Chapter 929: Shang Zonghai's suggestion

Chapter 929 Shang Zonghai’s Suggestions

Li San glanced at him, then raised his head towards the cabin door: "Get off

the plane first."

Finally, Yin Mo, wearing a wig and sunglasses, said flatly, "Qizai’s mouth is

swollen."

Everyone cast their sights one after another, and their complexions were

stunned.

It seems that it is not a quarrel, it may be a ‘fight.

……

Apron.

As soon as Li Qiao walked down the spiral staircase, she received a call from

Su Moshi, "I really don't need me to pick you up?"

"No need." Li Qiao raised her eyes to look at the convoy straight ahead, and

whispered: "Someone is coming to pick it up."

Su Moshi let out a sigh of relief, "Okay, then I will go back when you settle

down."

hung up the phone, and Wei Ang, who was waiting next to the motorcade, had

also walked over, "Young Master, Young Lady. The owner is in the other

courtyard, shall we go by now?"

Shang Yu responded, no waves in his eyes.

Wei Ang was shocked for a while, shivering by the man's stern expression.

The young master is so indifferent.

Not long, when everyone gets on the car and drives out of the customs, the

inspection process is directly saved.

The people behind the car thought that Tan Sri’s identity played a role.

But Li Qiao knew well that the unimpeded flow here originated from Shang

Zonghai.

Myanmar, Li Qiao also left for three years.

Returning again, there is no change in her mood.

The street style and folk customs look no different from three years ago.

The only person who accompanies her is no longer Myanmar’s partner.

……

It takes just forty minutes to reach the hospital from Nay Pyi Airport.

Li Qiao got out of the car and found that other vehicles in the convoy did not

follow up, and even Liuyun and Luoyu were missing.

Wei Ang single-handedly held the back seat door, and explained in a low voice:

"Mr. has booked a hotel for everyone. The location of the courtyard should not

be known to too many people."

Li Qiao nodded clearly, noncommittal.

Just now, the car drove into the gate, with a door lintel on the top, and

intricate carvings.

She has seen the kind of pattern, which is the same as the medal of the

British emperor's title, which is used to distinguish the rank and title of

the award.

This other courtyard belongs to a certain Prince Dun.

The highest level of honor in Myanmar, followed by Tan Sri.

The title of Uncle Wu is Prince Wu Ludun.

At this time, Li Qiao and Shang Yu walked side by side behind Wei Ang, and in

front of the courtyard was a gray wall embedded with arches.

There is also a shadow wall inside the door. The overall architectural style

is completely different from that of Myanmar, even with some ancient charm.

Passing through the screen wall is the second-story main house, with a bamboo

forest on the left and a pavilion on the right.

"This way, is it going well?"

A gentle inquiry came from the left, Li Qiao and Shang Yu stopped, and they

saw Shang Zonghai walking out of the bamboo forest in a light gray casual Tang

suit.

"Dad." Li Qiao and Shang Yu called out in unison, and she replied smoothly.

Shang Zonghai was holding a handful of weeds in his hand, and his eyes behind

the lens fell on them. Within a few seconds, he threw the weeds into the trash

can, took the towel from Wei Ang, and smiled while wiping his hands. Said: "It

looks like it's not going well."

Li Qiao pursed her lips and said nothing, while Shang Yu took her hand and

walked straight towards the pavilion, "You are mistaken."

Shang Zonghai slowly wiped the grass clippings from his hands, and looked at

Wei Ang calmly, who shook his head like a monk Zhang Er.

Anyway, he doesn't know what the Patriarch wants to ask, he shouldn't be wrong

to shake his head.

Shang Zonghai threw the towel into his arms, and then raised his foot to the

opposite side.

The three people took their seats, and the breeze blew into the pavilion,

carrying the rustle of the bamboo forest.

Shang Zonghai picked up the herbal tea on the table, opened the upside-down

cup, poured the tea and pushed it in front of Shang Yu, "Burmese special

herbal tea, go to the fire to reduce dryness, and taste it."

The man raised his eyelids and looked directly at Shang Zonghai’s smiling

cheek, without speaking or serving tea.

Soon, Wei Ang came with a tray with fruits and tea on it.

Shang Zonghai raised his head in Li Qiao’s direction and gestured, "Girl, eat

some fruit."

Li Qiao lowered his eyes and thanked him. Before reaching out, Shang Yu took

the lead to fork a piece of guava and handed it to her mouth.

The old God of Shang Zonghai was watching, his sharp eyes revealed a touch of

depth.

In just a few minutes, Shang Zonghai drank half a cup of tea. Following the

message coming from his cell phone, he clicked and checked, "Wei Ang, you take

Shaoyan to the old Wu's house."

Old Wu...

Li Qiao thought of Uncle Wu the first time.

The prince Wu Lu, who was awed by the population, became the old Wu in the

mouth of Shang Zonghai?

Wei Ang responded, while Shang Yu wrinkled his eyebrows, "What are you going

to do?"

"Fetch something." Shang Zonghai responded to the message, then raised his

eyes, "He has a good opinion of you. Since you are here, just drop by and make

a face-to-face meeting. He is also your elder."

Shang Yu took a deep look at Shang Zonghai and touched Li Qiao's head when he

got up, "Wait for me to come back."

Li Qiao smiled and nodded, looking at his swift figure, waves loomed in her

eyes.

At this time, Shang Zonghai cast his gaze sideways, his expression

increasingly showing the elder’s kindness and tolerance, “Girl, let’s talk

about it, what’s the matter with you and Shaoyan?”

Li Qiao tilted her head, and looked at each other for a moment with Shang

Zonghai, then cast her eyes down and sighed, “I can’t hide anything from you.”

In front of Shang Zonghai, the estrangement between her and Shang Yu is almost

invisible.

Shang Zonghai gave a short laugh, took a sip of tea, and smiled intriguingly:

"You are too cautious."

Li Qiao pursed her lips, and her previous smile was replaced by a touch of

melancholy.

"Or..." Shang Zonghai put down his tea cup and fiddled with the Buddhist beads

one by one, "like walking on thin ice."

The word poke Li Qiao's heart.

She pulled the corners of her eyes and was silent for a while, then asked in a

low voice: "Dad...I don't know what to do."

A slightly dull mutter, revealing Li Qiao’s powerlessness and helplessness.

Shang Zonghai smiled, and looked at Li Qiao scorchingly.

Since he met this girl, he had never seen her so tired.

Even if Mu's past happened, it failed to arouse her too much emotional

resonance.

Shang Zonghai looked at Li Qiao’s red eyes, raised his hand and patted her

shoulder, "Girl, come in with Dad."

Li Qiao's voice was blocked, she got up and lowered her head to follow his

footsteps.

The study room of the main house is full of ink.

Quiet and quiet environment and in front of trusted elders, it is easy for

people to take off guard.

Shang Zonghai said while grinding, "Is it because of Shaoyan's disease?"

Li Qiao raised her head, bending her lips far-fetched, "You know?"

"You." Shang Zonghai shook his head and laughed, "Except for Shaoyan's

disease, I can't think of anything else that can make you helpless. There are

no outsiders here, just say whatever you want to say."

Li Qiao could easily see his care and generosity from Shang Zonghai's eyes,

and just blurt out things that he couldn't speak to.

For five minutes, Shang Zonghai listened attentively. He didn't interrupt, his

eyes were as gentle as ever.

After Li Qiao finished speaking, there was a trace of struggle under her eyes.

She curled up her fingertips and said in a dumb voice: "Dad, you say...what

should I do?"

(End of this chapter)