Outright Favoritism

Chapter 135 Then you can do it yourself

After eating, Li Qiao declined Shang Yu's offer to send her home in person.

She got into the rainy car and waved goodbye to the figure outside the window.

I don't know when he will return from Parma.

After all, the bombing of Shanglu's cruise ship does not sound like an accident.

As the view of the mansion gradually shrank, Li Qiao couldn't help sighing softly.

I hope, go early and return early.

...

At nine o'clock in the morning, Luo Yu parked the car downstairs in the apartment in Yashu Garden.

When Li Qiao pushed the door and got out of the car, she looked back at Luoyu and said coldly, "You go back, you don't need to follow me today."

She went to congratulate her grandfather on her birthday, and rain on that occasion was not suitable for her travel.

Who knows--

"This is my job." Luo Yu replied stubbornly, his tone not stiff, but very choking.

Li Qiao raised her eyebrows and curled her lips indifferently: "Then you can do it yourself."

After speaking, Li Qiao slammed the car door and walked into the apartment.

A few days ago, my uncle specially reminded her not to forget to prepare gifts for the old man, so Li Qiao made a special trip to Yashu Garden to choose gifts. After choosing for a long time, she gathered a set of precious four treasures of the study before turning off the lights and leaving the house.

However, Li Qiao did not go to the main entrance, but instead called a special car, and left the south gate behind the apartment to pick up the car directly from Yanhuang Group.

On Saturday morning, the traffic was in good condition. In less than fifteen minutes, Li Qiao arrived at the company downstairs, carrying a suitcase and boarding her Mercedes-Benz G.

...

Palm House is located near the Nanyang River.

Surrounded by landscape galleries and green forests around the bank, it is really a good place to enjoy life.

Li Qiao parked the car on the roadside in front of the door, got out of the car and entered the door with a hand box, and walked around the shadow wall carved with "Shang Shan Ruo Shui" inside the door. As soon as she raised her eyes, she saw the butler smiled and greeted him. "Master, Qiaoqiao is here."

The housekeeper’s voice fell, and an angry reprimand came from the living room: "Let her go, how long hasn't seen me? I don't have her unfilial granddaughter!"

Hearing this full-fledged complaint, Li Qiao and the housekeeper looked at each other and smiled, walked into the living room slowly, and slightly bent over to the old man above him, "Grandpa calms down my anger, I'm here!"

Duan Jingming, the former head of the Duan family, 76 years old, kind eyebrows, good-looking, full of Huafa but still energetic.

At this time, Duan Yuanhui, who was sitting in the living room, couldn't help but joked, "Dad, Qiao Qiao is busy with graduation recently. It's not easy to come here. Are you sure you want to drive her away?"

Duan Jingming was looking at Li Qiao with his eyes full of relief. Hearing this, he stared at him sternly, "Shut up, you are everywhere!"

After training Duan Yuanhui, the old man looked at Li Qiao again, and he couldn't bear to be angry. He waved his hand quickly, "Qiao Qiao, are you busy? You see the child is tired and thin."

Li Qiao couldn't help but laughed, stepped forward and handed the hand box to Duan Jingming, "Grandpa, this is a birthday gift for you, I wish you good health and peace in every year."

Duan Jingming took the hand box and placed it on the coffee table next to him, focusing on Li Qiao, pulling her wrist infrequently, "Okay, you have a heart. Qiao Qiao, is graduation very troublesome?"

"Fortunately, it's almost over."

In fact, this was just an excuse my uncle gave her, but Duan Jingming didn't think so.

He saw that Li Qiao’s slap-sized face was about to lose weight, and he couldn’t help but stared at Duan Yuanhui again, “What’s the matter with you? Our family Qiaoqiao is about to graduate. As the chief, you don’t know how to give her. Convenient? How did you become an uncle?"

Duan Yuanhui, who was lying on the gun inexplicably: "..."

(End of this chapter)