Qiao never spoke, and so did Shang Yu.

The dark clouds outside the window obscured the sun, and only a few rays of

light struggled to leak from the clouds.

For a while, a deep and deep voice came from my ears, "What do you think after

hearing the story of the Mu family?"

Li Qiaomei regained her usual calmness, tilted her head to hit the man’s

sight, and exhaled, "The truth?"

"Well, let's hear it." Shang Yu sat on her side with folded legs, his dark

eyes focused on her with special attention.

Li Qiao pursed her mouth, don't open her face and look out the window, her

tone is extraordinarily flat, "Sorry."

For such an answer, Shang Yu pressed his lips thin, his eyes were very far-

reaching, "More?"

"Sympathy at most." Li Qiao looked down and pulled up his hand, rubbing his

fingertips lightly on his palm. After a few seconds, he sighed, "Otherwise,

what else?"

She asked quietly, as if it were a matter of course.

Shang Yu squeezed her fingers, and even the line of her jaw appeared tight,

her thin lips were pursed, and there was a trace of unpleasantness between her

eyebrows, "It's just a pity, is it worth your revenge for the Mu family?"

Li Qiao felt the strength on her fingertips, raised her head, with a smile in

her eyes, "I do not mean to take revenge."

The man replied with silence, but his lips became more and more straight.

Seeing this, Li Qiao stroked the back of his hand, leaned back, leaned on the

seat headrest and whispered: "I am not too idle..."

Shang Yu stared at her calm profile, her apple undulating, faintly unhappy,

"Why go to the old house if you don't want to?"

Li Qiao laughed, tilted, and fell on his shoulder. "Going to the old house is

just to let our dad know that Mo Jue is still alive. I admit that I am Mu's

family does not mean that I have to take the responsibility of Mu's family. ."

She touched her eyebrows, paused for a moment, and then said: "Vengeance or

revenge has no meaning at all. Back then, things that hundreds of people in

the Mu family couldn't hold back, I may not be able to hold them back. "

"If you really think so..." The man's stern face softened a little, "Then we

shouldn't agree to my dad."

Li Qiao found a comfortable position and raised her eyebrows casually: "What

did I promise him?"

It is not only Shang Zonghai who can play word games.

Li Qiao looked at the cloudy thin clouds in the sky and curled her lips with

clear eyes, "Before today, our dad had never revealed the details of Mu's

family. He attracted me to Parma, and he has been stunned by not telling the

truth. My appetite, isn’t it just waiting for me to express my opinion? My

dad, from the beginning, he never thought about keeping me out of the matter.

Maybe... Mu’s family is what he calls obsession."

At this time, Shang Yu looked at Li Qiao with deep eyes, and said

astonishingly, "You can ignore his obsession."

Li Qiao folded her slender legs and knocked on her knees, “It is true that

everyone has obsessions, and I have them too. My family is in Nanyang, and my

surname is Li, not Mu..."

After that, she laughed and teased, “After I have my husband’s surname, it’s

even more unlikely that I will be named Mu.

She has someone she wants to protect. Everything in Nanyang is more important

than the Mu family.

Once she breaks the existing balance, trouble will inevitably follow.

"The Autobiography of the Stock God" opened up the mystery of her life

experience. It is what she has always done to investigate the truth of the

door and let Mo Jue have her name upright.

Revenge will only make tragedy happen again, what's the point?

Hearing this, Shang Yu’s lips smiled, “Come over with Mo Jue, do you want Dad

to say everything?”

“Of course, I always have to know what I will face in the future. The Mu

family, who owns 23 mineral holding books, has not been able to get out of it.

Who can guarantee that I will succeed.

I do agree to investigate the truth to find out. This process is definitely

not easy. As for the things that belonged to Mo Jue, I must bring them back to

her. I don't need the others. "

Li Qiao looked back at the car behind her, and squinted her eyes, "The people

who are alive are more important than revenge."

……

Soon, they returned to the manor.

As soon as Li Qiao got out of the car, Mo Jue moved over in small steps.

She secretly looked at Shang Yu's back, grabbed Li Qiao's clothes and pulled

aside.

After a while, the two came to the fountain pool, and Li Qiao asked in a

leisurely manner: "What's the matter?"

Mo Jue grabbed the short hair on his forehead, and said faintly, "Are those

minerals very valuable?"

Li Qiao raised her eyebrows, "Are you short of money?"

Mo Jue glanced at her, not much to say, put his hands in his trouser pockets

and took them out, the white lining flying in the wind on both sides of the

trouser pocket.

understood.

No money in his pocket.

Li Qiao asked her to put the lining back in without a smile, and then leaned

against the stone wall of the fountain, "Do you want to get back the things

from Mu's house?"

"I listen to you." Mo Jue didn't have much ambition. After thinking about it

for two seconds, he added, "Actually... you don't have to grab it all, it's a

lot of trouble to grab it. The boss told me before. Pass, fate is sometimes

missing."

Li Qiao: "..."

She feels that that sentence should be the end of life sometimes, and there is

no need to force it at all times.

Li Qiao smiled at the corners of her mouth, shook her head and sighed, "Then

what do you want to do with minerals?"

Mo Jue swallowed, her eyes kept rolling, and finally under Li Qiao’s gaze, she

whispered, “I just thought it’s our family's stuff anyway, I’m going to get a

few baskets back and it’s not too much.”

She wanted to see how valuable it was.

One gram can sell for 10,000 yuan, and she will definitely make a fortune by

stealing ten baskets and eight baskets.

Li Qiao wiped her face, raised her head again and looked at Mo Jue, her

expression calmed a lot, "I will give you the money if you are short of money,

don't forget what you promised me."

Mojue couldn’t see Li Qiao talking sullenly, stomped her feet quickly, and

nodded hurriedly, “I haven’t forgotten, I won’t steal if I don’t steal it...”

Li Qiao patted her on the shoulder, and then snarled at the manor house, "The

painting in the storage room, if you like, you can pick one."

"Really?" Mo Jue's eyes were shining, and his entire face was flying.

Li Qiao squinted at her, wandering forward, a word floating in the air: "It

saves you from worrying about it all day long."

Luoyu had already told her that there were six paintings in the storage room

that had been marked by Mo Jue.

Don’t even think about knowing what she is going to do.

Li Qiao couldn't help but mutter, her second brother really only gave Mo Jue a

stick?

……

At eight o'clock in the night, Li Qiao was sitting in the study and had a

video call with Old Four Su, and after the end, she leaned back in her chair

and meditated.

At some point, Shang Yu walked in.

He seems to have just taken a shower, his nightgown is tied loosely, and he

walks to her with a clean, cold fragrance, "What are you thinking about?"

Li Qiao recovered, looked up at him, smiled slightly, "I'm thinking...when

will I return to Nanyang."

The man propped the back of the chair with one hand, leaned over to draw the

distance between each other, "If you want to go back, I don’t like Pama, I

won’t come anymore."

(End of this chapter)