At this time, Zhong Jiugong took off the black mask on his bottom, stretched his eyebrows and sighed: "Yan Ye is polite. It is a pity that this kid died unexpectedly at a young age. However, a boss like you manages him behind him. It's not worth walking around with others."
Shang Yu's throat rolled, and Zhong Jiugong looked at each other for a moment, then turned and ordered Liuyun behind him, "Send Jiugong to the other hall to rest, and then send them down the mountain after the rain stops."
"Yes."
...
Ten minutes later, three black cars stopped at the door of Nanyangshan Courtyard.
Liu Yun arranged for the servants of the other hospital to take care of him, and then hurried back to the Nanyang Mansion, two kilometers away.
After entering the door, Li Qiao took off her mask and followed the servant to the living room for a short rest.
At this moment, Mo Qi looked at the luxurious living room in amazement, saying that it was magnificent and magnificent, and it was just a temporary rest house.
He secretly smacked his tongue and couldn't help sighing the charm of power and money, "Teacher, are you familiar with that master?"
The voice settled, and Li Qiao, who was sitting on the solo sofa, slowly raised her head.
They were all wearing masks in the cemetery before, and Li Qiao never spoke to Shang Yu from beginning to end, so it is not clear whether he denied himself.
But judging from the dialogue between Jiugong and Shang Yu, they should be familiar with each other.
At this time, Zhong Jiugong was holding the teacup sent by the servant, blowing on the heat, and calmly said: "I helped his dead minions a few times before, so it was familiar."
"Then every time you have to go to the cemetery for the funeral?" Mo Qi asked again. After all, the process manual of the enchanter does not include the funeral process.
Today, under the leadership of Jiugong, they will pass together.
Hearing the sound, Zhong Jiugong took a sip of the hot tea, his wrinkled cheeks were full of fatigue, and he gave him an angry look, "Why do you have so many questions?"
Obviously, Jiugong did not want to answer.
Mo Qi touched the bridge of his nose, glanced at Li Qiao, and muttered to himself, "I am not curious!"
"If you should ask, don't be curious if you shouldn't ask."
Just at this time, the servant had already arranged the guest room and invited them to rest in the room.
Throughout the whole process, Li Qiao didn't say a word, and followed the servant to the guest room on the second floor. After getting started, she sat in a lazy chair in front of the window and stared at the heavy rain.
Today's farewell party gave her a new understanding of Shang Yu again.
According to the rumors, he is the paranoid and mysterious overlord of Nanyang.
But in her eyes, today he is clearly an emperor Yanhuang boss who values love and righteousness.
Probably all of his loyal subordinates were surrendered because of this.
At this time, the mobile phone she had been putting in her pocket suddenly vibrated.
Li Qiao took it in her hand and glanced lazily, and she suddenly felt a little palpitating.
It is a WeChat message from Shangyu.
There are only two simple words: go downstairs
Li Qiao's heartbeat was slightly chaotic, and then she got up and walked out the door.
At this time, the living room is empty.
When Li Qiao walked down the stairs, passed through the entrance, and pushed open the brown door of the annex, the handsome man standing in the rain holding a black silk umbrella came into view.
He is still in that solemn black suit, standing in the wind and rain, so dazzling that everything around him becomes blurred.
Li Qiao pursed her lips, with a faint fatigue in the corners of her eyes, and walked towards him step by step.
Under the umbrella, the light was dim. She raised her head and looked at Shang Yu's deep eyes, and said with a smile: "When did Master Yan recognize me?"