The milk tea shop just opened, there are not many people, and the sweet smell of milk tea is still flowing in the small shop.
Mo Qi sat across from Li Qiao, holding a cup of milk tea with one hand, he stopped talking.
At this time, Li Qiao looked at the succulent potted plants on the window sill, and the movement of turning her head slightly outlined her perfect neck line.
Mo Qi focused on her, curled up with his fingertips, his gaze was a little silly.
"You have something to tell me?" At the moment of opening, Li Qiao looked at Mo Qi quietly, neither cold nor hot.
Mo Qi stared at her coldly, and drank milk tea in a panic, trying to conceal the embarrassment of being caught.
The atmosphere was silent for a few seconds, and Mo Qi adjusted his mood and raised his head again, "Xiao Li, why do you have to be an enchanter?"
Li Qiao looked at Mo Qi, swiped her fingernails on the table twice, and replied concisely, "Interest."
"But..." Mo Qi hesitated for a moment, and then said carefully, "You are a girl, aren't you afraid?"
In his eyes, Li Qiao has money and beauty, and in the most popular words nowadays, that is a proper winner in life.
To this day, many people still look at the work of the enclave with tinted glasses.
She didn't need to bear those strange pointers and eyes at all.
At this time, Li Qiao stretched her eyebrows, and when she looked out the window again, she said lightly: "Brother, sometimes living people are more scary."
Mo Qi was speechless for a moment.
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In less than five minutes, Li Qiao left the milk tea shop first.
Mo Qi sat at the table, looking at the untouched cup of milk tea, his eyes were full of loneliness.
When he was nervous, he forgot that Junior Sister Li never seemed to drink milk tea.
Outside the store, a breeze passed through the old wall and disturbed Li Qiao's temples.
She walked slowly, looking up at the swaying pale green treetops, full of life, as if to remind the summer is coming.
Then there is more than a month left, which is the third anniversary of Huizi's death.
At this time, in the side road behind him, there was a dull car engine sound from far to near.
Standing under the camphor tree, Li Qiao flickered and saw a low-key black commercial car slowly parked beside him.
The window of the car only dropped about ten centimeters, and a pair of extremely cold black eyes were condensing her through the gap.
Li Qiao raised his eyebrows, stepped forward, and the automatic door in the back seat opened in due course.
In the spacious carriage, Shang Yu, dressed in black, sat lazily in a single seat with overlapping long legs. His thin, scarlet lips had a thought-provoking smile, but his eyes were extremely cold.
Li Qiao and his gaze crossed, and he couldn't figure out what his fierce and indifferent appearance represented.
Even the handsome, carved cheeks seem to be covered with frost, exuding a strong sense of aggression and distance.
But he was clearly smiling.
Li Qiao stepped forward intently, grabbing the suspicion in her heart, and said quietly, "Master Yan is coming to the old town to do business?"
Shang Yu leaned on the back of the chair, his arms placed on the armrests, his fingertips gently twisted, his dark eyes glanced at the tea shop behind Li Qiao, his tone was deep and cold: "Boyfriend?"
The handsome men and beauties of the same age who meet in the milk tea shop in the old city really seem to be the love that a girl of her age should have.
Just now, she left, he chased him, and then the two looked at each other and smiled, including that Li Qiao took the gift from the young man without hesitation, and every frame was particularly dazzling in Shang Yu's eyes.
Is this the reason why she is eager to divorce Shang Lu?
At this time, Li Qiao turned around suspiciously and followed Shang Yu's vision to look behind him. The half-open window was still faintly reflected in Mo Qi's cheeks looking through the window.
Li Qiaoman casually retracted his gaze and bends his lips lazily.
She stretched her eyebrows and looked at Shang Yu again. The deer eyes were as bright as the stars behind the clouds, "Not a boyfriend. Yan Ye, I'm single."