Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

If Guan Yan wants to break up with Qin Si and is in a bad mood and needs her to drink with him, she will stay with him until dawn. thiophene

Otherwise, she supports her friends in whatever they decide to do.

It doesn't matter whether it's right or wrong.

As the person who knew her best, Ye Wangchuan knew what she meant even if Qiao Nian didn't say anything, so he didn't continue on this topic.

Instead, he took off his coat and put it on her body, and raised his hand to help her open the car window to let the wind from outside blow in. The air in the car became much smoother.

He saw the girl loosen her frown, raise the corners of her lips, and speak in a low voice that penetrated her ear bones: "What time will you leave tomorrow?"

Qiao Nian raised her hand and pinched the stiff neck: "Didn't you tell Aunt Lan about the afternoon? Three or five o'clock in the afternoon is fine."

Anyway, it takes more than ten hours to fly from Beijing to Independent Island, and it will be the next morning before they arrive. thiophene

Ye Wangchuan looked at his watch: "Three o'clock then."

"Okay." Qiao Nian had no objection.

He raised his eyes and said to Qiao Nian: "I'm going to Qingdao University in the morning."

Why is he going to Qingdao University?

Qiao Nian didn't ask any more questions. She just happened to have arrangements: "I also want to go find Master Cheng."

Master Cheng sent her another email just now while eating, which contained detailed records of several physical experiment data.

There was a slight deviation in one of the data. Master Cheng was asking her about the prototype of the notes on the USB flash drive. thiophene

This kind of experimental problem cannot be communicated online.

So she will go to the Ninth Institute tomorrow morning and do another physical experiment with Master Cheng to see if there is a problem with the experimental operation or if there is indeed a small error in the data given in Ji Qing's notes.

Ye Wangchuan smiled, his eyebrows and eyes as picturesque as gentleness itself: "Then I'll pick you up at noon tomorrow."

Qiao Nian originally wanted to say no, but thinking about Ye Lan and Mr. Ye waiting for her to eat, she didn't hesitate: "I'll send you a message when I'm done."

Qiao Nian thought the topic ended here.

It happened that Nie Mi was almost tired and his phone stopped vibrating.

She lowered her head and was about to see what Nie Mi said about her. thiophene

A slender hand snatched away the phone. Qiao Nian raised her eyes and met a pair of deep eyes. The man still looked arrogant and solemn, but he could not stop the romantic spirit in his bones. He looked at her and said: "Qiao Nian Is the mobile phone so fun? How about...you play with me?"

"Cough!" Qiao Nian choked, and put a curved fist on her lips to cover up her reaction to being teased, and also turned her head.

The moment she tilted her head, the hollow of her neck was sprayed with shallow breaths. The next second, a gentle kiss fell on the hollow of her neck. It was soft and moist, and left as soon as she touched it.

Qiao Nian's neck felt like an electric shock, and all the muscles in his body were tense.

Before she could react, a hand was wrapped around her waist and pulled her into his arms.

Then Qiao Nian felt the man's slender body close to hers, his chin touching the crook of her neck, rubbing it slightly, with a very doting force.

"When will God Qiao give me a title?"

"..."

Ye Wangchuan's breath was hot, he just held the girl's waist, put his chin on the top of her head, lowered his head and pecked her hair lightly, and played with her hair: "There are people who want me, but I don't have a formal name." point."

These words conveyed every trace of grievance.

Gu San thought he was just a 'ruthless driving tool' in front of him. The ruthless driving tool must not be able to hear that Mr. Wan was tricking Miss Qiao!

Qiao Nian was surrounded by his mellow aura and gradually adapted to it. She was too lazy to nest in his arms, and her eyebrows were frivolous: "Isn't it your duty to give me a status?"