Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

She put down her pen casually, got up and went to the washbasin to rinse her face with cold water.

The chaotic mind finally became clearer under the stimulation of cold water, and it was finally not filled with all kinds of calculation formulas.

Qiao Nian rubbed the numb nerves on her face, looked up at the girl with bloodshot eyes in the mirror, turned off the faucet, wiped her hands and walked out.

Just at this moment, her fully charged mobile phone lit up.

Qiao Nian walked to the desk, picked up her phone, and glanced at it.

It was actually a WeChat message from Ye Wangchuan.

They seem to live together, right? Do you need to send a WeChat message?

She raised her eyebrows and clicked on the message.

[Y: Master Cheng is waiting for you downstairs. Do you have time to come down and meet? 】

Become a master?

Qiao Nian was a little surprised. From the corner of his eye, he looked at the experiments left by Ji Qing on his laptop and rubbed his forehead.

It doesn't look like it will be that easy to conquer here for a while.

She simply turned off the computer, changed her clothes, got up and walked downstairs.

**

in the living room.

Master Cheng brought his assistant over and was sitting on the sofa, waiting cautiously for Qiao Nian to come down.

Gu San poured them two cups of tea and brought them out, placing one cup in front of Master Cheng and one cup in front of his assistant. He smiled and said to Master Cheng, "This is this year's new tea. Please try it."

Master Cheng thanked him and took a casual sip of tea. He was still thinking about Qiao Nian and praised him a little absently.

People of their age and status have long lost much interest in food and drink, and they don't care about it. He is more concerned about when Qiao Nian can come down.

Master Cheng's assistant is younger and one of his apprentices.

Not long ago, he was selected by Master Cheng from among the nine schools. His personal ability is not bad, and he is a returnee from overseas. He has been trained by his family since he was a child to be excellent in all aspects, and he is also quite arrogant in his bones.

He completely respected and believed in Master Cheng, so he was very dissatisfied with the delay in coming down from the people his teacher brought him to see.

After taking a sip of tea, he couldn't sit still and asked Gu San impatiently: "Isn't that person down yet?"

As soon as he said this, everyone in the living room looked at him.

Ye Wangchuan and Qin Si looked like they were smiling, but they didn't say anything.

Master Cheng was a little embarrassed and didn't know what to say to him.

Gu San looked up, frowned, and said with a smile: "Miss Qiao is still busy, Master Wan has already told her. She will definitely come down when she sees the news, please wait a little longer."

After all, the other party was brought by Master Cheng. Although Gu San didn't like his tone, he still advanced and retreated in a measured and considerate manner.

It's just that everyone is smart, and everyone can tell that Gu San is a little unhappy.

The man's earlobes felt warm. He felt embarrassed and a little humiliated by Gu San's attitude. He pursed his lips and said, "Teacher also took the time to come over..."

Halfway through his words, he complained that "who is not busy, why should we wait?"

Master Cheng immediately called him in a deep voice: "Yu Wenhao."

Ye Wangchuan glanced at him sideways again, and called Master Cheng with a half-smile, "Forget it, it's normal for young people to have a temper."

Yu Wenhao has not been in the Ninth Institute for a long time. Ye Wangchuan has basically stayed with Qiao Nian in Independence Continent in the past year and rarely returns to the capital.

Few of the new people in the Nine Institutes had seen him.

Yu Wenhao only regarded him as one of the young men in the capital who were eating, drinking and having fun.

Ye Wangchuan obviously helped him speak, but he didn't appreciate it very much. He lowered the corners of his mouth and looked away with an unconvinced look on his face, wishing he could breathe out from his nostrils.