Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Zhang Yang has been infiltrating the circle for many years and has become a human being today. How can he not have some tricks?

So when he heard Li Mo change the meaning of his words in an inadvertent tone, his attitude towards her immediately dropped, and he said in a cold tone that didn't even want to maintain the surface decency: "Miss Li, don't worry about who others are, just remember Just don’t allow names that match that ID in the group.”

Li Mo picked her nails. She didn't expect his speech to be so straightforward and unpleasant. After being embarrassed, she didn't want to offend Zhang Yang, so she could only say: "I know. I'll go back and change it later."

Zhang Yang lost his mind about talking to her: "I still have something to do, so I won't talk to Miss Li. Goodbye."

Li Mo's cheek muscles twitched, and she held back her words, barely maintaining a polite attitude: "88."

Zhang Yang simply hung up the phone.

"Dudu..." Li Mo heard the dudu voice coming from the mobile phone, put the phone away with a gloomy look on her face, and put her bag on her knees.

[In view of the general environment,

"Ms. Li, are you ready to go?" The driver in front asked softly through the rearview mirror after seeing her finish the phone call.

Li Mo suppressed the gloom in her eyes and pursed her lips slightly: "Okay."

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The next day.

Qiao Nian didn't get up until 12 noon.

When she went downstairs, she saw Gu San preparing lunch and placing it on the dining table, waiting for her to eat together.

The man wearing white home clothes is sitting on the sofa in the living room and reading the latest financial magazines. Cotton and linen casual pants are put on him to outline his long legs. The simple home casual clothes he wears are like the president in the TV series who gets up early in the morning. visual sense.

Even a ray of sunshine shining through the window caressed him, falling gently on the tips of his hair, like adding another stroke of rich ink color to the painting.

Qiao Nian has always appreciated beautiful things, otherwise he wouldn't be a designer.

So when she came down from the spiral staircase and saw the scene below, she naturally slowed down and whistled loudly.

"Hugh~"

Quite a gangster.

Among the gangsters, there is a bit of a free and easy attitude.

The noise she made alerted the two people below. Gu San and Ye Wangchuan looked up at the same time and saw the girl coming down with her hands in her pockets.

In particular, Ye Wangchuan happened to bump into her bright and deep eyes. He was startled for a moment, then raised his eyebrows and greeted Qiao Nian meaningfully: "Good morning."

Qiao Nian had already walked down: "Morning."

She opened the refrigerator door to get out the ice water inside, when someone reminded her: "Gu San made chicken soup for you and simmered it in the kitchen."

Qiao Nian held a bottle of mineral water and was about to unscrew the cap: "I'll drink it later."

Ye Wangchuan took time to look at her with deep eyes: "You drank ice. If you drink hot, your stomach will hurt."

Qiao Nian had already unscrewed the bottle cap and said disapprovingly: "Oh, I'll drink the soup later."

After saying that, she raised her head and drank a few sips of water to relieve the heat she had just woken up from.

After drinking half a bottle of ice water, Qiao Nian felt much better. She walked over with a bottle of mineral water and sat down on the sofa, leaning on one leg. She thought about it and looked at the man: "Didn't Chenchen say he would be here in the morning?"

Ye Wangchuan turned a page of the magazine, closed it, put it back on the coffee table, and said in a natural voice: "He has to go to school."

"Hmm." Qiao Nian thought about it being Thursday and nodded naturally without taking it seriously.

It is normal for students to go to school on Thursdays.

Only Gu San heard this and glanced secretly in the direction of his Mr. Wang, feeling deeply that Mr. Wang was a bitch!

Ye Qichen, as the little bully in Beijing, skipped classes since he was three years old, and later even stopped going to school.