Fake daughters are wealthy

Qiao Nian was drinking with her head down and playing with her mobile phone at the same time, but when she heard this, she frowned uncomfortably and dodged it: "I'll do it myself."

"You can't blow the hair at the back, and the hair is always wet and easy to catch a cold."

"..."

Ye Wangchuan avoids her hand, curls up his thin lips: "Just sit still and don't move, I'll blow it for you."

Qiao Nian was pressed by his shoulders, and couldn't move for a while, so he could only stiffen his back and let him blow his hair up unaccustomed.

Ye Wangchuan turned on the wind very loudly from the very beginning, the wind from the hair dryer was soft and gentle, which was different from when she usually blows her hair by herself.

Qiao Nian half-closed her eyes, wanting to move, but felt uncomfortable.

She usually blows her hair by herself, either blowing it casually and waiting for it to dry by itself, or turning the wind speed to the highest gear and blowing it dry quickly.

Rarely do I take care of my hair so slowly.

The wind blowing over was itchy and crispy, very light and soft, she didn't quite get used to it at first, but after getting used to it, it seemed to be fine.

Qiao Nian's shoulders relaxed, and he focused on the phone again.

She had just dropped the phone on the bar, but now she picked it up again, her eyes darkened, and she clicked on the text message Jiang Xianrou sent her.

It was unprecedented for Jiang Xianrou to send her a text message.

She didn't expect much from the content of Jiang Xianrou's text message.

really.

After clicking.

Qiao Nian squinted her eyes and propped her chin with one hand, her brows and eyes were rather cold, and she glanced at the past.

"Qiao Nian, what happened in the provincial hospital? How did you offend the Wei family? And what does the sudden death of Wei have anything to do with you? Did you implicate my teacher?"

She was quite indifferent at first, and she had no hope.

But seeing Jiang Xianrou's last sentence, an inexplicable hostility surged in her heart, her eyes were deep and heavy, and the corners of her lips curled up a little lightly.

Qiao Nian didn't even think about returning it, so she directly deleted Jiang Xianrou's text message.

Then he added Jiang Xianrou's phone number to the blacklist!

Delete drag black, the whole action, in one go!

Qin Si was forced to stuff a mouthful of dog food, but in the blink of an eye, he saw the sneer on Qiao Nian's face that was obviously full of emotion.

Finally remembering the business, he turned his eyes away from Mr. Wang personally blowing the girl's hair: "By the way, sister Qiao, Mr. Wei..."

Qiao Nian raised his head, and when he heard these two words, the expression on his face was significantly more serious: "Passed away."

Qin Si himself came from the provincial hospital, of course he knew that Wei Lao had left.

In fact, he came here just to ask about the inside story.

"Is it because of Liang Lu?" He had heard some inside news on the way here, but it was not accurate.

Qiao Nian was silent for a moment, and then answered him slowly: "Yes, no."

Qin Si: "???"

What is it or not?

Is it right?

Qiao Nian had a high probability of seeing what he was thinking, and said wearily, "Old Wei's body has already reached the point of exhaustion. If he cultivates well, he can last for two years. If he does not cultivate well, he may not be able to survive the winter. It's just that Without this operation, Mr. Wei wouldn't be able to walk so fast, do you understand this explanation?"

Qin Si is not an idiot. After explaining this way, she already understood in her heart, so she raised her hand and pinched the bridge of her tall nose, feeling very headache: "So it still has something to do with Liang Lu and the others! What an idiot! Wei Mingxuan too , Knowing that Weiying is not a thing, I usually don’t pay attention to it. Mr. Wei...has made a lot of contributions to the country, so he shouldn’t have left in such a hurry.”

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