Fatal Preference

Chapter 7

When Duan Shuyuan's words settled, a palpitating pressure spread through the living room.

It came from big brother Jun Li.

Lijun narrowed his eyes, his deep gaze austere with coldness, "In that case, Shanglu is simply not putting our Lai family in his eyes!"

Hearing this, Li Yan who was eager to show himself immediately nodded his head doggedly, "Big brother is right, I think Shang Lu just owes it to him."

Li Jun coolly looked at him askance, adding to himself, "I've checked Shang Lu's CV over the years, his background is very clean, at least in terms of male-female relationships, he's still clean.

This marriage has been some years in the making, if he didn't back out sooner or later, why did he have to back out on the eve of Pretty's graduation?!"

Duan Shuyuan rubbed her rounded nails and sneered, "Didn't you say he'll pay a visit tomorrow? If you can't give a reasonable reason, this isn't over."

The family sat in the living room racking their brains to think of countermeasures in order to support Li Beauty.

At this time, Li Qiu, who had been silent for a long time, changed to a more relaxed position, nestled in the sofa and said without a hitch, "I agree to withdraw from the marriage."

Lai Guangming and the others instantly looked sideways.

Duan Shuyuan painfully stroked the top of Li Qiao's head, "Baby, do you really mean it?"

Objectively speaking, Shang Lu that brat, no matter whether it's origin or background, and Pretty Pretty is a perfect match.

What's more, this marriage ......

At the same time, Li Guangming also showed a difficult face and agreed: "Sassy ah, Dad knows that you are not comfortable in your heart, but ......"

Halfway through his words, he closed his voice with a desire to speak.

In fact, Lai Pretty for this doll marriage, always not cold.

But at this moment, the attitude of Mom and Dad once again corroborated her suspicion that the origin of the doll's marriage was very problematic.

Li Qiao leaned on the armrest of the sofa, propped up half of her face, looking at the subtle changes in the two parents' complexion, faintly hooked her lips, "Since the person has proposed to withdraw the marriage, then let's do it, I don't have a problem with it."

Second brother, Li Yan, containing a huff, asked back, "Isn't it too cheap to withdraw just like that?"

Lai Pretty met Lai Yan's line of sight with an innocent face and nodded again carelessly, "Maybe, but I am indeed quite aggrieved."

As soon as these words came out of her mouth, Li's family members immediately rubbed their fists together, intending to give Shang Lu countless challenges.

Merchant Xiao Lu, we'll see!

......

Two hours later, evening came, and Junior Li Cheng also rushed back in the dust.

This border merchant has a cold-blooded, cold-blooded air, with a black trench coat draped over his shoulders. The moment he stepped into the living room, even the air around him seemed to become muddy and bloody.

The three sons of the Li family, each with their own skills.

If the oldest, Li Jun, is a decent high ranking official in the Southern Ocean, the second, Li Yan, is an art magnate with his hands full of copper, then the third, Li Cheng, is a cold-blooded businessman who wanders on the edge of death.

In the Lai family, Lai Pretty was closest to her third brother.

At this moment, Li Cheng came to the third floor of the villa with his head held high and stood in front of Li Qiu's bedroom door and knocked on the door, "Qiu, it's me, third brother."

Li Cheng's voice was husky and tired, and it also became more and more low and thick.

Outside the window, large, large pieces of flaming clouds after the rain embellished the sky like a dream, Lai Pretty heard the knock on the door and smoothly closed the computer.

Opening the door, Li Beauty lazily looked at Li Cheng, teasing familiarly, "How long has it been since you've been home?"

Li Cheng walked into the bedroom along the gap of the room door, yanked over the computer chair and sat down boldly, his trench coat slipped from his shoulders, also revealing the pistol he had pinned to his back waist, "Recently, there are many things at the border, it's not that I'm back, tell me, what's going on with Shang Lu?!"

Lai Pretty looked at the ceiling above his head, walked to his side with some annoyance, directly propped up the computer chair and drew out that pistol from his waist, put it in his hand and played with it twice, "It's just that, there's nothing to say."

Just like that, Lai Pretty doesn't want to discuss too much about Shanglu's withdrawal from the marriage.

A doll marriage of unknown origin, retreat is also in the heart of the matter.

At this time, Lai Cheng nestled in a high-backed computer chair, crossed his legs, posture elegant and clear, especially the lazy look, and Lai Pretty the same.

He held his chin slightly high, his rigidly contoured cheeks hung with a doting smile, "Don't want to talk?"

Lai Pretty raised her eyes to look at him, smoothly throwing the pistol back into his arms, the whole person leaned back and sat on the corner of the bed with her hands propped up behind her, her expression sparse, "Hmm."

Probably only in front of third brother Lai Cheng, some of Lai Pretty's true emotions would naturally flow out.

Lai Cheng narrowed his dark and cold eyes, the bottom of his eyes hid viciousness, "Then stop talking, the aggression you suffered at his place, third brother will give you back."

Li Beauty sat on the edge of the bed and kicked her toes, her gaze fell on the black trench coat behind the back of the chair, but the black figure of another person floated in her mind.

Her brows dyed with mania as she slowly asked, "Are you tired from rushing back from the border?"

"Not tired, what do you want to do?" Li Cheng had always been bottomless indulgent towards Li Beauty.

Seeing this, Li Qiu's eyes, which were always as careless as the foggy veil, were instantly coloured with a few points of different heat, "The usual rules?"

"No problem, let's go!"

Li Cheng said as he stood up, his broad palm smoothly rubbed the top of Li Qiao's head, then the siblings went directly to the car park.

After about five minutes, two Ferrari supercars drove out from the gate of the Lai family.

The smooth lines of the car body cut through the twilight of dusk, and the roar of the motors seemed to be able to shield away all the troubles of the world.

......

Seven o'clock in the evening, Bo Bar Shooting Hall.

Lai Pretty wearing goggles and earplugs, standing in front of the independent shooting platform, a black shooting suit lined with her skin as white as snow, hair tied into a ponytail hanging behind her head, cold and valiant temperament such as cold plums in winter.

It seems that only when standing on the shooting range, the diffidence on Li Beauty will disappear.

She looked down at the civilian pistol on the table, took the handle and weighed it, no matter the weight or the feel of it and the manufacturing under the banner of the third brother can not be compared.

Li Beauty took the magazine, skilfully assembled it, and in the next second straightened her arm and fired three shots at the target in front of her.

Two shots with ten rings, one shot with eight rings.

For this achievement, Li Beauty narrowed her eyes slightly dissatisfied.

She moved her wrist and once again fired several shots towards the centre of the target.

The tremendous impulse of the bullets flying out of the magazine, accompanied by the popping sound that cut through the air, resounded almost uninterruptedly in the private shooting gallery.

In less than an hour, Lai Pretty shot a hundred rounds of bullets until her tiger's mouth went numb, before she dropped the pistol with an expressionless face, holding the shooting platform with one hand, rubbing her head, her voice deep and hoarse: "No more shooting ......"

Ri Cheng was always sitting on the lounge chair behind her, his slender legs stretched out flat, his folded ankles wobbling a bit from time to time.

Hearing Lai Pretty open her mouth, he glanced at the recorder, licked his teeth, and smiled like a smile, "You hit twenty-three eight-ringers, this score placed at the border is enough for you to die a hundred times."

Li Cheng knew his sister very well, such a shooting result tonight could only mean one thing, her heart was not still.

At this moment, Lai Pretty rubbed her small arm and turned to look at Lai Cheng, a slight bloodshot look under her eyes, "Lai San, do you know Shang Shao Yan?"

She opened the door and inquired, the light in the deer's eyes seemed to be shrouded in gloom, not a trace of anger could be seen.

"Shang Shaoyan?" Li Cheng retracted his long legs, leaning slightly with his arm propped up on his knee, "The one from Diffractive Emperor Group?"

Lai Pretty walked in front of him, picked up the energy water on the table and drank a sharp gulp, raising an eyebrow in response, "Yes, do you know him?"