Chapter 397

Chapter 397 You don't need to take off your clothes for a back injury

The man looked at her for a moment, perhaps because the night was too dense, or the lighting was too beautiful, the coldness of the corners of her eyes and brows was no longer there, but she was more charming like a little woman.

And this kind of demeanor, she only showed it in front of him.

Thinking of this, Shang Yu slowly put down the medicine bottle in his hand, put his arms on the back of the sofa, leaned forward and lifted her chin with his warm fingers, pressed down his handsome face, and directly covered his lips.

He kissed deeply and fiercely.

Probably because the distance was a bit far, when he kissed deeply, he grabbed her and put her directly on his long legs.

Li Qiao has a slender figure, but she is definitely not thin and thin, but being held in his arms, she looks extraordinarily exquisite.

After the kiss was over, the man still didn't let her go, his forehead was pressed against her cheek, and a slightly hoarse voice sounded in her ears, "No one will come to disturb you tonight."

Li Qiao drooped her eyelids and pursed the corners of her moist and hot mouth. She seemed to hear something else...

"Boyfriend, I'm hurt!" She leaned back slightly, opened the distance from each other, and reminded him by grabbing his collar with her fingers.

Shang Yu pecked her lips, his eyes were deep and burning, "So, take off your clothes and give you medicine."

Li Qiao stared at him, not believing such nonsense at all.

She turned her body in his arms, and lifted the hem of the T-shirt with her fingers, "I don't think...you don't need to take off your clothes for your waist injury."

The man watched her small movements, and a smile flashed across his deep eyes.

With one arm around Li Qiao, he picked up the medicine bottle from the table with the other, and when he lowered his eyes, his handsome face instantly sank.

On her left waist, there was a large area of ​​bruised and purple finger prints, which looked like they were caused by someone pinching the soft flesh of her waist.

Damn He Chen.

He didn't forget that when he returned to the lounge of the casino by the same route, he saw He Chen clasping her when he entered the door, his veined palm was just pinching her left waist.

Shang Yu didn't move for a long while, Li Qiao blinked, and when she turned her head, she saw the man's gloomy eyebrows and eyes full of displeasure and hostility.

She didn't know what kind of waist injury she had, but she felt a little pain. When she looked down, she couldn't help but twitched her mouth, "Your brother has quite strong hands."

Seems like a good fighter too.

Shang Yu's thin lips were tightly pressed, and he took the ointment and applied it to her without saying a word, but the tight outline of his cheeks did not ease at all.

The cool ointment was smeared on the waist by the man's fingers, relieving the sore pain.

She sighed silently, just sitting in his arms, leaning over to let him massage.

Then, at some point, the T-shirt was lifted to the shoulders.

Li Qiao: "..."

After applying the ointment, the man tidied up the corners of her clothes, put his arms around her shoulders and pressed him into his arms.

Some of the original charming thoughts completely dissipated when she saw her waist injury.

Shang Yujun's face was tense, and his voice was low: "Don't go to the laboratory until the injury is healed."

Li Qiao leaned against his chest and chuckled, "It's not that serious."

Shang Yu's palm fell on top of her head, while his dark eyes looked at the opposite wall, he just hugged her without saying anything.

Li Qiao blinked, and sat motionless in his arms, her body was slightly stiff because something poked her thigh.

It was past midnight, and there was no sound in the quiet and warm living room.

The man stopped talking, and patted her on the back with his broad palms, as if coaxing her to sleep.

After a while, Li Qiao did fall asleep on his shoulder.

Shang Yu noticed the gradually relaxing body in his arms and the sound of even breathing, looked down at her peaceful sleeping face, sighed quietly, cupped her face, and dropped a delicate light kiss.

...

The next morning, before nine o'clock in the morning, Li Qiao woke up leisurely.

The light in the master bedroom was dim, and the bed beside him was already empty.

She stretched out her hand to touch it, and it was a little cold. Shang Yu probably woke up very early.

Li Qiao hugged the quilt in a daze for a while, and then slowly went to the bathroom to take a bath.

Twenty minutes later, she walked out of the master bedroom refreshed, and when she raised her eyes, she saw a man approaching step by step in the sunlight all over the floor.

With one hand in his pocket, Shang Yu walked up to her and stroked her waist, his eyes lingering on Li Qiao's face, "Does it still hurt?"

She shook her head and said it was much better, then asked softly, "Aren't you going to the company today?"

"Go now. The laboratory has asked for leave for you. If you want to go out, call Luoyu." Shang Yu walked downstairs with her arms in his arms, admonishing her in a deep voice.

Li Qiao responded, and the two came to the underground restaurant. As soon as they sat down, the man's cell phone rang.

He glanced at the screen, and when he answered, He Chen's angry reprimand came from inside, "Shang Shaoyan, are you fucking shameless? You arranged the person who caused trouble in my casino last night?"

Li Qiao paused while drinking the porridge, and couldn't help but look at the man opposite.

She didn't want to eavesdrop, but He Chen's voice was too loud.

Sensing Li Qiao's gaze, Shang Yu raised his head to signal her to eat well, and then replied in a low voice, "It's me."

On the phone, He Chen gasped, "You fucking smart? As soon as the front foot left, you sent someone to make trouble with the back foot, and you pay me money."

Last night, a few gamblers made trouble in Puyin in the middle of the night, smashed three of his gaming tables, and smashed two of the pillars at the entrance of the church.

It has been a long time since no one dared to make trouble on the territory of Portuguese banks.

He sent someone to search around, and found Shang Shaoyan.

He Chen was stunned.

At this time, Shang Yu leaned against the back of the chair, and replied in a low tone and indifferent tone: "There will be a next time, it will not be as simple as making trouble."

Before He Chen figured out what he meant, the phone had already been hung up.

Li Qiao took a bite of the fried egg and looked at Shang Yu, "You last night..."

"He hurt you." The man cut the toast slowly, with an attitude of indifference and nothing to do with himself.

Li Qiao rubbed her forehead, smiled, and said nothing.

She could almost imagine He Chen jumping.

What a pair of good brothers who love and kill each other.

...

After breakfast, Shang Yu went out to the company.

Li Qiao didn't stay in the mansion for long, greeted Luo Yu, and drove to the hospital.

In Yanhuang Private Hospital, Bai Luhui was lying alone on the hospital bed and looking out the window, wondering what he was thinking.

When Luo Yu knocked on the door and entered, he turned his face expressionlessly, saw Li Qiao behind her, and quickly sat up from the bed, "Miss Li."

Li Qiao walked over at a leisurely pace, looked at Bailu's bandaged right hand, and pursed her lips, "How is the injury?"

"Fortunately, nothing serious."

In fact, being pierced by a rusty iron nail through the palm, there are already signs of tetanus infection.

Otherwise...he wouldn't be forced to stay in the hospital for treatment by the doctor.

Bailu didn't want to say more about this, it was already a great kindness for Li Qiao to rescue him from He Chen's grasp, and she didn't want to add trouble to her.

Luo Yu put the fruit he brought on the bedside table, looked around, then bowed his head and said to Li Qiao: "Miss Li, you talk, I'll go and watch at the door."