Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Ye Wangchuan's fingertips brushed away a stray hair that had fallen from her brow, and gently pushed it behind her ears, breathing slowly: "I didn't know it was you at that time."

"If I had known that we had met before, I would have come to see you face to face."

Qiao Nian's earlobe was lightly touched by his fingertips, and it felt like an electric shock. She narrowed her eyes and grasped the key point: "In other words, you cheated me of tens of millions five years ago?"

Later she asked him to buy rare earths.

He cheated her again for nearly nine figures.

"Tsk!" Qiao Nian looked him up and down with frivolous eyebrows: "No wonder Guan Yan always said to stay away from men, there are no good ones."

She also pushed the person away a little and leaned to the side, preparing to close her eyes and rest.

Ye Wangchuan looked at the girl's speechless look. Knowing that Qiao Nian was joking with him, he still picked up his phone and transferred nine digits to Qiao Nian's account.

At the same time, Mo Dong finished the handover work with the auction house staff and called him to report on the horse head.

Ye Wangchuan looked up and saw the girl turned her peaked cap to cover her face and fell asleep there, so he cut off the phone and sent Mo Dong a WeChat message.

[y: WeChat said. ]

[y: I'm not convenient right now. ]

[y: Type, don’t speak. ]

Mo Dong, who was far away in F Continent and had not yet left the auction house, saw the WeChat messages coming one after another on his mobile phone. He touched his earlobe and showed a confused expression on his scarred face. He turned around and asked the subordinates who followed him.

"When did you say it would be inconvenient to answer the phone and listen to voice messages?"

The subordinates were also confused by the question.

She looked at him in astonishment: "Brother Dong, who can't answer the phone?"

Mo Dong glanced at him sideways.

The subordinate shut up, thought carefully, and said to him, "Could it be that my wife is around? Generally speaking, it is inconvenient for a man to answer the phone only when his wife is around."

Mo Dong touched his chin and thought: "...I see."

Miss Qiao is next to Master Wan?

As Mo Dong got into the car, he kept editing messages to report to him about the horse head. Finally, he asked cautiously: Mr. Wang, is Miss Qiao next to you?

The driver sat in front and watched him finish sending the message, and asked through the rearview mirror: "Brother Dong, shall we go back to the base camp?"

Mo Dong was about to speak.

The phone suddenly vibrated.

He lowered his head to look at his phone first. When he saw clearly the message that Ye Wangchuan had returned on his phone, Mo Dong couldn't help but make a sound.

"Brother Dong?"

Mo Dong was completely trapped in his own world. He didn't even hear the driver outside calling him. His eyes were fixed on the WeChat interface sent by Ye Wangchuan's avatar on his phone.

[y: She fell asleep. ]

Mo Dong read it three times, rubbed his eyes to make sure he saw it correctly, then quickly looked at the time in the upper right corner and calculated the time difference between Xiajing City and here.

Calculated, it was still broad daylight in Beijing.

Mo Dong was shocked and said "f*ck" again, but luckily he couldn't say it out loud because of his tough guy image outside.

Without raising his head, he said to the driver, "Well, let's go back to the base camp."

**

20 hours later.

The plane landed on Independence Island.

Xu Yi came to the airport early to wait for someone.

When he saw Qiao Nian coming out, he pulled up his sweater and hat, walked over quickly, and met the girl: "The vice president is waiting for you at the research institute."

Xu Yi has an outstanding appearance, and he is considered a handsome guy among ordinary people. His nose bridge is high enough, his lips are thin enough, and his handsome facial features are slightly cold.

Just standing with Ye Wangchuan weakened three points of his appearance, and was forced into the range of ordinary appearance.