Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Jiang Xianrou was in a bad mood again. He squinted his eyes and turned off his phone and put it aside with a solemn and irritable expression.

Jiang Li stopped talking.

Jiang Li has always had a good relationship with Qiao Nian. Ever since she had a fight with Qiao Nian, Jiang Li has never been on her side.

She could still accept it if Jiang Li didn't send her a text message to ask.

What Jiang Xianrou couldn't accept this time was that Jiang Yao didn't even ask her if she got there smoothly.

In the past, no matter how busy Jiang Yao was, he would always find time to care about her.

This time Jiang Yao didn't even ask.

Jiang Xianrou couldn't describe her mood at the moment. She always felt that Jiang Yao's attitude towards her had become cold, at least he didn't care about her as much as before.

She picked up her phone, originally wanting to send a message to Jiang Yao to ask if he was busy.

The message has been edited.

She suddenly deleted all the edited messages as if she was angry, put a cold face on her face, and put her phone away expressionlessly, clenching her fingers, her eyes cold and cold, filled with ambition that could not be hidden... …

never mind.

The misunderstanding that the eldest brother has about her at the moment can be gradually resolved later.

The most important thing for her now is not these little things, but to successfully enter the core library of the Pharmacy Association and find the formula for the small pills.

As long as she finds that formula, she believes that everything in front of her is only temporary!

*

evening.

Inside a five-star hotel in the center of the city.

After Qiao Nian arrived at the hotel, she took a shower first.

She didn't use a hair dryer to dry her hair when she came out. Her black hair was still wet on her shoulders. Qiao Nian didn't care. She walked out with her legs raised, opened the zipper of her shoulder bag with one hand, and took out a laptop from the inside. There is also a small box.

The box is square in shape, about the size of a palm.

The box is made of velvet fabric on the outside, black, and has a simple-shaped brass lock on the front, which looks very exquisite.

Qiao Nian narrowed her eyes, played with the brocade box in her hand, then put the box aside, pulled out the stool in the living room, put the laptop on her lap, sat down cross-legged, looked carefree, and turned on the computer. .

The laptop she uses is lightweight and doesn't feel tiring to rest on her lap.

Qiao Nian first turned on the computer, then picked up the brocade box placed next to the table and looked carefully at the lock on the box.

The lock seems to be an ancient mechanism lock. This kind of lock is extremely complicated to make, and is much more complicated and delicate than the craftsmanship of many modern electronic locks.

Generally this kind of lock cannot be opened without a key.

Qiao Nian weighed the box in her hand and shook it, and she could hear the sound of the contents inside.

A clanging sound.

She estimated that it contained something like an iron piece.

Qiao Nian weighed the box in his hand twice. It was not heavy.

She narrowed her eyes slightly and stared at the thing in her hand for a long time. She pursed her lips and put the laptop on her lap on the table. Then she stood up and found an ashtray on the hotel coffee table.

Ashtrays in five-star hotels are basically made of marble, which is more about quality.

The fist-sized ashtray is about the same size as a box.

Qiao Nian's eyes were cold and dry, and he raised the ends of his eyes. Without any extra movement, he put the box on the table and picked up the ashtray.

Snapped!

After a sound.

The palm-sized box was destroyed by an external force, and a black object fell to the ground.

Qiao Nian threw the ashtray on the coffee table in a sassy manner, bent down to pick up the things on the ground, wiped them clean and looked at them.