Chapter 419 Be Good, Help Me

Chapter 419 Be good, help me

Li Qiao looked at him with a smile, and poked his gauze lightly with her finger, "I'm afraid your wound will open again..."

The man hugged her and kissed her again, then got up and led her to the bathroom, "Then listen to you."

Looking at his broad back, Li Qiao felt sore and warm in her heart.

Then, he followed Shang Yu into the bathroom in a daze, and before he could react, he was pressed against the bathroom wall and kissed deeply.

Perhaps the sweetness after the quarrel is particularly tempting, Li Qiao raised her head and tried her best to cater to him, and the temperature around her was getting higher and higher.

She didn't realize that her T-shirt was missing until a chill came from her back.

Looking at the man's gauze-wrapped chest again, his eyes regained a bit of clarity, "You can't take a bath if you are injured."

The finger was pulled down by the man, next to the ear, the hoarse voice whispered inductively: "Hey, help me..."

...

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, the two of them lay back on the big bed with wet hair, and Li Qiao fell into a light sleep almost as soon as he touched the pillow.

Shang Yu was half leaning against the head of the bed, wearing only a pair of black trousers, looking down at her peaceful and peaceful sleeping face, his Adam's apple moved and leaned over, pecking at her lips.

As if it wasn't enough, the slightly cool lips fell on the center of her brows and everywhere on the eyelids. After pecking for a moment, he returned to her lips and started to make trouble.

Li Qiao felt that she had just fallen asleep, and was awakened by a burst of wet kisses.

In the room, only the bedside lamp on Shang Yu's side was turned on, and the dim light shone on the man's shoulders, covered with a blurred gold border.

The girl squinted her eyes and babbled a few words in her sleep, but Shang Yu didn't hear clearly, kissed her deeply a few times, held her face and whispered: "Go to sleep."

Li Qiao rubbed against his arms, and fell asleep again in a blink of an eye.

...

At one o'clock in the morning, Shang Yu dressed neatly and came to the next door, opened the door and entered.

A smell of smoke wafted in. He Chen, who had just come out of the bathroom, looked down at his watch, then at the man's damp short hair, and clicked his tongue, "Are you coaxing someone into bed?"

Shang Yu put one hand in his pocket, glanced at him coldly, and ignored him.

Liuyun, Mochizuki and Luoyu were sitting at the small round table playing cards when they saw Shang Yu drop the cards and stand up.

Mochizuki asked: "Boss, do you want to go back?"

"Well, come back."

The matter in Nanyang has not been resolved, and he really can't stay in Chongcheng for too long.

He Chen was behind him, sizing up Shang Yu unscrupulously, and said sarcasticly, "Why didn't I realize you were so patient with women before?"

The man picked up the cigarette case from the table, took out one and brought it to his thin lips. When he lit it, his voice sarcastically said indistinctly, "Is there anything less that you haven't discovered?"

Oh, it's because he didn't keep an eye on Li Qiao.

He Chen leaned against the wall with no image, touched his eyebrows, "So much resentment? Did the injury affect your performance?"

The third assistant: "..."

Brother Chen is the only one in the world who dares to tease their boss so cheaply.

If it were someone else, it would have been shot and collapsed.

Shang Yu sat on the edge of the bed with one hand propped on his knee, looked at the flickering cigarette butt in his hand, glanced at He Chen and told, "Don't let her go back to Nanyang until the exchange meeting is over."

He Chen leaned against the wall and curled his lips, "Are you sure the Nanyang matter can be resolved before the exchange meeting ends?"

"Yes." The man said a single word, and a thin white mist overflowed from his thin lips, "She dare not bet with Xiao Yeyan's life with me."

He Chen narrowed his eyes and looked at Shang Yu with a complicated expression, "Does your dad know that she came to Nanyang?"

"He doesn't need to know."

He Chen understood, and looked out the window with a sneer, "I've never seen a mother who can be so eccentric in my whole life."

There was no one in the room to answer the conversation, and Shang Yu continued to puff and puff between his cigarettes, only his handsome face, which was obscured by the smoke, exuded a profound coldness.

...

At six o'clock the next morning, Li Qiao's alarm clock rang.

She took out her mobile phone from under the pillow, squinted her eyes and turned off the alarm clock, turned over and planned to continue sleeping.

A few seconds later, thinking of something, she suddenly opened her eyes again, sat up and looked around, but she didn't find Shang Yu's figure.

have they gone?

She was so tired last night that she seemed to fall asleep when she lay down.

Li Qiao lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and in a flash from the corner of her eye, she saw a special note from the guest house on the bedside table.

She picked it up and saw that a few words with strong strokes fell on the paper: Waiting for you to go back.

Li Qiao pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled, as if she could see the expression on his face when he wrote these words through the handwriting.

After half an hour, she went out.

Before seven o'clock, other people in the laboratory entered the restaurant one after another.

Today is the second half of the research results presentation, and Lian Zhen from Renhe Lab came to the stage to share with her.

Academician Jiang sat at the dining table and chatted about various precautions while eating breakfast.

After dinner, the group went to the exhibition center.

On the way, Lian Zhen deliberately took a few steps behind, walked to Li Qiao's side, and said with worried eyes: "Xiao Li, I seem to have seen Guan Mingyu last night."

Li Qiao still paced forward unhurriedly, her eyes flashed, "Where did you see that?"

"In an old-fashioned residential building in the back street of the Convention and Exhibition Center." Lian Zhen frowned, with a low voice, "The restaurant where we had dinner last night is in the back street.

At around eight o'clock in the evening, there were many people on the street, and I saw Guan Mingyu being taken into a residential house by two men.

I tried to call her later, but no one answered. I called Guan Mingchen again, but his phone was also turned off.

Neither of them have called me back yet. Say, could it be..."

Li Qiao turned her head to look at the serious Lian Zhen, "Guan Mingchen is currently participating in closed training and cannot use his mobile phone."

"Really?" Lian Zhen knew that Guan Mingchen was very good at mental arithmetic, and he also heard about him going to study.

But Li Qiao's explanation didn't make his brows relax, instead they frowned more and more, "Then Guan Mingyu..."

"Perhaps, there will be a result today."

Li Qiao gave a plausible answer. Seeing Lian Zhen's helpless look, she calmed down again: "Brother Lian, don't think too much. On the display list submitted this time, the initiator of the research on human genetic diseases, wrote It's me."

The implication is that even if something happens, she is the main person responsible.

Hearing this, Lian Zhen wanted to say a few more words, but a familiar voice came from ahead.

"Academician Jiang, good morning. My colleagues in the council are looking forward to the presentation of the results of Renhe Laboratory today."

The person who spoke was Shang Qiongying who had just arrived in a commercial vehicle.

She was wearing a dignified and capable lady's suit, her hair was tied back, and she was standing in front of Academician Jiang with her handbag in her hand.

Academician Jiang and Shang Qiongying were not familiar with each other, but because of their identities, he hurriedly smiled modestly and said, "Don't say that, Renhe has not been established for a long time, so it is naturally not as good as other large laboratories. will look down on our research results.”

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