Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

"What happened this time..." Qiao Nian rarely explained why he wanted to do it and why he didn't do it. At this moment, she was extremely patient. She looked at Ye Wangchuan on the hospital bed with dark eyes, a flash of guilt flashed across her face, her lips straightened, unable to explain anything, and she said in a deep voice: "I'm sorry."

Ye Wangchuan is very aware of her friendship with Jian Jin and Lu Zhi who grew up together. He also knows that Qiao Nian cannot touch Lu Zhi not because of Lu Zhi himself, but most likely because of Jian Jin...

He estimated that Lu Zhi would never have another chance after this time. Compared with what Lu Zhi had lost inadvertently, the slight injury to his shoulder seemed less difficult to accept.

But it was impossible for him to say it.

So Ye Wangchuan raised the corners of his lips and was in a good mood: "If you really feel you owe me, take the time to come out and attend an engagement party with me."

"Huh?" Qiao Nian asked without knowing what was going on: "What kind of engagement party?"

Ye Wangchuan raised his eyelids slightly and said: "Bo Zheng from the Bo family. He is getting engaged to a reporter, and the date has been set. I sent an invitation to the old man at home, but he won't go, so let me go."

"You know that this kind of banquet requires a female companion. Can God Qiao give me a favor?" He smiled faintly.

Qiao Nian clearly knew that he was probably taking advantage of her guilt and deliberately asked her to go back, but her words still turned into: "Okay. Just tell me the date and I will make time in advance."

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Three days later.

Ye Wangchuan moved from the hospital to the Red League headquarters to stay.

Qiao Nian also took the time to call Moxi and asked him to let him go.

In the manor.

After receiving the order, Moxi returned to the living room and said to Nie Qingru, who had been waiting impatiently and did not dare to provoke Qiao Nian, "Queen, you can leave."

Nie Qingru raised her head suddenly, her eyes like daggers: "Where is she? Why don't you come and see me off?"

Moxi raised his eyebrows: "Who are you talking about?"

"...You're not asking Miss Qiao, are you?" He had a half-smile expression on his face.

Nie Qingru's expression suddenly changed. She stood up, pulled her shawl, looked at her coldly, and said, "I'm leaving the illegal zone tomorrow, and you ask her to see me off."

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Moxi listened to her request as a matter of course and refused bluntly: "I can't contact Miss Qiao. How about you contact her yourself, Queen?"

Nie Qingru reached the top of the stairs and stopped again. She turned around and looked back at him, her eyes filled with resentment as if she wanted to devour him.

Moxi just pretended not to see it and called to his men: "Brothers, let's go."

Others had long been dissatisfied with Nie Qingru's behavior, so they packed their things and passed her by as if she were passing by.

"Let's go."

"Go back and take a shower. "

"I've had enough of this damn place."

Nie Qingru watched them pass by him one by one, chatting and talking as if there was no one else around, the corners of their mouths pulled down, and their expressions became even more gloomy and scary.

But neither the people in the bunker nor Moxi seemed to notice her embarrassment, and had already discussed having a dinner together for hot pot.

Nie Qingru felt like her breath was stuck in her throat and she couldn't let it out, and her chest was so tight that she simply threw her hands away and didn't look back.

From the corner of his eye, Moxi saw her walking up, kicking the strong man on the knee who was still talking to him about having dinner together in the evening, and scolded with a smile: "Okay, everyone is going up. Stop acting and get ready to leave."

"good."

Nie Qingru didn't see that as soon as she went up, the group of rogue and bandit-like strong men below immediately stopped the playful smiles on their faces, packed up the things they brought in an orderly manner, and prepared to evacuate.