Fake daughters are wealthy

Qiao Nian picked up the phone and glanced at the new WeChat account.

[The dangerous building is a hundred feet high: what is it called Vancouver.The Ministry of International Economics has a strong background. 】

Qiao Nian held water in one hand and fed it to his mouth. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his last few words 'Department of International Economics'?

Ministry of International Economics?Vancouver?

She knew all these words, and Qiao Nian was a little confused when they were connected together.

Does this have anything to do with her?

She didn't even know what kind of organization the Ministry of International Economics was, and where did she get to know the people in it, let alone offend them.

So Qiao Nian concluded intuitively that this person is mentally ill!

With the attitude of not competing with fools, Qiao Nian quickly forgot about the person Wei Lou said, drank some water and rested for a while, then got up and went to the operating building to visit Ye Wangchuan.

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Now Qin Si, Ji Lin and Guan Yan are all here.

Among the three, Ji Lin was still talking to Yu Yan, probably asking about Ye Wangchuan's operation.

Yu Yan was used to being free and unrestrained, and he was suddenly stopped and asked questions, which made his head swell, and he raised his eyes and saw the girl walking slowly.

He rushed over as if he saw the savior, patted Qiao Nian on the shoulder, and said impatiently, "I have a half-finished experiment. Q, I'll leave this to you!"

He said that he was afraid that Ji Lin would catch up and catch him and babble, and he disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Before Ji Lin could react, he saw Yu Yan's back disappearing around the corner, leaving him with only a few hems of his white coat.

"Doctor..." He stretched out his hand, but he didn't have time to call out to him.

Qiao Nian walked over to stand in front of him, folded his hands in his pockets, his dark eyes were bottomless, and said casually, "He's off to work. Tell me what you have to say."

Seeing Qiao Nian, Ji Lin immediately greeted Qiao Nian respectfully: "Miss Qiao."

At this time, Qin Si and Guan Yan also came over.

The two greeted Qiao Nian respectively, and Qin Si took the initiative to say: "The doctor just said that Mr. Wang's condition is stable, and he will wake up after a while."

"Sister Qiao, I heard from the doctor that you performed the operation. This time... I'm sorry to trouble you." He grew up with Ye Wangchuan, but this time he didn't come in handy and let Ye Wangchuan step into danger for their safety. in.

Qin Si couldn't help but blame himself in his heart.

So he rushed to the hospital, and heard Yu Yan say that Qiao Nian delivered the surgery in time and performed the operation on the patient himself, and the patient's condition is stable... Qin Si was indescribably relieved and grateful.

"Fortunately, Master Wang is fine, otherwise I really don't know how to explain to my family and Mr. Ye." Qin Si was extremely guilty.

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Qiao Nian put his hand on his shoulder and patted him lightly twice, then withdrew his hand: "No one thought that such a thing would happen, let alone this time it has nothing to do with you. It's my fault."

"No." Qin Si raised his eyes to look at her, and hurriedly said: "Don't grab yourself. That woman is targeting Wang Ye, and she came for us! The chip competition between Beijing City and M State is fierce, and she originally wanted to take action against Wang Ye , Give the capital a blow."

There is some truth to what he said.

But Qiao Nian knew in her heart that Nie Qingru and Lu Zhi's troubles for Ye Fanchuan had nothing to do with her.

But since Qin Si said so, she didn't want to reject the other party's intentions, so she just gave a gracious gesture and put down her hands: "It's all over. Let's talk about it after people wake up!"

She thought of something, and looked back at Qin Si: "That's right. Where are the Moxi people?"

Ye Wangchuan brought Qin Si, Moxi and Ji Lin over this time.

Both Qin Si and Ji Lin are here, but Mo Xi is missing, which is unreasonable.