Chapter 719: Apart from you, who can arrange for me?

Achang turned the steering wheel and said with a serious face: "The old man

has always been fine, except for rheumatism, there is no major problem."

Li Qiao put her elbow on the car window, and looked at the wilderness by the

roadside. After a while, she took out her mobile phone and made an overseas

call.

Meng Jun, who was in Ida State, was surprised, "What's the matter with me?"

Li Qiao was too lazy to greet her, and she said, "Why did you break with the

teacher in the first place?"

Meng Jun's breath sank, "Ask what's this? They all talked about deceiving the

master and destroying the ancestor, what else could be the reason."

Poverty kilns have always been united, but Meng Jun is an outlier.

At this time, Li Qiao touched her nails and stretched her tone of voice, "Did

you say it by yourself, or let me check it?"

Meng Jun pushed his cheek with the tip of his tongue, picked up the cigarette

case and walked out of the office.

His footsteps were heard clearly, and Li Qiao waited patiently without urging.

Not long after, Meng Jun lit a cigarette and stood alone in the activity room,

speaking quietly, "There is no need to check. I hate the daily training days

if it sounds good. If it sounds bad, I don't want to be his tool puppet." If

this is to deceive the master and destroy the ancestor, then I have nothing to

say."

Li Qiao pursed her lips, her eyebrows narrowed slightly, "Tool puppet?"

Meng Jun took a mouthful of cigarettes, and said in a slanderous tone: "You

may not feel it. After all, you are young and the old man loves you the most.

He has never given you a task. There are some things you don’t know and it is

excusable.

In those few years, we were training on the surface, but in fact, he was

always sent out for tasks from time to time. It's okay once or twice, do you

think other people can't see it after a long time?

We are a group of people who were raised by him to do things for him. He is

not a compassionate philanthropist. Most of the people in the poor kiln are

his confidants. If you say he is just an ordinary old man, who believes it? "

Li Qiao really doesn’t know these things.

She thought a little, and asked in a low voice: "What mission did you have?"

Meng Jun was silent for a moment, then he sighed, “Every time we are sent to

find or grab something, sometimes it’s an auction, sometimes it’s an

information station...”

Speaking of this, Meng Jun was silent for a few seconds, and chuckled: "It

seems that he really loves you the most. He didn't let you go on a mission,

and he taught you all day long whether he was afraid that there would be no

successors, so he regarded you as Successor?"

Li Qiao could not speak, because what Meng Jun said was true.

Now her ability and means really come from the teacher's teaching.

Li Qiao ended the conversation with Meng Jun, leaning on the back of her chair

and her thoughts were chaotic.

She has the illusion of being manipulated throughout her life.

The teacher who treated her meticulously, taught her all the capable

enlightenment, and introduced her to the teacher of Prince Wu Lu. Is it just a

successor?

She vaguely remembered that no one seemed to know the teacher’s first name for

so many years.

Everyone respectfully calls him: old man.

And he is also the person she respects most at the border, and his feelings

are deeper than that of Qizi...

……

Five hours later, Ah Chang drove back to Nanyang in an off-road vehicle.

Yancheng was originally a suburban city in Nanyang. Driving off the highway,

it happened to be a villa area in the eastern suburbs.

Li Qiao came to the long-lost Tangxiyuan Villa. Before entering the door, she

looked sideways at Achang, "Go back to the border and help me bring a message

to the teacher."

Achang nodded, "You said."

Li Qiao looked back at the door of the villa, "Tell him I have seen Xiao

Dingshan."

A Chang frowned. Although he didn't know who Xiao Dingshan was, he nodded his

head dutifully, "Okay, Miss Seven."

The off-road vehicle drove away, Li Qiao stood there looking at the taillights

of the car moving away, a slight smile appeared on her lips, opened the code

lock, and walked into the villa.

As night came, Li Qiao was sitting in the living room alone with her legs on

the coffee table. The three cans of beer on the table were empty.

She didn't turn on the light, only the dim floor lamp outside the courtyard

leaked in dim light.

I returned from Parma, and then learned the news of Jing's family.

It's been just a day, but the timeline seems to be stretched long and long.

Li Qiao drank the beer one by one, the slightly cool liquid drained into her

throat, and the surging emotion gradually cooled down.

At this time, there was a sound of a car engine outside the villa.

Li Qiao didn't care, and An Ran sat quietly and sorted out the clues in her

mind.

The phone on the table rang, and the dim light reflected in her eyes. When she

picked it up, she curled her lips together, "Are you finished?"

In the earpiece, a man’s magnetic, steady voice seems to calm his mind, "What

are you doing?"

Li Qiao shook the beer can in her hand, "Drink."

"Self?"

Li Qiao said ‘um’, and leaned her head on the sofa, stretching her shoulders

and eyebrows, showing a little fatigue.

Shang Yu smiled thinly on his lips, "Open the door."

Li Qiao took the phone from her ear, blinked, got up and hurried out of the

room.

Outside the door, under the thick night, the man stood in place wearing a thin

black shirt, with one hand in his pocket, slender body, deep eyes with a

smile, and her Mercedes-Benz G was parked behind him.

In the cab, there are flowing clouds that act as a background board in front

of your eyes.

Li Qiaoxin’s head was hit by something, she looked down and smiled, and

stepped forward and hugged Shang Yu.

The man encircled her waist, gently rubbing his palm on the back of her head,

"I want to hide here to drink if I don't go home?"

Li Qiao was bored in Shang Yu's arms, sniffing his breath deeply, and after a

while, she tiptoed and kissed him on the cheek, "into the room and said."

Liu Yun looked sideways at the re-closed door, lowered the window and lit a

cigarette. He felt that he might be sleeping in the car tonight.

In the living room, Li Qiao turned on the light, and the bright light made her

squint uncomfortably.

Tangxi Garden Villa, Shang Yu has never been here.

The light and luxurious simple dress style is in line with Li Qiao's

consistent aesthetic.

The man sat down with a low waist, glanced over the coffee table, seven or

eight cans of beer, three of which had been squashed and left aside.

Li Qiao came to him, opened a bottle of beer and handed it to him, “I saw the

Jing family in Tongliang County.”

Shang Yu took the wine can, folded his legs and looked at her sideways, "Are

you sure it's Jing family?"

Li Qiao shook her head, and said all about Xiao Dingshan without any

concealment.

At the end, she looked forward with a deep gaze, “The IP address points to the

poor kiln, and the message can be delivered to Achang accurately and

accurately, except for the teacher, I don’t do what he wants.”

At this time, the man looked at her calm profile, leaned over to put down the

beer, raised his arms and put her in his arms, “No matter who it is, no one

can arrange you for what you don’t want to do.”

Li Qiao leaned on his shoulder lazily, rolling her eyes, and jokingly said:

"It doesn't matter what else, as long as you are not arranged for me."

Shang Yu lifted his thin lips, his throat overflowed with a thick laugh,

"Except you, who can arrange for me, eh?"

Li Qiao looked up at him, her handsome face under the light was clear and

outstanding, and he was always there despite the disturbances of the outside

world.

Wherever the love came, Li Qiao took the initiative once rarely.

She held half of the man's face in one hand, raised her head and pressed a

kiss on his lips.

(End of this chapter)