At this time, Shang Yu's deep gaze fell on her faintly smiling cheek, her thin lips overflowed with white smoke, and the smoke filled her, and her posture was lazy and casual.
After smoking a cigarette, the man got up and took Li Qiao to the restaurant on the basement floor.
In an elegant and comfortable restaurant, they sat opposite each other in front of a square marble table.
Li Qiao looked at the food already placed on the table and looked around, "Who made these?"
From the time she walked in until now, she has never seen the servant.
Even though his mansion is full of modernity, it still looks empty and without smoke.
Shang Yu took a sip from the wine glass he was holding. "Maid, their workplace is on the third floor underground."
Li Qiao nodded clearly, and without asking more, the two began to eat quietly.
...
After the meal, Li Qiao lazily leaned back in the chair, peering at the handsome and expensive man opposite, and asked, "Yan Ye, when will your father come to Nanyang?"
"Just these few days." Shang Yu raised his eyes, a faint smile on his thin lips, "In a hurry?"
Li Qiao raised her chin, a little irritable: "Well, I'm in a hurry. If this marriage is not clean, I am not at ease in my heart."
Shang Yu's dark eyes narrowed, and he smiled slightly, "Do you not like Shanglu or simply don't like this marriage?"
"I don't like it." Li Qiao made no secret of her dislike of the marriage, and murmured coldly and irritably, "Delay me in dating!"
In the last sentence, her voice was very weak, and she was not sure whether Shang Yu heard it, but the topic ended there.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, it was raining outside the window, and Shang Yu arranged Liuyun to send Li Qiao down the mountain.
The air in Nanyang Mountain after the rain is fresh, and the dampness is refreshing and refreshing.
Li Qiao got on the car in front of the mansion. As the car drove away, the Nanyang Mansion, known as the jewel in the mountains, gradually shrank in view.
...
Back at Li's house, Li Qiao walked in and saw Li Guangming pacing in the living room from time to time.
Duan Shuyuan also sat on the side and sighed. In short, neither of them looked very good.
Li Qiao put his fingers in his trouser pockets and stood at the entrance of the living room, leaning against the wall, "Parents, what happened?"
Li Guangming was taken aback. He narrowed the worry of his eyebrows, and looked at Li Qiao with a smile, "The girl is back, where did I go on a rainy day, and I didn't even drive the car."
"Go out and stroll around."
After all, Li Qiao looked at Duan Shuyuan, smacked the tip of her tongue, and walked to her seat next to her, "Mom, why keep sighing?"
Duan Shuyuan shook her head, grabbed Li Qiao's shoulder and patted, "Baby, mom doesn't feel sorry for you!"
"What did I do to make you feel bad?" Li Qiao asked in surprise, keenly aware that they were wrong today.
At this time, Li Guangming stood behind the sofa with his hands propped on the back of the chair, and said quietly: "We just received the notice that Mr. Shang is coming to Nanyang in three days."
"Did you divorce?" Li Qiao squinted and answered faintly, "That's good. Hurry up and return the marriage so that Shang Lu will not be delayed to find his next home."
Hearing this, Li Guangming and Duan Shuyuan looked at each other, thinking about a question very seriously. With regard to Shanglu's horrifying illness, is he still qualified to find a home?
After a period of silence, Li Qiao went upstairs.
She quietly raised the corners of her lips in a place where her parents couldn't see her, and her face was cheerful.
She only asked Shang Yu not long ago, but she didn't expect that the day when Mr. Shang came to Nanyang was set when he returned home.