Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

The assistant had no reason to think that Mr. Yuan of Chengfeng Group seemed to be nearly forty years old and still unmarried.

So Mr. Wang and Mr. Yuan? ? ?

Ye Lan waved his hand, without explaining to him, and ordered: "Put these away, help me keep them well, don't break them."

After she finished speaking, she frowned again, thinking about the things on the Internet, and then thinking about the old man at home, and then paused and said: "Put off tonight's entertainment for me. I will go back to my old house for dinner in the evening. Go and buy something else for me. A pound of tea leaves, the best Tieguanyin, I will take it back."

Ye Lao loves tea the most, and his favorite tea is Tieguanyin. He collects new tea from that year to drink every year. Elderly people drink tea to maintain their health, and Ye Lan always likes to buy tea for him.

But this time, giving tea was secondary.

Her main purpose of going back at night was to find out what the old man said and to see what his attitude was towards what was exposed online.

She must be on Qiao Nian's side.

*

A hot pot restaurant not far from Lanting.

The waiter had just brought over the ordered dishes. The hot red oil was boiling in the pot, and the aroma was overflowing.

Qiao Nian changed her clothes and came out, wearing a white T-shirt on the upper body, black pants on the lower body, and a peaked cap on her head.

The figure under the T-shirt is thin and cold, which is quite cool.

She picked up the sesame oil on the table, naturally mixed the dipping sauce for her bowl, and then placed the dishes in order. Her mood didn't seem to be affected.

On the other hand, the other people at the table, you look at me, I look at you, they are all worried, but they dare not mention her 'sad thing'.

Qin Si heard from Zhang Yang that Qiao Nian and the others were coming to eat hot pot, so he came over shamelessly.

He originally thought that even if Qiao Nian wasn't crying now, she was at least in a bad mood and might not be able to eat.

When he saw the carefree girl sitting across from him, not only eating, but also eating with great enthusiasm, the corner of his mouth twitched.

"Jo..."

Qiao Nian raised her eyelids, her beautiful eyes seemed to understand what he was going to say, and she interrupted him calmly: "I'm fine, I'm not autistic, I'm not uncomfortable, I don't want to commit suicide, I'm still alive, and I'm lucky enough to be able to survive Live another few decades.”

Qin Si: "..." Did he say something?

He had just started, and the boss had already answered all the questions he wanted to ask.

But when he saw Qiao Nian being so calm and still in the mood to eat hot pot, his heart that had been in mid-air was relieved. He smiled a little, quite cynically, and picked up the chopsticks: "Sister Qiao, I want some hairy belly. Over there, can you put it down for me?"

Qiao Nian handed over the plate of tripe next to her and continued eating her own food.

Ye Wangchuan didn't like spicy food, so he had a bowl of glutinous rice balls in front of him. However, he was not idle and kept cooking the girl next to him her favorite dish.

Qiao Nian could also sit still and eat whatever he gave her.

Qin Si didn't come out to eat hot pot, but mainly wanted to see Qiao Nian's condition, but he was fed a mouthful of dog food, which hit his mouth. The freshly boiled tripe in the bowl suddenly lost its fragrance. He put down his chopsticks and couldn't help but look in the girl's direction again: "I checked, and the person behind the news seems to be Qiao Ai, who is also the one who went around the city. Do you want my help?"

Before he finished speaking, Qiao Nian slowly finished the beef that Ye Wangchuan gave her, wiped her mouth with a tissue, her eyes were wild, and she said calmly: "No need, I have found someone."

"who?"

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