Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

No one spoke, but they all thought so in their hearts.

The plane arrived on time.

As soon as Qiao Nian got off the plane, Gu San reminded her dutifully: "Miss Qiao, don't forget to call Master Wan."

"..."

Qiao Nian took a nap on the plane and just woke up. She still had her earphones plugged in, but she didn't like listening to music when sleeping, so she didn't turn on the sound, and happened to hear Gu San talking.

She took off one of her earphones with dry eyes, pulled out someone's phone number, paused, then raised her head, her eyes dark and bottomless, and asked, "Can't you send a message?"

Sending a message to report safety seems to be enough.

Gu San looked at her nose and pretended that she didn't understand, and whispered: "Miss Qiao, didn't you promise to call Mr. Wan back and send a message... It's not that good, right?"

"Forget it." Qiao Nian didn't know if it was really bad to send a message. He rubbed his eyebrows and said, "I'll make a call."

Once the call was dialed, it only rang two or three times before being connected within seconds.

"Hello."

The man's voice was low and sultry, and he had a strong sense of presence even when he was not around him: "Are you in Beijing?"

Qiao Nian followed the crowd and put one hand in his pocket as he walked out. It was cool: "Well, I just got off the plane and am ready to go out."

The man on the other end of the phone chuckled lightly, and his low-mellow voice was like plucked strings, lazily, but with an indescribable nobility: "The weather in Beijing is colder than in the surrounding city, be careful not to catch a cold... "

Qiao Nian raised her head and found that the people passing by were all wearing cotton-padded coats, and it looked much colder than the surrounding city. She lowered her eyes, suppressed the warmth flashing in her eyes, and whispered: "I know, I'm in front of you." I’ve only been to Beijing for a few days.”

She had just been here when Wei Lou asked her to come over to see his grandfather, and it didn't take long.

However, compared to half a month ago, the temperature in Beijing seemed to have dropped a few degrees. When Qiao Nian passed the vending machine, she almost stopped to buy a bottle of hot coffee, but seeing Gu San walking in front, she pursed her lips and said nothing. If you want to buy it, follow Gu San out.

"...I almost forgot that you were here before."

While she was distracted, a man's voice came from the earphones, as if he was deliberately teasing her. His voice was low: "I asked Bao Jingxing to pick you up at the airport. He should be outside. You will see him later." .Luo Qing is also there, and there are also some people from the Ninth Institute who you may not know... Gu San is here, so just follow him."

Qiao Nian heard the inexplicable itching in her cochlea, frowned, raised the end of her eyes, looked ahead, and saw Luo Qing and others not far away.

Luo Qing, Bo Jingxing... and some new faces she had never seen before, about seven or eight people.

She slowly looked away and said in a casual and arrogant tone, "Oh, I've already seen it."

*

On the other side, Luo Qing also saw girls coming out of the terminal.

Not seen for a few days.

The girl is still dressed very cool, but the sweater she wore before was replaced by a white hoodie. She still wears a peaked cap on her head, hiding all her hair inside, and plugs headphones in her ears, as if she is talking to someone on the phone. He is careless and lazy, and the evil sycophancy in his heart can hardly be concealed!

He pointed in the direction of Qiao Nian, turned around and said to Bo Jingxing, who had been replying to the message: "Master Bo, it's Miss Qiao and the others. They are coming out."

Out?

Everyone in the Ninth Institute couldn't help but look expectantly in the direction he said——

Gu San and the others knew each other.

Mr. Wan's right-hand man always follows Mr. Wan every step of the way.

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