Fake daughters are wealthy

If Guan Yan wants to break up with Qin Si, if she is in a bad mood and needs her to drink with her, she will stay with her until dawn.thiophene

Apart from that, she supports any decision of her friend.

It's okay to be right or wrong.

Ye Wangchuan was the person who knew her best, even if Qiao Nian didn't say anything, he would have guessed what he hadn't said, so he didn't continue on this topic.

Instead, he took off his coat and put it on her, and raised his hand to help her open the car window to let the outside wind blow in, and the air in the car was much more fluent.

He saw the girl let go of her frowning eyebrows, raised the corners of her lips, and her voice was so low that it pierced into her ears: "What time do you leave tomorrow?"

Qiao Nian raised her hand and pinched her stiff neck: "Didn't you tell Aunt Lan about the afternoon? Three or five in the afternoon is fine."

Anyway, it takes more than ten hours to fly from Beijing to Independent Island, and it will be the next morning when they arrive.thiophene

Ye Wangchuan looked at his watch: "Then it's three o'clock."

"Sure." Qiao Nian had no objection.

He raised his eyes and read to Qiao, "I'm going to Tsinghua University in the morning."

What did he go to Tsinghua University for?

Qiao Nian didn't ask any further questions, as she also had arrangements: "I'm also going to visit Master Cheng."

Master Cheng sent her another email when he was eating just now, in which he recorded the data of several physical experiments in detail.

There was a small deviation in one of the data, and Master Cheng was asking her about the prototype of the notes on the USB flash drive.thiophene

This kind of experimental problem cannot be communicated on the Internet.

So she will go to the Ninth Institute tomorrow morning, and do another physical experiment with Master Cheng to see if there is a problem with the experimental operation, or there is indeed a small error in the data given in the Jiqing notes.

Ye Wangchuan smiled, his eyebrows were picturesque, like gentleness himself: "Then I will pick you up at noon tomorrow."

Qiao Nian originally wanted to say no need, but thinking about Ye Lan and Mr. Ye who were waiting for her to eat, she didn't pretend: "I'll send you a message when I'm done."

Qiao Nian thought this was the end of the topic.

It happened that Nie Mi was almost tired, and the phone stopped vibrating.

She lowered her head and was about to see what Nie Mi said about her.thiophene

A slender hand snatched the phone away. Qiao Nian raised his eyes and bumped into a pair of deep eyes. The man still looked arrogant and serious, just an irresistible flirt in his bones. Looking at her, he said: "Joe Is the magic phone so fun? Or...you play with me?"

"Cough!" Qiao Nian was choked, and put his fist on his lips to cover up his reaction to being teased, and turned his head sideways.

The moment she tilted her head, her neck was sprayed with light breath, and the next second a light kiss landed on her neck, soft and moist, and she left as soon as she touched it.

Qiao Nian's neck was electrified, and the muscles of his whole body were tense.

Before she could react, a hand was wrapped around her waist, pulling her into her arms.

Immediately afterwards, Qiao Nian felt the man's slender body approaching her, his chin pressed against her neck, rubbing it slightly, very pampering.

"When will God Qiao give me a title?"

"..."

Ye Wangchuan's breathing was hot, he just hugged the girl's waist, rested his chin on the top of her head, lowered his head and lightly pecked at her hair, and played with her hair: "Someone wants Bo Zheng, but I don't have an official name yet. point."

These words reveal the slightest bit of grievance.

Gu San thought he was just a "ruthless driving tool" in front of him, and the ruthless driving tool must not be able to tell that the master is playing tricks on Ms. Qiao!

Surrounded by his mellow breath, Qiao Nian gradually got used to it, so she didn't bother nestling in his arms, her brows were frivolous: "Don't you give me a title?"