Fake daughters are wealthy

Mr. Huang rarely showed any demeanor to the other party. He went straight to Master Aitcaro's ins without saying a word, and waited for the other party to read what he had posted.

*

Beijing Airport International Terminal.

This time the overseas medical treatment was humiliating, and Qi Lanyin's face was stepped on the ground and rubbed, and the group was not very interested.

After Master Carlo posted an angry post on the ins, he left it alone.

Grab and grab.He didn't think about posting that ins at first, mainly because he saw Qiao Nian's arrogance to imitate them, so he posted an ins mockingly. He couldn't swallow his anger, so he posted some screenshots of Qi Lanyin's achievements in international publications .

Although he turned back, he held his own identity, and it was not easy to argue with a freshman. At first, he still wanted Aite for the other party, but he endured it later, and did not specify who would go to see it.

But he has a great reputation overseas, an ins was sent out, and many people left messages below.

Most people agree with his words, thinking that Qi Lanyin didn't get No.1 this time because he didn't perform well. Before that, he won the first place three times in a crushing manner. If it wasn't for his poor performance, it would be impossible to lose so ugly this time... …

The airport is broadcasting boarding information.

Master Carlo straightened his skirt and prepared to board the plane.

Who would have thought that his assistant came over with a mobile phone with a sudden change of expression at this time, and handed it to him: "Master Carlo, the other party is posting about you on the ins."

"Heh." The old man with deep-set eyes sneered, his eyes were cold and showing a little disdain, he took the phone from the assistant and said, "I didn't look for her, she dared to call me..."

Before he finished his sentence, he saw that it wasn't the freshman from Tsinghua University's Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine who was looking for him on Instagram, but Huang Lao. He closed his mouth, stared at the papers and links thrown out by the other party, and clicked on them.

QN.

S-level paper on BMJ Forum.

Isn't that the name on the ins of the girl from the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine who participated in the competition?

QN=Qiao Nian, a freshman from Tsinghua University Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine? ?

In contrast, the achievements of Qi Lanyin's academic papers posted by him were like a joke, hitting him hard in the face and making him buzz.

His face suddenly turned pale, and after a long time, he got on the plane under the urging of his assistant.

Before boarding the plane, even though he was extremely embarrassed, he chose to hastily delete the ins that he posted like a joke.

*

厺厽 Pen Fun Pavilion 厺厽.In Rhine's apartment, Ye Wangchuan changed into home clothes and just made a cup of coffee, before he drank it, his phone was on.

He casually put the cup on the cabinet, leaned there with his long legs slack, picked up his phone, and clicked on the new message.

巘戅 Pen Fun Pavilion M 戅.It was a message from Ye Lao.

Ye Wangchuan raised his eyebrows, his eyes were a little interested, he didn't know why his old man sent this message, he was in a hurry?

If it were someone else, he might not respond and treat it as spam.

But for the elders, like Qiao Nian, he has always been patient and raised his eyes to look at the quiet room on the second floor.

Lowering his head, hooking his slender neck, he casually sent back a message to Ye Lao.

It's been 5 minutes since he sent the message.

Only then did Mr. Ye seem to see the news, and replied him with an inexplicable message:

"..." Ye Wangchuan just put down the phone.

Another new message came.

It still belongs to Mr. Ye.