Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Qiao Nian looked at the incoming calls flashing on her phone, lowered her eyelids, and hung up on him very ruthlessly.

Qin Si's character is not the kind of person who gives up easily. He didn't get through once and immediately called again.

Qiao Nian pressed her down ruthlessly again.

After pressing it off.

Qin Si’s WeChat message was sent over.

[Sister Qiao, the signal over there is not good? Just got out of the airport? 】

Qiao Nian bent her legs, standing in an awkward posture, and casually lowered her eyelashes to read his message. Before she could reply, she heard Chen Zhu's dry voice.

She raised her eyelids, and her black pupils saw the face of the woman who was tampering with the USB flash drive projected on the projector operated by Liao Xu.

He raised his eyebrows, feeling very dry.

He didn't seem surprised, but he didn't care either.

She glanced at it and lowered her head again, her eyes falling on the phone screen, and her white fingertips pressed on the keyboard.

[QN: No, it’s not convenient to pick up. 】

Qin Si's reply message kept flying quickly, and sure enough, the message came the next second.

【? ? ? ? 】

A series of question marks seemed to say, you hung up on me even if the signal was not bad.

Qiao Nian narrowed her eyes and looked back at him.

[QN: Something happened. 】

[Christmas is coming soon. Do you want to spend the holiday with your brothers in Beijing? If you come, I'll call Zhang Yang and the others, and we can all play together and have some fun. 】

Christmas?

Qiao Nian was inexplicably cued to these three words, and was distracted for a moment, remembering that someone had made an appointment with her in advance and said that he would treat her to dinner that day.

When he came back to his senses, he simply refused Qin Si's invitation.

[QN: No, I have an appointment. 】

She had just finished replying to Qin Si's message when Ye Lan sent another message. Like Qin Si's, it was about inviting her to dinner.

[Nian Nian, I heard from my brat that you came to Beijing for the holidays. Do you have time to have a meal together? 】

Her reply to Qin Si's message was quite casual, but her message to Ye Lan was much more polite and she declined Ye Lan's invitation.

Ye Lan didn't say anything, just asked her to be busy, and expressed regret that she would make an appointment next time.

In addition to Ye Lan, Shen Qingqing also sent her a message. Qiao Nian clicked on it and looked at it. She originally thought it was something about the class or a problem.

The result has something to do with Qiao Ai.

Shen Qingqing said that during the more than half a month she was on leave, Qiao Ai was enjoying herself, as if she had been accepted as a disciple by an internationally renowned piano master, and she was suddenly in the limelight.

Qiao Nian was not interested in this. He glanced at it and put away his phone. He said to the man who was still dealing with the traitor's matter: "You guys take your time and I'll give Master Cheng acupuncture."

Ye Wangchuan caught a glimpse of her leaving and called her warmly: "Wait a moment."

Qiao Nian was impatient to participate in such a thing, but she stopped, frowned, and watched him walk back to his seat in the conference room.

Get a bag from there.

Ye Wangchuan took out a red scarf from the bag, walked up to her, lowered his head slightly, and naturally wrapped the scarf around the girl's body, wrapping the girl's porcelain-white face tightly before he took a step back. With a smile in his eyes, he said: "It's cold outside, don't catch a cold."

Several pairs of eyes fell on her. Qiao Nian didn't say a word. She pulled the scarf around her neck with her delicate white hands, pursed her lips, and said in a cold voice, "Let's go."

"Go ahead, I'll come find you later." Ye Wangchuan caught a glimpse of her and smiled, but his expression was too flirtatious.

Wait until Qiao Nian leaves.

He lazily turned around, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his whole body exuded a noble aura, just like a noble master. He casually turned the Buddha beads on his wrist, but there was a frightening feeling at the end of his eyes. A touch of red.

"Go and call Zhou Wei over."

A simple sentence carries a huge weight.

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