Li Qiao absentmindedly replied, "Five minutes, there are many online."
"Oh... that’s also a way." Wu Minmin murmured thoughtfully, then opened the webpage, "Let have a look first."
At this mont, Xia Siyu gently poked Li Qiao’s thigh, "Behind you..."
"What is it?" Li Qiao was still sending a ssage, casually glanced back.
The situation was quite awkward then.
At the entrance of the cabin, Su Moshi was leaning against the door with a half-smile.
As the phone on speaker mode delivered Wu Minmin’s surprised voice again, "Wow, Qiaoqiao, I found a five-thousand-word self-reflection essay. I’ll send this to my husband, surely it will pass the check."
Li Qiao retracted her gaze, calmly reminding Wu Minmin, "Rember to change the pronoun."
"Don’t worry, I’m not stupid." Wu Minmin was downloading the docunt while chuckling to herself, "This dostic search engine is really handy, future self-reflections are secured."
Li Qiao ended the call without any ntal burden.
Not just in the future, it’s estimated that Wu Minmin’s lifeti of self-reflections was all settled.
...
Twenty minutes later, the air around the yacht suddenly beca tense and solidified a lot.
The night wind was still there, yet stirred with waves.
As ripples spread from the lake surface, Yun Lih squinted to observe the changes on the water, drank up his cup, and as he stood up, Su Moshi approached.
The two exchanged looks, eyes revealing a sharpness full of eagerness.
Shen Qingye was still tap dancing, the sound of heels clashing with the deck added a touch of liveliness to the stagnant atmosphere.
He said, "At eight o’clock direction, there’s soone."
Song Liao was still tapping the crystal glass, but his deanor shifted, and his earlobe moved keenly, "Southwest side, the boat stopped."
Yun Lih lowered his head to unbutton his cuffs, leisurely rolling up his sleeves, "Xiao Yehui, leave him to ."
Su Moshi picked up the wine glass on the table, sipping elegantly, "He is left for Qiaoqiao, you can choose the others at will."
Yun Lih paused his movents, "Can she act in her current condition?"
"She’s responsible for brainstorming." Su Moshi chuckled, looking into the distance over the dark lake, "Besides, even if you want to take over, Boss Xiao may not let you get what you wish."
Yun Lih licked his back teeth, saying nothing, taking Su Moshi’s arrangent as agreed.
The music on the yacht continued, but the ripples on the lake were becoming increasingly intense.
In the blink of an eye, just a few seconds later, several beams of searchlights lit up from four directions, all beams focused on the yacht’s deck, making it as bright as day.
Four yachts appeared in sight, appearing to encircle them from all sides.
On the deck, all actions by Shen Qingye and others stopped.
Four standing figures, tall and erect.
At this ti, a small yacht approached from straight ahead, Xiao Yehui standing prominently at the forefront of the deck.
Separated by three years, the Border Seven Sons seed to beco a circle that could never be completed.
Xiao Yehui had already taken off his tailcoat, standing opposite them in a simple white shirt and trousers.
A few seconds later, two of the yachts were very close.
Xiao Yehui’s gaze swept past, finally landing on Yun Lih, "Looks like your poison has been cured."
Yun Lih nodded down, raising his eyes with a wicked smile, "You seem quite disappointed?"
Xiao Yehui smiled gently, "A bit."
"Xiao Yehui, disturbing our gathering in the middle of the night, just to co and talk nonsense?"
Shen Qingye sarcastically spat, his face full of displeasure, difficult to see the previous harmony and smiles in his eyes.
Xiao Yehui glanced at him, his hands slowly slid into his pants pockets, "Old Three, you’re still so impatient."
"You still have the nerve to call Old Three?" Shen Qingye harbors a deep resentnt, especially towards Xiao Yehui, more hatred than resentnt.
Xiao Yehui ignored Shen Qingye’s sarcasm, his gaze shifted to Song Liao’s face, "Lao Liu, do you want to co over?"
Speaking of which, there was no entanglent between the two of them, like two parallel lines.
Both Shen Qingye and Xia Siyu had been secretly hard by Xiao Yehui, but Song Liao hadn’t.
Most importantly, he hadn’t directly stated his stance.
Shen Qingye had the best relationship with Song Liao, and even if he didn’t say anything, he had long assud Song Liao’s choice.
But at this mont, Shen Qingye’s heart suddenly rose, obscurely watching Song Liao, inevitably feeling anxious and conflicted inside.
If Song Lao Liu really chose Xiao Yehui, it’s better... to give him a shot first, knock him down.
Shen Qingye showed a determined expression, secretly groping his pocket, ready to act at any ti.
Xiao Yehui seed to see through his intention, raised an eyebrow and said, "Old Three, everyone has a choice, and Lao Liu is the sa."
"Yeah, everyone has a chance, but people can’t choose to be complicit with beasts."
Shen Qingye was too straightforward, the last word struck the ground, and the gun in his hand was already pointed at Song Liao’s temple, "Lao Liu, make your choice."
The others: "..."
Su Moshi and Yun Lih exchanged glances, yet before they spoke, the small door of the cabin slowly opened, Li Qiao’s gentle voice ca with the wind, "Truly a strategist of the Border Seven Sons, able to incite internal conflict with a few words."
Shen Qingye and others turned to the sound, under the bright light screen, Li Qiao lifted her skirt and stepped onto the deck, beside her, Xia Siyu wore a sarcastic expression.
Xiao Yehui understood each person and was able to deftly grasp their emotions.
His seemingly vague words almost pushed Shen Qingye to the brink, in terms of scheming, Xiao Yehui had the upper hand.
As soon as Li Qiao appeared, a smile curve lifted at the corner of Xiao Yehui’s lips, "I thought you didn’t intend to co out."
"Lao Liu, choose freely."
Li Qiao ignored Xiao Yehui and instead looked at the calm-faced Song Liao, her tone was also very calm.
She never forces anyone.
She accepts any stance.
Song Liao raised his hand to wave away Shen Qingye’s gun, stepping toward the ship’s side one step at a ti.
Shen Qingye’s handso face sank, difficult to conceal disappointnt.
Li Qiao opened the Sour Plum Box leisurely and slowly put a piece in her mouth. She lowered her head, softly speaking, "I don’t need inside support."
Her voice was not too loud, yet everyone could hear clearly, including Xiao Yehui.
Song Liao’s steps naturally stopped, turning his head to look at Li Qiao, "Little Cub, I think I can do it."
Li Qiao didn’t lift her head, sniffing the Sour Plum Box, "No need."
"Oh, that’s it." Song Liao turned back with a bit of foolishness.
Xiao Yehui: "..."
Shen Qingye smacked Song Liao’s shoulder hard with the gun handle, "CNM, Song Lao Liu."
Li Qiao raised her eyes leisurely, eting Xiao Yehui’s mocking gaze, sighed lightly, "Not planning to continue?"
"Xiao Qi, if it weren’t for you and Shang Shaoyan, perhaps nothing would have happened."
Xiao Yehui closed his eyes, his tone obscure and low.
Everything, as it was said, encompassed all.
Li Qiao nodded calmly, "So?"
"So, you deserve to die." Xiao Yehui said extrely slowly, and with a smile on his face.
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