Chapter 876: Shang Shaoyan is jealous!

But now, Ming Dailan's heart is mixed with different tastes, and it is

indescribable.

This may not be attention, but...utilization in disguise.

Xiao Hongdao, who is very deep in the city mansion, has eyeliners all over the

place. Would he not know what happened in Diancheng?

At the moment when Xiao Hongdao raised her head, Ming Dailan turned around and

walked towards the tea table, avoiding his gaze vaguely, "It's not a big deal,

Mrs. Andrew has a painting in the exhibition. I wanted to buy it and give it

to her. , It's a pity... the other party doesn't sell it."

Xiao Hongdao rubbed his tea cup, his eyes fixed on Ming Dailan’s back, “It’s

just a painting, if you can’t buy it, just pick a more expensive one and give

it to her, why bother yourself.”

Ming Dailan didn't speak, but pouring tea slowly.

Xiao Hongdao smiled, got up and put the tea cup on the corner of the table,

walked to her and patted her on the shoulder, softly soothing, "Don't think

too much, not everyone is as knowledgeable as you."

Ming Dailan shook her hand and spilled tea on the table.

She forced herself to calm down, but she couldn't help but start to compare.

The biggest difference between Xiao Hongdao and Shang Zonghai is that he

understands women's hearts very well.

He can even read what she wants to hear and what she wants from her subtle

expressions.

And all of this, Shang Zonghai does not possess.

Thirty years ago, if Xiao Hongdao was a gentle noble son, then Shang Zonghai

was a domineering hardliner.

The warmth she couldn't feel in Shang Zonghai, Xiao Hongdao gave her

unreservedly.

Like a sugar-coated cannonball wrapped in a poppy, addictive and obsessed.

Ming Dailan closed her eyes, the emotional fluctuations made her speak into a

tremor, "It is indeed me...thinking too much."

Xiao Hongdao's eyes changed silently.

He looked at Ming Dailan’s repressed and forbearing expression, and slightly

squeezed her arm with his palm, “Go, go back to the room and rest, no matter

what happened in Diancheng, it’s all over.”

Ming Dailan took a deep breath, pressed down the hatred between her brows,

turned around and prepared to leave.

The atmosphere in this room made her breathless.

However, as soon as she held the doorknob, Xiao Hongdao faintly voiced his own

voice, "You are in Diancheng, have you seen your eldest son?"

Ming Dailan paused for two seconds, then turned around suspiciously, "You

mean... Shaoyan?"

She unconsciously changed her name, and Xiao Hongdao’s mouth was filled with a

deep smile, "Someone saw him and Li Qiao in Diancheng. I thought you had seen

them?"

Ming Dailan said no, Xiao Hongdao nodded his head unhurriedly, “It’s fine if

they don’t, if they add a blockage to you, I can’t just let it go.”

"Give me a blockage, how easy is it."

Ming Dailan walked out of the tea room with a chuckle, the door slowly closed,

which also blocked Xiao Hongdao's unpredictable expression.

He rubbed his fingertips without showing any expression.

……

The next day, Li Qiao and his party returned to Nanyang from Diancheng.

Parting at the airport, Bai Yan stood under the gangway and handed Shang Yu a

cigarette, "Do you need to help you find out who leaked the news?"

The man took the cigarette, turned his lips and politely rejected his

proposal, "No need."

Bai Yan's action of lighting a cigarette, he squinted his eyes, "Don't tell me

you leaked it on purpose?"

Shang Yu raised his eyelids, and turned around, "Draw the contract and give it

to me as soon as possible."

Mentioned this, Bai Yan looked towards the gangway, "You didn't tell her the

details of our transaction?"

"Worth to talk about?"

Bai Yan has no expression on his face, is it not worth mentioning?

He snorted, "Without her, we must be enemies."

Shang Yu raised his thick eyebrows slightly, and pursed his lips in an air,

"It's okay to have her."

Bai Yan stopped talking, and spread his hands toward the gangway, "Hurry up."

Shang Yu curled his lips, holding the unlit cigarette, turned around to pick

up the stairs, and walked a few steps. He paused slightly and turned his head

to Bai Yan, “She doesn’t like fried rice.”

"What..." Bai Yan also understood the meaning of this sentence, and the man in

front of him had already paced upward again.

Bai Xiaoniu looked at Shang Yu with admiration, feeling that he had the style

of Big Brother Dao.

At the very least, people don’t sell fried rice, and their demeanor and

demeanor are filled with the word “big guy”.

Bai Yan pondered the last words of Shang Yu, and quickly came to a conclusion:

Heh, Shang Shaoyan of Gouri is jealous.

……

At noon, the plane landed in Nanyang.

Li Qiao stepped off the plane with sour plum slices in it. At the same time,

the latest newspaper of the British Emperor Times announced a blockbuster

news.

The former Duchess Zellman died unfavorably, and the medical report of the

former duchess half a year before her death was published. She did not have

any serious illness and was in good health.

The British Emperor Times is the largest mainstream media in the country. Once

this news appeared in the newspapers, it caused an uproar.

Ming Dailan immediately learned the ins and outs from Yin Mo's mouth.

She looked at the newspaper in her hand in a daze, raised her head, her eyes

were confused, "Didn't she mean... she died of a heart attack?"

Yin Mo pursed her lips, looked back at the closed door, and whispered: “As far

as I know, the former wife has no history of heart disease and no family

genetic disease. She was buried in a hurry on the night of her death.”

"What about her family? Haven't questioned it?"

Ming Dailan doesn’t know much about the former duchess. After she married

Shang Zonghai that year, she heard that Xiao Hongdao married a well-known

noble daughter.

Yin Mo looked at Mrs. Xiao and shook his head, “As you know, few people dare

to question the announcement made by the Childman family.”

Ming Dailan's premonition was very bad, she had an idea that was ready to come

out, but she forcibly suppressed it.

And Xiao Yehui, who was in the study, was holding the newspaper tightly, his

expression gloomy.

Only Xiao Hongdao, who heard the news, sat in the tea room, picked up the

phone, and dialed the phone.

"Release the news." His low and slow voice seemed to say that the weather was

fine, "Also, how is Diancheng?"

"……"

Hearing the sound, Xiao Hongdao shook his head faintly, “It's more than a

failure, Bai Mingyin keeps such waste, which insults his reputation as a

commander, find an opportunity to help him deal with it.

"……"

Xiao Hongdao made some deployment in a low voice, cut off the phone and looked

at the hazy sky outside the window, sighed in pity, "It's really stupid."

Not long, Yin Zhihong hurriedly rushed to the tea room, "Sir, there are many

reporters outside the manor..."

Xiao Hongdao held the tea holder and pressed his wrist without raising his

head, "Sit down."

Yin Zhihong was puzzled, but he still bent over and took his seat, "Sir, your

orders."

"I can't tell you the order." Xiao Hongdao put down the tea holder and pushed

the teacup in front of him, "What is Ahui doing?"

Yin Zhihong thought for a while, "The old man is in the study, maybe it is

because of the scenes and the hurt."

Back then, the relationship between the eldest son and his mother was very

good. The former duchess died overnight, and he was depressed for a long time.

Xiao Hongdao felt ridiculous about his words, frowning his eyebrows, "His

biggest problem is his emotions. It seems... it still has to be tempered."

6000, put a bowl for the monthly pass

(End of this chapter)