Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Qiao thought for once and was willing to accept it.

Nie Qingru took a deep breath: "Did you send me that video?"

"Don't you ask Li Mo? She has done so much because of you, so you don't care how she lives after she returns to China."

Qiao Nian pulled out the chair and sat down again, nonchalantly.

Nie Qingru hated the way she talked like Ji Wujun, that arrogance that was arrogant and didn't take anyone seriously. She was stimulated and subconsciously lowered her voice: "She is just a chess piece of mine. No, she is not even qualified to be my chess piece. Why should I care about her life and death... You will care about what falls on the chessboard."

A speck of dust? "

If Qiao Nian hadn't been holding a Coke can in his hand, he would have almost stood up and applauded her.

yes.

In her eyes, Ji Qing is a chess piece, and Li Mo is also a chess piece.

These people were just insignificant dust on her chessboard. How could she, a superior chess player, care about the death of a speck of dust.

"You're right." Qiao Nian suddenly agreed.

Nie Qingru became wary instead: "What do you want to do again?"

Qiao Nian put the Coke on the table, looked at the manuscript paper that she had not yet drawn, and said slowly: "I don't care about the life or death of a speck of dust."

"So you asked me if I sent you the video, yes, I did."

"Why did you do that?!"

"You just said the reason - who cares about a speck of dust falling on the chessboard? I just want to tell you, don't mess with me, otherwise I won't be able to do anything to you, and it will only take a matter of minutes to crush him to death."

"you……"

Nie Qingru on the other end of the phone was obviously very angry. Her violent breathing could be heard in the current, as well as the soft soothing voices of the people next to her.

Qiao Nian guessed that the shadow was beside her, picked up the phone, put it to her ear, and whispered again: "Since you are not in good health, don't let her call me."

On the other end of the phone, Nie Qingru was breathing a little heavier, probably because she was angry again.

Qiao Nian didn't want to waste any time with her, so he hung up the phone quickly and dragged Nie Qingru's new number into the blacklist.

She looked up at the time again and found that it was almost seven o'clock.

Qiao Nian saw the message she just received on WeChat.

Qiao Nian finished his sentence, sorted out the things on the table, and threw all the crumpled paper balls into the trash can. Then he pulled out his chair, stretched out his waist, stretched his neck bones, and prepared to go downstairs.

*

Ye Wangchuan has already prepared the soup base downstairs.

The red oil-based soup was cooked exactly according to Qiao Nian's taste. It was being heated on the induction cooker, and the room was filled with the alluring aroma of hot pot.

Gu San, Ji Nan and Guan Yan were all whetted by the aroma and waited several times to be greeted and served.

However, if Ye Wangchuan didn't move, it would be difficult for the three of them to get on the table.

Just when Guan Yan couldn't wait any longer, he stood up and said, "I'll go upstairs to see when Sun comes down."

Qiao Nian's figure appeared on the second floor.

"Miss Qiao!" Gu San shouted happily and ran into the kitchen to get freshly squeezed juice.

Ji Nan also stood up and breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I'm finally down. I thought I would have to wait until eight o'clock in the evening to eat today."

He glanced in a certain direction as he spoke. Ye Wangchuan sat there calmly, not even looking at him. He completely ignored him and kept his eyes on the girl who came down.