Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Zhong Yiliu looked at the skylight covering his side face, outlining the handsome eyebrows and eyes of the man, and the mountains were clearly undulating. He was handsome and proud, and swallowed back all the words in his heart.

"Be careful, according to the frequency of your vomiting blood, the microbial activity in your blood is getting more and more frequent. I still say that before I find a medicine to restrain it, you'd better rest more and worry less, and reduce the blood circulation speed in your body, otherwise it will be difficult for the gods to save you!"

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Qiao Nian said she was going out to make a phone call, but she didn't go far.

She reported the progress of the lawsuit to Ye Maoshan, and when she looked up, she saw two people talking in the corridor. From the distance she was away, she couldn't hear clearly what they were saying.

But she knew Zhong Yiliu. From the irritability on Zhong Yiliu's face that he tried hard to control but exposed, it could be seen that his emotions were out of control and he was very excited to say something to Ye Wangchuan.

On the other hand, Ye Wangchuan...

Qiao Nian was not sure of his reaction. He looked indifferent, and occasionally replied to Zhong Yiliu one or two words. Most of the time, it was difficult to detect his emotional changes from his eyebrows.

But unfortunately, Qiao Nian is one of the few people in the world who can detect his changes.

She can feel that he is hiding something from her, and as time goes by, Qiao Nian's sixth sense becomes stronger.

Ji Lin, Zhong Yiliu...the two of them may be insiders.

Qiao Nian twisted her left thumb unconsciously when she was thinking about things, leaned against the wall lightly, and did not go over immediately to give them enough time.

What did Ye Wangchuan hide from her?

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She was thinking about this question all the way back from the hospital, so much so that she was distracted and didn't hear Ye Wangchuan talking to her several times in the car.

When they arrived at the hotel, before getting off the car, Qiao Nian received another call from Liang Feng, asking her to go over to help communicate with the FBI, who deliberately made things difficult and didn't want to release her.

Qiao Nian had to get off the car first, picked up the bag she brought with her, bent down and said to the man in the car: "I'll go to the FBI."

"Okay." Ye Wangchuan put one hand on the steering wheel, and wore a black mechanical watch on his wrist exposed from his cuffs, revealing his nobility in his casualness.

Qiao Nian had already closed the car door and was about to get a taxi. She noticed something, opened the door and got in. She watched the black car drive into the parking lot, suddenly patted the driver's seat in front of her, and said in a deep voice: "Drive back."

"Ah?" The driver didn't understand what was going on. He looked back at the rearview mirror and saw her dark eyes and cold aura. He subconsciously followed her instructions and drove the car back to the hotel entrance.

"Thank you."

Qiao Nian gave him the money, opened the door and got out of the car. She walked briskly into the hotel and took the elevator directly down to the underground garage.

'Ding——'

The elevator door opened.

Qiao Nian went out and opened her mobile phone to dial the top number.

She herself looked for the parking spaces along the road, and pricked up her ears to listen to the sounds from all directions.

The hotel garage is large enough, but there are not many people. In an open place, any sound will be particularly clear.

Qiao Nian heard a series of ringtones and immediately followed them, walking towards the southeast with a clear goal.

A few seconds later.

Before the phone was about to hang up,

The other end picked up the phone.

The man said in a relaxed tone: "What's wrong? Did you forget to take something?"

Qiao Nian even heard his short chuckle from the receiver, relaxed and happy, without any clues.

But her eyes were dark at this moment, and she couldn't smile at all. She walked from the back of the car and tapped the driver's window with her fingers bent.

Holding the phone in one hand, she said in a deep voice: "Open the window."