Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Guan Yan was stunned for a second, then came to his senses and gave him a thumbs up in admiration.

She was probably convinced and didn't bother to talk to Ji Nan. She pursed her lips angrily and motioned for him to look at the second floor: "Sun hasn't come down yet."

Ji Nan put her hands on the back of the sofa and said, "She has been busy drawing designs for a jewelry competition these past two days."

"Is it related to the Nie family?" Guan Yan raised his eyebrows and looked away.

Just at this time, Gu San came out with cut vegetables. Passing by the living room, he saw two people chatting leisurely there, and called them over to help.

Ji Nan stood up and rolled up his sleeves. He happened to see Guan Yan trying to follow him, so he said, "It's enough for me to go and help by myself. You don't have to come." Guan Yan was forced to sit back and saw the young man again. Before leaving, he lowered his head and looked sideways, and whispered to her: "My father knows what those people in the Nie family are thinking, and will not let them have the opportunity to harass Nian Nian... So don't worry! He

They have no chance to mess around in Independence Continent. "

"You mean Emperor Ji..." Guan Yan was stunned.

Ji Nan said softly, "Hmm," without explaining much, and walked to the kitchen to help.

Guan Yan stayed alone in the living room and fell into deep thought, still thinking about the meaning of what Ji Nan said to him before.

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Room upstairs.

Qiao Nian couldn't count how many times he crumpled the half-drawn draft paper and threw the scrapped scrap paper into the trash can. There was a drawing board and a stack of white drawings in front of her, as well as a 2B pencil that was thrown on the table and spinning. The girl slumped on the chair, her back pressed against the back of the chair, her hands hanging on her sides, her eyes closed on her back. , the eyebrows cannot be spread apart

of irritability.

She hadn't touched this kind of manuscript paper for a long time, and Qiao Nian couldn't find inspiration for a while. She had been sitting all day without drawing a satisfactory design.

Aunt Yuan didn't rush her, she just said that it was really not possible and let it go.

But the word 'no' doesn't exist in her life dictionary, so Qiao Nian has locked herself in her room since yesterday, trying to draw her favorite design before the jewelry competition starts.

Ten minutes passed.

The girl leaning back on the chair remained motionless, her dark eyelashes casting a curved arc under the light.

The phone made a clattering sound on the table.

The girl who had kept her eyes closed and seemed to be sleeping moved her fingertips hanging by her side slightly, and then she opened her eyes.

Her dark eyes were clear and cold, and it was obvious that she was not asleep at all.

Qiao Nian sat up straight, picked up the mobile phone she had left on the table, glanced at the caller ID on the screen, lowered her eyes slightly, and twitched the corner of her mouth: "Hi!"

She picked up the phone casually, turned on the speakerphone, and threw the phone back to its original place, with a look of disdain between her brows.

"Say it."

"looking for me."

The other end was silent for about two seconds, as if he was shocked by her sudden momentum.

But after just two seconds, the person over there reacted, confirmed that she had really answered his call, and immediately said in a deep voice: "You still know how to answer the phone? I thought you lost your phone and couldn't see me giving it to you. Call up."

Qiao Nian stood up and took a can of Coke, opened the ring, took a sip, turned coldly towards the phone, and said calmly: "If you can't speak, I'll hang up."

"Wait a minute." Nie Qingru still couldn't help but stop him, fearing that Qiao Nian's temper would get worse and she would be killed. After all, it wasn't just once or twice that Qiao Nian blocked her. This time, she changed her mobile phone number and kept calling her for several days.