Outright Favoritism - Chapter 19: What did you and my dad talk about?

About twenty minutes later, there was a sound of footsteps coming from the spiral staircase upstairs.

 In the silent living room, everyone stood up in unison.

 Except Li Qiao.

At this time, the sun struggled to reveal a few rays of light from the gloomy clouds, passing through the glass and falling at Li Qiao’s feet.

The girl sat motionless on the sofa, staring at her toes with a cold face the whole time.

It wasn’t until Li Guangming and Shang Yu walked back to the living room that her eyes trembled slightly and she glanced slowly over from the corner of her eye.

Shang Yuying stood tall and walked slowly in the center of the living room, and said with a cold expression: “Stay here, there is no need to see me off.”

Li Guangming smiled and said, “Then… I’m just waiting for Mr. Shang’s reply.”

The man didn’t say anything, but lowered his eyelids in response.

 I don’t know what they talked about specifically, but it is obvious that the atmosphere between Shang Yu and Li Guangming is very delicate.

Duan Shuyuan took a step forward. As the wife of the house owner, she was worried about neglecting Shang Shaoyan, so she invited him politely and cautiously: “Mr. Shang, are you planning to leave? If nothing happens, do you want to stay for morning tea?”

 “No, thank you.”

Shang Yu answered in a particularly deep tone. Although he maintained a good demeanor, his dark eyes were bottomless, making it difficult to understand his emotions.

 After a moment, he took the lead towards the hall, followed by the driver.

The man’s strutting posture and sonorous and sharp steps embody the word “arrogant”.

The Li family couple and others were still immersed in Shang Yu’s inexplicable intimidation, but Li Qiao had already stood up and followed them out.

“Qiao Qiao——” Li Cheng called in surprise from behind, but Li Qiao’s figure had already disappeared near the hall.

In the courtyard of the villa, Li Qiao followed Shang Yu leisurely, and near the small garden on the right, Shang Lu was squatting next to a small maple tree with his stomach in his hand, his face pale and handsome, and he retched twice from time to time. Tragic and funny.

 “Yan Ye!”

Li Qiao’s ethereal and clear voice sounded softly behind Shang Yu. The driver glanced at it silently, turned around and went to the small garden with his nose and nose in mind.

Hearing the sound, Shang Yu paused in his steps. His tall and proud figure exuded a wild charm. He stared at Li Qiao with deep and long eyes, and his voice was magnetic and steady: “What’s the matter?”

The girl blinked lazily, her fingertips stuffed into the pockets of her jeans, her thin right-angled shoulders slightly hunched, the breeze ruffled the hair on her forehead, and the tone of her voice was also muted: “Can I ask Ask, what did you and my dad talk about?”

It seems that Li Qiao was in a gloomy mood, and her thick eyelashes drooped, covering the waves in her eyes.

 She has never doubted her parents’ love and protection for her, but this time, why are they so insistent on her marriage to Shangluca?

Shang Yu looked at Li Qiao in front of him, his dark eyes showing a frightening glimmer, “It would be more appropriate to ask your father.”

“You can’t tell me?” Li Qiao frowned and suddenly looked up at the other party. The dark deer eyes seemed calm but were hidden with sharpness.

The man looked at the girl’s delicate cheeks carefully, his Adam’s apple rolled slightly, and he refused simply, “Sorry, I can’t.”

Having said this, Li Qiao’s heart suddenly became restless. Her eyes were dark and cold, and her tone was slightly tense. “The last question is, can this marriage be canceled?”

Her impatience and anxiety had already crept into the corners of her brows and eyes. Li Qiao, who had always treated people and things carelessly, forgot to pretend in front of Shang Yu.

Just when she thought Shang Yu wouldn’t answer, a word came to her ears: “You can retreat as long as you want.”