Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

"..." Bao Jingxing pushed up his glasses again to wait for her next step.

Sure enough, Qiao Nian frowned, her beautiful and eye-catching face clear, she sat up straight and put her hands on the dining table: "But if that day comes, I will take responsibility."

Continent F has the strongest military force, and it is also the most convenient for her to do things there.

However, Continent F is not good at research on chips and semiconductors, and it does not have these resources.

In this regard, apart from continent M, only illegal zones can meet the conditions.

The illegal area is not large, unlike F continent, which is vast and rich in resources, where mining and gemstones can be mined, and one can live a rough and free life.

The illegal zone prefers to develop high-end technology due to geographical reasons. Only technology can obtain enough attractive wealth without the need for vast land.

Qiao Nian guessed that Bo Jingxing brought this up to her because he wanted her to help connect Jiuzhao in the illegal zone.

She was not angry: "I will help facilitate the cooperation between the Ninth Institute and the illegal zone. Of course, you need to negotiate the specific conditions yourself."

Bao Jingxing picked up the water glass and covered his lips with a smile, his eyes bright and clear: "Thank you."

Qiao Nian was not angry, but she also felt that she was not the same person as him. After nodding slightly, he stood up and prepared to leave the table: "You can contact me then."

Bo Jingxing had long expected that this would lead to such a result, so he didn't feel uncomfortable. He watched the girl get up and leave the restaurant, took off his glasses and rubbed his brows.

He didn't want to mention this, just as the responsible person of the Ninth Institute. He needs to ask clearly to know what to do next.

But Bo Jingxing is not worried about Ye Wangchuan finding out.

Because he knew that Qiao Nian was not the type to gossip behind his back, it was likely that only the two of them would know about the conversation just now.

**

in the kitchen.

Ye Wangchuan had just cooked the hangover soup and brought it out when he saw Qiao Nian running into the living room.

He walked over with the steaming porcelain bowl, put it on the table, squatted down and asked softly: "Why are you here? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Qiao Nian rarely drank alcohol, and Guan Yan drank a lot tonight. She felt uncomfortable in her stomach, but she shook her head, looking a little tired: "It's okay."

Ye Wangchuan reached out and touched the girl's forehead. His hand felt cold. He frowned and handed over the warm hangover soup: "Sit up and drink something hot first."

Qiao Nian was helped up by him and took a sip of the hangover soup he fed to her mouth. The spicy hangover candy rolled down her throat and into her stomach, slightly relieving the cramping feeling in her stomach.

Qiao Nian felt a little more comfortable and her brows relaxed a little.

Ye Wangchuan supported her with one hand and fed her water with the other. His movements were delicate and gentle, and he could not express his tenderness: "You are the only one who allows me to serve you like this."

His tone was half joking and half teasing.

However, Qiao Nian was already a little drunk and had little energy, so it was hard to hear clearly what he was saying.

Ye Wangchuan looked at her cute way of lazily leaning on him and drinking the hangover soup, and his thin lips curled up again: "I'll take you back to your room to sleep later."

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"Hmm." Qiao Nian half-closed his eyes as if he heard it, and Hanhu responded.

Ye Wangchuan waited for her to drink more than half of the bowl. He didn't want to drink anymore, so he put the remaining half bowl of hangover soup on the table and helped her back to the room.

…

In Qiao Nian's room on the second floor.

He put the person back on the bed, tucked in the quilt, got up and went to the bathroom, rinsed a towel with cold water, wrung it out, took it out and wiped the girl's face.

Qiao Nian was not particularly drunk. She could feel the cold touch on her face, which was quite comfortable and cooled down her hot skin.

Her delicate white chin was slightly raised, she reached out to grab the wrist of the person who was wiping her face, and said in a hoarse voice, "Ye Wangchuan?"