After about twenty minutes, there was a sound of footsteps from the spiral staircase upstairs.
In the silent living room, everyone stood up at the same place.
Except for Li Qiao.
At this time, the sun struggled from the gloomy clouds to reveal a few gleams of light, and fell on Li Qiao's feet through the glass.
The girl sat motionless on the sofa, staring at her toes without squinting, her face indifferent throughout.
It wasn't until Li Guangming and Shang Yu walked back to the living room that her eyes trembled slightly, and she glanced over slowly.
Shang Yuying stood tall and walked slowly in the middle of the living room, and said with a cool expression: "Stay, don't give it away."
Li Guangming chuckled, "Then...I'll wait for Mr. Shang's reply."
The man did not speak, but he lowered his eyelids in response.
I don't know what they talked about, but obviously the atmosphere between Shang Yu and Li Guangming is very delicate.
Duan Shuyuan took a step forward. As the wife of the host, she was worried about neglecting Shang Shaoyan. She politely invited: "Mr. Shang is going to leave? If it's okay, do you want to stay and have a morning tea?"
"No, thank you."
The tone of Shang Yu's answer was extraordinarily deep. Although he maintained a good demeanor, his dark eyes were bottomless, which made people unable to understand his emotions.
After a while, he took the lead to walk towards the Xuan Ting, and the driver followed behind him.
The man's strutting posture and sonorous stride made all of the four words of 'being empty of mind'.
The Li family and the others were still immersed in Shang Yu's inexplicable deterrence, and Li Qiao had already stood up and followed out.
"Qiao Qiao——" Behind him was Li Cheng's surprised call, but Li Qiao's figure had long since disappeared near the mysterious hall.
In the villa compound, Li Qiao followed Shang Yu without hesitation, and near the small garden on the right hand side, Shang Lu was holding his stomach and squatting beside a small maple tree with a pale and handsome face, retching twice from time to time. Sad and funny.
"Yan Ye!"
Li Qiao's voice was clear and clear, and slowly sounded behind Shang Yu. The driver took a silent look and turned around to the small garden.
Hearing the sound, Shang Yu had a pause, his upright and arrogant posture was full of wild and unassuming charm, his eyes were deep and distant and Li Qiao stared at Li Qiao, and his voice was steady and magnetic: "What's the matter?"
The girl blinked lazily, her fingertips tucked in her jeans pockets, her thin right-angled shoulders shrugged slightly, the breeze disturbed the hair on her forehead, and her tone was lightly blown: "Can I ask? Ask, what did you and my dad talk about?"
As if Li Qiao was in a gloomy mood, her thick eyelashes drooped, covering the waves in her eyes.
She never doubted the love and protection of her parents for her, but this time, why are she so persistent in her relationship with Shang Lu.
Shang Yu looked at Li Qiao in front of him, with a frightening glimmer in his dark eyes, "It would be more appropriate to ask your father."
"Can't you tell me?" Li Qiao frowned and suddenly raised her head to look at the other party. The dark deer eyes seemed calm but sharp.
The man looked at the girl's delicately hooked cheeks, the apple jelly knot rolled slightly, and he refused simply, "Sorry, no."
At this point, Li Qiao's heart instantly became impatient, her eyes were dark and cold, and her tone was slightly tight. "The last question, can this marriage be retired?"
Her impatience and anxiety have reached the corners of her eyebrows and eyes, and Li Qiao, who has always been careless in receiving people and things, forgot to pretend in front of Shang Yu.
Just when she thought that Shang Yu would not answer, a sentence came in her ear: "As long as you want, you can retire."