Chapter 853: Let her live to regret for life

Shang Yu naturally didn't read the list. He focused on Shi Luo deeply, but

some indistinguishable depths were brewing in his eyes.

Siro has the illusion of being calculated for some reason. Then I think about

it, the archbishop shouldn’t be able to calculate her, right?

After a while, Shang Yu went to the study.

Li Qiao opened the list again, thoughtfully.

Siluo ate the sour plum, looked up at her, "Are you going to Myanmar?"

"Necessary?" Li Qiao didn't look up, her gaze fell on the name of a Mrs.

Andrew.

According to the data, Andrew is the deputy speaker of the House of Commons,

and his wife has a close personal relationship with Ming Dailan.

After Shi Luo finished the last piece of sour plum, she raised her hand and

threw the small empty box into the trash can in the corner, looking back at Li

Qiao, "Of course it is necessary. You can ignore the merger, but don't forget,

Childman is here. There are still many forces in Myanmar."

"So?" Li Qiao raised her eyebrows while looking at Xi Luo's bright eyes.

Silo very naturally reached out and took another box of sour plums on the

coffee table. “It’s not good to know yourself and the enemy? Zellman is

currently solving the problem of the British imperial staff. He continues to

add chaos to them, killing two birds with one stone.”

Li Qiao curled up her lips without a smile, “You don’t have to go there in

person to add chaos.”

"It's really not cute." Silo curled her lips in a jealous manner, "Can you

accompany me on a business trip?"

Li Qiao knows Shi Luo too, and simply jokingly said: "You didn't tell Shaoyan

at that time, maybe it's possible."

Shi Luo's eyes stopped, she sighed and shook her head, "You are really

heartbroken."

In less than half an hour, Xi Luo left the mansion with two boxes of sour

plums.

Li Qiao sent her out, and then took the documents to the laboratory.

……

Near noon, Li Qiao received a call from Shang Zonghai. She looked at the

caller ID and only remembered that she called him yesterday but failed to get

through.

On the mobile phone, Shang Zonghai’s voice is always gentle and restrained,

"Girl, did you find me yesterday?"

"Well, I want to tell you something."

Shang Zonghai took a sip of tea, "Do you want to ask Yunli about the

situation?"

"No." Li Qiao rubbed the corner of the table with her fingers, and quickly

conveyed Landis's matter to him.

In the receiver, Shang Zonghai was silent for a while, and asked in a low

tone, "Did you tell Shaoyan?"

Li Qiao lowered her eyelids, "No, now... may not be the right time."

If you tell Shang Yu now that everything is done by Xiao Hongdao, it may not

be able to untie his knot, and it may even be counterproductive.

Shang Yu emphasizes sentiment and has always believed that his failure caused

the tragedy for many years.

If Ming Dailan hates him just because of distrust, to him, it is nothing more

than secondary harm.

At this time, Shang Zonghai sighed deeply, "You are right. Tell Shaoyan now,

it really doesn't make sense."

"Dad..." Li Qiao whispered, and said as if hesitating: "Next, I may do

something. Regardless of whether you agree or not, I will do it for the sake

of Shaoyan."

Shang Zonghai gave a short smile, "You girl is giving me a vaccination?"

Li Qiao pursed her lips, and her tone became colder, "That's it. You and her

husband and wife, she is Shaoyan's mother, you don't have to do it, but... I

hope you don't stop me."

"Girl, do whatever you want. Shaoyan is your backer, and so is Dad." Shang

Zonghai's eyes fell on the tea stand, long and deep, "But there is a premise,

you have to promise me."

Li Qiao asked what it was.

Shang Zonghai looked sad, opened the drawer under the tea table, and took out

a photo of quite a few years from it.

It was a family portrait. Shang Yu and Shanglu were standing behind him and

Ming Dailan when they were teenagers. The lower right corner of the photo is

worn out, which seems to be caused by frequent friction.

Shang Zonghai looked at the two sons in the photo, "Let her live, and the rest

is up to you. Anyway, she is also Shaoheng's mother."

Li Qiao simply agreed to Shang Zonghai’s request. She did not ask, but Shang

Zonghai stated very calmly: "Only by living can she...repent for life."

Compared to one hundred, killing people is even more terrifying.

……

On the other side, Jingwan Villa.

It coincides with the weekend, Zong Yue should have been resting at home.

But because she and Li Jun are currently in a tepid state, Xu is evasive.

After thinking about it, she decided to work overtime at the company.

They did not quarrel, and they were still respectful.

It took a long time, but she couldn't find the courage to break the boat.

Li Jun is not cold, and even after returning from the hospital, his attitude

is a bit more eager than before.

But Zong Yue understood that he just wanted her to confess her true inner

thoughts.

He is unwilling to speculate and delve into it, or it is an approach that does

not want to waste energy.

The more Li Jun was like this, the more Zong Yue didn’t want to say it.

Women are mostly duplicity, and the picture is nothing more than preference

and attention.

Ke Li Jun, don’t understand.

It was less than eleven o'clock, Zong Yue changed his clothes and looked at

the silent self in the mirror. After a long time, he turned and walked out of

the cloakroom.

She rummaged in her pocket for her mobile phone as she walked, and when she

stepped down the stairs, she dialed the phone of her grandfather Zong Hesong.

Zong Yue listened to the old man’s hearty laughter, her heart was sour, and

she felt that she was particularly unfilial.

"Grandpa, I will go back to see you next week."

Zong Hesong was even more happy when he heard that, “Is he busy at work? Come

back when you have time. Don’t force yourself when you don’t have time.

Grandpa everything is fine, you don’t have to worry about it.”

Zong Yue didn't say much, afraid of crying.

hung up the phone in a hurry, feeling incomprehensible.

"Are you going back to the Imperial Capital?"

The door of the study room opened behind him, and Li Jun walked out wearing a

simple sweater and trousers.

He is always well-dressed and never scrawls even at home.

Zong Yue glanced back at him, constricted, and continued downstairs, "Yeah."

Li Jun frowned, not happy with Zong Yue's indifferent attitude, "What date to

go back? I'll accompany you."

"No need." This time, Zong Yue didn't look back, and could not hear any

emotions in a weak tone, "You are so busy, no trouble."

Li Jun’s eyebrows did not stretch for a long time, followed Zong Yue in

stride, and grabbed her wrist, "What are you doing?"

Zong Yue was in pain, and he twisted his eyebrows and pulled back, "Did I say

I had a temper?"

Seeing her frowned, Li Jun quickly withdrew his hands, "You want to return to

the Imperial Capital, I didn't say not to accompany you. You have been like

this after seeing your third uncle the day before yesterday. If I did not do

well, you can Speaking out, why bother in your heart?"

"Why do you have to let me say, why don't you think about it yourself?" Zong

Yue pursed his mouth and looked directly at Li Jun. The anger held in his

heart also showed signs of rekindling, "Li Jun, in fact, I have been married

to you for so long, except for sleeping at night. With one more person, I am

no different from being single."

Zong Yue’s personality is not very popular, and even quarrels are soft-spoken.

(End of this chapter)