Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

"But." She changed her words and was about to narrow her eyes and say that 'certain people' were afraid that they would be able to contact Mr. Auburn faster than them.

But while she was on the phone with Master Cheng, the door of the box opened.

Three people came in from outside.

One is Ye Wangchuan. Next to Ye Wangchuan is an old man with white hair. The old man looks particularly energetic in a modified Tang suit.

Behind him was a person dressed as an assistant.

Three people came in.

Both parties were a little surprised.

Qiao Nian was surprised that a gray-haired old man came in, while Auburn and the others were surprised that there was a young girl in the box.

"But what?"

"Nian Nian, why didn't you say anything?"

"By the way, let me tell you about Mr. Auburn's characteristics? Or I can send you a photo. Otherwise, it will be difficult for you to check."

Master Cheng didn't know what was going on here and was still talking to Qiao Nian on the other end of the phone.

Qiao Nian regained consciousness for a moment, then lowered her eyes and whispered to him, "No need."

She saw herself.

Master Cheng still didn't understand what she meant: "No need for what? No need to mention characteristics or no photos? Where are you? How about I go over and find you?"

Hearing his impatient tone, and seeing Ye Wangchuan starting to arrange the seats, Qiao Nian could only rub her temples, and said to Master Cheng with a confused look, "I'll talk to you when I get back."

**

Same place, different boxes.

Nie Qingru felt like he was in a world of ice and fire.

All the dishes she had carefully prepared were served, and the table was filled with a dazzling array of items. However, Daisy seemed very picky and hardly touched her kuai. She also bluntly stated that the food was not to her liking and was too bland for her. Her usual favorite flavor.

What she said made Nie Qingru furious, but she still had to sit with her with a smile on her face and listen to her ridiculous words about newborn calves not being afraid of tigers.

This wasn't the thing that pissed her off the most.

What made her most angry was that this Daisy was not only picky about the taste of food, but also said heartbreaking words from time to time.

For example, we are almost done eating now.

Daisy's bright eyes turned to look at Nie Qixing, who was sitting next to her and didn't speak much. She suddenly pointed at the blindfold on his face and asked curiously: "Uncle Nie, is this... performance art?"

Nie Qixing's whole body froze, and the place where she touched her finger stung like a burning fire, almost making his soul tremble. strong sacrifice reading sacrifice

Daisy, who was curious, was not done yet, and explained with a smile: "I think this kind of dress is very popular in Ozhou. What is it called? Rock style!" At this time, Zhang Si

"Street artists like to perform these things, which is called performance art."

"Are you imitating this style?" She was curious and even wanted to reach out and touch the blindfold on Nie Qixing's face.

This made Nie Qingru, who had endured it for two whole hours, with a face as cold as stars. She slapped the knife and fork on the table with a 'pop' sound, suddenly interrupting Daisy's movements.

Daisy was startled, and subconsciously turned her head to look at her, with confusion on her face.

The muscles on Nie Qingru's cheeks were trembling, but she still forced herself to make a curve that made the corners of her lips stiff, and said coldly: "His eyes were hurt a little."

However, it did not specify the extent of the injury or why he needed to wear an eye patch to protect his eyes. Zhi Da Zhi Xiao

Daisy didn't know whether she was really innocent or fake. She took an exaggerated breath and immediately looked at Nie Qixing with sympathy in her eyes: "So this is not performance art?"