Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Qiao Nian put her legs on the table. Her straight calves were smooth and well-proportioned. She held the phone in her lazy hands and pressed her fingers on the keyboard to reply to messages.

[QN: Wait for me ten minutes. ]

After replying to Ye Wangchuan's message, Qiao Nian didn't waste any time. He put down his legs and raised his eyes to see the laptop placed there.

Hesitate for a moment and open it.

The laptop had not been turned off or used all night. She turned on the screen and the page was still on yesterday's Weibo homepage.

Qiao Nian refreshed the page, and a 99+ Aite reminder popped up, as well as a 99+ comment reminder.

She half-squinted her eyes, her black pupils were so beautiful, she didn't click on any of them, she just pulled the mouse down to look at the Weibo post she forwarded below.

Weibo is still there.

After a day and night of fermentation in the heat.

It now shows that the number of retweets has exceeded 100,000, and the comments have more than doubled the number of retweets.

Qiao Nian scanned the hot search list and found that the hot search list was also very exciting. There were many hot search topics about Jiang Li's fight.

More people condemned Xue Ziang.

She closed her laptop, tapped it and stopped reading. She turned and walked to the bathroom...

After not sleeping all night, the nerves in the back of Qiao Nian's head were tense and her temples were beating constantly. She turned on the nozzle and set the water temperature to very low.

The warm cold water washed down her head, and she finally became more conscious.

In less than ten minutes, she turned off the water from the nozzle, picked up the bathrobe on the side and put it on. She didn't care that her hair was wet and stuck to her shoulders. She walked to the door and opened it.

Sure enough, there was a man standing outside the door. Qiao Nian lowered her eyelashes and casually made way for him and walked inside.

"come in."

"..." Ye Wangchuan didn't expect that she had just finished taking a shower and suddenly saw a girl with her hair down and a bathrobe coming out to open the door for him. He was startled for a second, but he soon came to his senses and walked in. Close the door smoothly.

When he came in, he saw paper balls scattered on the floor, and a piece of 4A paper placed on the desk. A black water-based pen was pressed on the paper, and the pen cap was not closed...

He raised his eyebrows and leaned against the desk, his posture upright and slender, his eyes deep and noble: "You didn't sleep last night?"

"Roughly the same."

Qiao Nian ignored him and walked to the refrigerator to get a bottle of water. He unscrewed the lid and took a sip. He then walked back and put the lidded water on the table. He slightly raised his cold chin and spoke to him. He said, "I have written Master Cheng's prescription and put it there. You can bring it to Bo Jingxing when the time comes."

She didn't say anything, but Ye Wangchuan also saw the contents on the 4A paper.

Qiao Nian's handwriting was wild and wild, but he wrote it very carefully. In addition to the dosage of medicinal materials, he also wrote the dosage adjustments at each stage.

It can be seen that she took all aspects of Master Cheng into consideration when writing the prescription.

Ye Wangchuan walked over, picked up the towel she threw on the chair, and suddenly said: "Come here, I will help you wipe your hair."

Qiao Niangang put down the water, looked at him in surprise when he heard this, paused, and subconsciously refused: "No, I myself..."

Before she finished speaking, the man pushed her down on the sofa forcefully, with a magnetic voice and said in a low and hoarse voice: "It's hard for you, I'll do it."

As he spoke, he ran his fingers through the ends of her hair, wiping the water droplets from Qiao Nian's hair with a seemingly skillful technique.

Qiao Nian: "..."

His movements were gentle and slow, without any overstepping. He would help her sort out the broken hair when running his fingers through the ends of her hair. Qiao Nian's back was straightened at first, somewhat resisting this behavior, but she soon relaxed and half-squinted her eyes. Eyes, a little sleepy.

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