Chapter 768: You are a real dog

At this time, Shi Luo smiled calmly, "What did I help you for?"

Li Qiao did not open her face, and tapped her knee with her finger, "Really?

Then you are really bodhisattva's heart."

"Then you call Sister Bodhisattva to let me listen."

Siro is a woman, you can never spy on her with ordinary thinking.

Li Qiao did not get a positive response, but she also understood that she was

not malicious.

……

In the afternoon, the study room of the Royal Courtyard.

In front of the sofa, He Chen's right leg was on his left knee, and Liang

Liang's leather shoes shook. "When will you return home?"

"Something?" Shang Yu raised his eyelids, his dark eyes calm.

He Chen licked his teeth, put his hands on the back of the sofa and sneered

lightly, "Can't you ask if you are all right?"

Feng Yi leaned on the handrail irrelevantly, wandering absently.

He was thinking about a very important thing, Princess Margaret actually wants

to marry Zellman.

What does she think?

In the presence of his first love on campus, he openly danced with Childman.

The two seemed to be concubine. Is she all idiots in her mind?

Steeply, He Chen put down his leg and kicked Feng Yi’s knee, "Are you asleep?"

Feng Yi was caught off guard and tilted his lower body, frowning and looking

at the footprints on his trousers, dissatisfied: "Can you be a gentleman?"

"Hey." He Chen raised his lips frivolously, "Do you not know what virtue is

Laozi?"

Feng Yi was too lazy to care about him, so he dusted the dust off, "I will go

home first to prevent them from suspicious."

Shang Yu glanced at him, did not say much, continued to watch the mobile phone

message and occasionally responded.

He Chen smacked the tip of his tongue and unceremoniously exposed him: "It's

the same whether you go home or not, didn't you have long been suspicious?!"

Feng Yi squinted at him, patted the wrinkles on his trousers, and arranged the

cuffs, proudly picked up his coat and put it on his body, and walked out of

the courtyard with his chest raised up.

He Chen stared at his back, his eyes flickered, and his eyes were full of

meaning.

Outside the door, Feng Yi paced his steps very thoughtfully, and almost bumped

into the oncoming Shi Luo.

She was still holding a chocolate cone in her hand, but she didn't expect Feng

Yi to walk without looking at the road. With a shake of her hand, the cone

fell straight on the casual shoes.

Silo: "?"

Feng Yi's gaze fell on her feet and asked casually: "Why does Margaret want to

get married?"

Silo looked at him incredulously, then looked down at the dirty vamp, "Is

Marguerite on my feet?"

Feng Yi regained his senses abruptly, his Adam's apple rolled, and a trace of

embarrassment was drawn across the deep outline, "Sorry."

He took out the gentleman's standard handkerchief from his chest pocket and

leaned over to clean the upper for her.

Siluo stomped and backed away several steps, "No, I have no blessings."

The second young master, Earl William, the most gentleman of the British

emperor, bent her over and polished her shoes. If the women who were thinking

about spring knew about her, wouldn’t they tear her up?

Feng Yi was obviously not in the state, and said sorry again, took the

handkerchief and left.

The inexplicable Silo: "..."

Is he mad?

Shi Luo stomped her feet in disgust, looked at the ice cream cone in her hand,

and silently walked up the steps outside the hall.

At this moment, the phone in her trouser pocket rang, and she threw the egg

roll into the trash can, took it out, and smiled.

Suddenly there is a group chat on the WeChat page. Seven people, Li Qiao and

Shang Yu are all in it.

She was just pulled in by Feng Yi, and the group name is a ghost-like symbol.

Si Luo couldn't understand what it was. Before typing, Feng Yi sent out the

message first.

British gentleman: @宗, to introduce, this is Miranda.

Siluo's eyebrows brightened, and she moved two steps aside, leaning against

the Roman column, intending to see what the wolfdog would say.

Last night he and He Chen did say that they would introduce a wolf dog to her.

Recently, she has been following Shang Yu and Li Qiao, eating too much dog

food is enough.

So last night through the spirit of drinking, she calmly expressed her desire

to fall in love.

Unexpectedly, these two goods are quite convincing.

Siluo bent in front of her with one leg, ignoring the stains on her shoes

gradually being dried, holding her mobile phone and waiting with interest.

British Emperor in November, the temperature is definitely not comfortable.

So, five minutes later, the people chatting in the living room saw Shi Luo

sneezing upstairs, still sneered, "Everyone is not a human being, you are a

real dog."

Li Qiao is unclear, so, meeting Shang Yu's gaze, raised her eyebrows

suspiciously.

The man lifted his thin lips, his eyes were gentle, "What do you want me to

do?"

Xia Siyu held a pillow in her arms, and when she asked Su Mo suspiciously,

"Who does Sister Luo scold?"

Su Moshi turned the ring on his hand and said calmly, "Dog."

Only He Chen could not laugh.

Because of the WeChat group chat page, after Feng Yi introduced Shi Luo, the

wolf dog replied after a full five minutes.

Zong: Oh.

It’s no wonder Shi Luo cursed, shouldn’t normal logic say ‘hello’ first?

Zong Zhan's reply is a straight man.

……

Sunset on the west mountain, the private underground cinema of the other

courtyard.

Li Qiao leaned on Shang Yu's shoulder and pulled her eyelids for unknown

reasons.

Su Mo, with his elbows on his knees, sat across from them and said solemnly,

“I suggest taking Li brother to the Medical League as soon as possible.”

Li Qiao raised her head, her eyes were slightly cool, and she turned her

cheek, and asked Shang Yu, "When will our dad come?"

Shang Zonghai sent news from Wei Ang during the day, saying that something was

delayed and he would come to the other hospital later.

"It's coming soon." The man crossed his legs, his expression was stern, and he

said to Su Moshi in a deep voice, "How sure are you?"

Su Mo frowned and shook his head, “It’s hard to tell, but his response to

illness does not seem to be a cold.”

Shang Yu squinted his eyes deeply, and the dark shadows under his eyes

floated.

And Li Qiao’s cheeks were also very cold. She swallowed her throat and said,

"Then tomorrow, let’s go to Mies Town together."

Su Moshi took a deep breath, and pretended to comfort himself with ease, “It’s

better to let him go for inspection than guessing, maybe it’s me.”

Li Qiao's expression remained unchanged, but her heart was a little heavy.

At the small bar in the functional area last night, the lights were dim and

the wine was blurred. She did not notice anything unusual in Yun Li.

Think about it now, his ruddy face may just be an illusion of the effect of

alcohol.

……

At seven o'clock in the evening, Shang Zonghai arrived late.

He seems to have just returned from some important occasion, and his dark gray

Tang suit looks particularly solemn.

In the office, Shang Zonghai looked at Li Qiao with brows and gentle brows,

"Girl, are you still used to it in the British Emperor?"

Li Qiao regained her senses and nodded, "Very good."

Shang Zonghai took off his glasses and pinched his eyebrows, "The British

emperor is no better than his own home. You must pay attention to safety when

you go out and walk around."

Li Qiao answered faintly, while Shang Yu raised his eyebrows, and asked in a

low voice, "When are you going back?"

"Just a few days, and leave after finishing the work." Shang Zonghai put on

his glasses again, and once again covered the shrewd eyes.

Two more tomorrow at six o'clock in the afternoon~~

(End of this chapter)