Chapter 73 Nanyang Mansion

Chapter 73 Nanyang Mansion

Shang Yu raised his finger, gently wiped away the rainwater splashed by the edge of the umbrella from the corner of her eyes, and said hoarsely: "In the mourning hall."

It turns out... I recognized her so early, even though she was still wearing a mask.

Li Qiao lowered her eyelids, the corners of her lips raised slightly, her eyes just fell on his finger holding the umbrella, and she teased softly, "Well, I thought you didn't see me."

"Tired?" At this time, Shang Yu rubbed her hair, looked at Li Qiao's slightly trembling eyelashes and tired cheeks, and with a thought, his palm slid to the back of her neck with moderate strength pinched twice.

Li Qiao's whole body froze because of his actions, and her warm and dry palms were pressed against the back of her neck and rubbed gently, almost gathering all her senses in one place, and the strong throbbing also spread from the heart to the whole body little by little.

She frowned, suppressed her rapid heartbeat, and nodded truthfully, "Well, I'm a little tired."

Shang Yu raised his thin lips, and his broad palms fell on her shoulders, and he tilted the umbrella, "Let's go, I'll take you to rest."

As the two left the other courtyard, Jiu Gong, who had just turned back to the living room, happened to see their slightly intimate scene.

...

Ten minutes later, Li Qiao looked at the Nanyang Mansion which was getting closer and closer outside the car, and her slightly scorching eyes fell on Shang Yu, "Master Yan usually lives here?"

The man's thin lips turned slightly, "Well, it's clean."

In fact, she had heard others discuss the Nanyang Mansion a long time ago. It was rumored that outsiders were not allowed to enter the mansion within a radius of ten miles, but she never expected that Shang Yu would bring her here today.

Not long after, the two took the elevator in the underground garage and entered the door.

Li Qiao roughly looked at the layout of the mansion, the cold gray and black ascetic style, unique decoration and exquisite workmanship.

He seems to have a soft spot for black.

In the living room, Li Qiao was nestled on the sofa, while Shang Yu stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, lit a cigarette, turned around, and asked, "When did you start working as an embalmer?"

Li Qiao grabbed a leather pillow and raised her eyebrows, "Strictly speaking, I'm not an embalmer, but at most I'm the teacher's student and assistant."

Shang Yu walked to the sofa near the sofa with a cigarette in his hand, leaned over to flick the ash, and looked sideways at her, "Wound suturing skills, did you learn it from Hejiu Gong?"

Hearing this, Li Qiao blinked, with a smile in her eyes, "Well, it is indeed the teacher's credit."

Coincidentally, the moment the words fell, Liu Yun's figure appeared in the living room, and he heard Li Qiao's words clearly.

So, his wound was stitched up by Miss Li, who claimed to be an assistant to the mortician?

Liu Yun quietly covered his left arm: "..."

At this moment, upon hearing footsteps, Li Qiao and Shang Yu turned their eyes at the same time.

There was a strange silence in the living room, and then Liu Yun cleared his throat, nodded and said: "Boss, the room is ready."

Shang Yu sat down, held a cigarette to his lips, looked at Li Qiao and said, "Go take a bath first, come down to eat later."

Li Qiao responded, then got up and followed Liu Yun out of the living room.

On the way, she paced forward unhurriedly, thought for a moment, and asked, "Liu Yun, how did the young man who was buried die?"

Liu Yun paused and looked at Li Qiao suspiciously, "Did the boss tell Miss Li?"

Li Qiao shook her head casually, "I didn't ask him, so tell me."

Hearing this, Liu Yun thought for a while without hiding anything, and asked bluntly: "Miss Li, do you still remember the man I met in the Bise Garden?"

After Liu Yun's reminder, Li Qiao remembered the first time she saw Shang Yu, she narrowed her eyes, "The one kneeling on the ground begging for mercy?"

"Yes, he was the one who killed Qingyu!" Speaking of this person, Liu Yun's voice became tense and full of hatred.

Four more.