Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Qiao Nian was stunned for a moment. The video on his laptop had gone dark.

She propped up her arms and closed the QQ chat dialog box with Wen Ruxia. The front foot was turned off, and Wen Ruxia's profile picture on the back foot started to dance on the message board again.

Qiao Nian had already taken out the music scores from the drawer. She also had a pencil in her left hand and saw the QQ profile picture flashing in the corner of the notebook.

Qiao Nian supported her arms again, frowned slightly and nodded.

[Wen: By the way, Nian Nian, I forgot to tell you, the MV director we are looking for this time is George Lucas. ]

Qiao Nian stared at the name she sent with half-squinted eyes, finally arousing some interest.

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On the other side, Yufu.

The black Bentley stopped at the door, and the parking attendant immediately came over to help them open the door.

"Mrs. Jiang, Miss Jiang."

In the back row of the car, Jiang Xian and Tang Wanru sat side by side, each dressed up more than the other.

The cheongsam worn by Tang Wanru.

Jiang Xianrou wore a goose-yellow skirt and an off-white long windbreaker, looking like a lady.

The two got out of the car one after another. They were supposed to be a very eye-catching mother-daughter duo, but neither Tang Wanru nor Jiang Xianrou looked very good-looking.

It's not that I'm in a bad mood, at least I'm not in a happy mood!

Especially Jiang Xianrou, the expression on her oval face was hard to see when she looked up after getting off the car and saw the words [Congratulations to Qiao Nian for her success in the software competition] constantly playing in bright red fonts on the mobile radio at the entrance of the Imperial Palace. Extreme!

I almost grabbed my bag and went back again.

"Xianrou, what did I tell you before I came here?" Tang Wanru saw her thoughts, her eyes were cold, she took a deep breath and exhaled: "...You must keep calm at any time."

Jiang Xianrou couldn't do that and didn't show her emotions on her face. She immediately opened her almond-shaped eyes slightly, a little angry and embarrassed, and lowered her voice: "What do my dad and my brother want to do? They really want to hold a celebration banquet for Qiao Nian." ?”

Tang Wanru was calmer than her. She straightened her hair on her shoulders and said calmly, "What else do you think?"

Neuropathy!

Jiang Xianrou held back her temper and did not blurt out any curses.

Their families have separated. Qiao Nian just entered the group stage of a competition and won first place. What about her father and the others?

Tang Wanru saw her irritability suppressed by her calmness and warned her in advance: "Let me remind you first, you must finish this meal calmly for me no matter what, and you are not allowed to let your father see your food at the dinner table." Dissatisfied. Do you understand?”

Jiang Xianrou pursed her red lips almost to death. She took a deep breath and another deep breath. She repeated this several times and finally calmed down a little. She clenched her fingers tightly in the hand holding the bag: "I know."

"Um."

Tang Wanru was not angry, and she felt that Jiang Zongnan and Jiang Yao didn't know what they were doing. It was just that Jiang Yao had told her at home the importance of Qiao Nian's entry into the competition.

Jiang Yao said that Qiao Nian entered the group stage to bring glory to the country.

They wanted to have a celebration party for Qiao Nian, could she say no?

It’s just that I feel somewhat unwilling to do so!

Tang Wanru's face was solemn and slightly gloomy. She looked at the congratulations at the entrance of the imperial palace, and the jealousy she had finally suppressed almost overturned again.

She forced herself to look away, pretending she hadn't seen it, and walked inside while asking her daughter: "Did you go to the TV station today?"

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