Chapter 870: Late night call

At eleven o'clock at night, Wan Lai was completely silent.

Li Qiao lay in Shang Yu's arms brewing sleepiness.

The bedroom is dark and dull, and you can only see the fuzzy outline when you

open your eyes.

When Li Qiao was half awake in a dream, the vibrating sound from her mobile

phone completely woke her up.

She frowned, Shang Yu patted her on the shoulder, and turned around and took

the phone. It was an unfamiliar number from Myanmar.

The man lowered his head and kissed Li Qiao’s forehead, and swiped to answer,

"Who."

The end of the earpiece was silent, but with a rapid and depressed breathing,

it looked strange in the middle of the night.

Shang Yu slowly raised his eyelids, waves in his eyes, but fleeting.

His Adam’s apple slipped and cut off the phone.

Li Qiao did not ask, nor did Shang Yu say that this strange call late at night

was not even enough to stir up their desire for discussion.

……

Then, early the next morning, Li Qiao received a call from Shang Lu.

"Sister-in-law, you are a god." Shang Lu opened his mouth as a rainbow fart,

"My mom...my mom really called me."

Just after washing up, Li Qiao replied faintly when she heard Shanglu’s name,

"What did your mother say?"

Shang Lu followed her words and said, "Ask me about something from 11 years

ago, and also if I have contacted my eldest brother recently."

Li Qiao Pingbo changed the subject without surprise, "How is Yunli?"

Shang Lu suffocated back, "It's okay, I'm alive."

You really can’t speak human words.

Li Qiao pressed her forehead, and before hanging up, she told Shanglu,

"Remember what I said."

"Sister-in-law, don't worry, I won't talk nonsense."

Ending the call, Li Qiao looked down at her mobile phone and sent a message to

Cheng Mo without any haste: At 8 o'clock tomorrow morning, hand over the

materials of the late Duchess to the British Emperor Times.

Chengmo: Okay, ma'am.

Li Qiao turned off the screen, got up and walked to the balcony to look at the

bright sky, her eyes deep and her smile slightly cool.

On this day, Ming Dailan decided to set off for the British Emperor.

She didn't buy the painting, her hands were empty, and she didn't even honor

the jewelry that she had promised to Mrs. William and Mrs. Brown.

Before boarding the plane, Mingdailan threw the Myanmar mobile phone card into

the trash can.

Slumped for three days, at this moment, she regained her usual dignity and

elegance, but in those eyes, there was a dead silence and determination that

no one could snoop.

In the engine room, Ming Dailan flipped through the magazine in her hand, and

said softly, "I heard that your computer skills are superb?"

Yin Mo bends over, "It's okay."

Ming Dailan raised her head from the magazine, glanced at her, and sighed

softly: "Back to the manor, you can follow me for now."

Yin Mo tilted his head, his tone of voice was flat and tentative, "What does

Madam need me to do?"

Ming Dailan turned a page of the magazine, “Find out the list of all the

Cavaliers who went to Parma with me back then.”

"Do you not believe what Landis said?"

Ming Dailan's eyebrows are drooping, not obvious, "You have too many

problems."

"Sorry, ma'am."

……

After the flight from Mingdailan took off, Li Qiao, who was in the hotel, also

got the news.

She raised her eyes to the opposite side, raised her eyebrows: "Let Xiaohu

go."

Bai Yan put his head back on the sofa, lowered his eyes and glanced at her,

"When are you going back?"

"Only these few days." Li Qiao poked her head down and seemed to be sending a

message. After a while, she looked at Bai Yan again and asked with her

eyebrows: "What deal did you do with Shaoyan?"

Bai Yan spread both hands, confidently, "You sleep with him every day, why

don't you ask him?"

5000...make up for another day...hey...

(End of this chapter)