Fake daughters are wealthy

She put down her pen by the way, got up and went to the sink to wash her face with cold water.

Under the stimulation of the cold water, the chaotic mind finally became a little clearer, and at last it was not filled with various calculation formulas.

Qiao Nian rubbed the numb nerves on her face, looked up at the girl with bloodshot eyes in the mirror, turned off the faucet, wiped her hands and walked out.

Just at this time, her fully charged mobile phone lit up.

Qiao Nian walked to the desk and picked up the phone, looking down at it.

It was actually a WeChat message from Ye Wangchuan.

They seem to live together?Is it necessary to send WeChat?

She raised her eyebrows and clicked on the message.

[Y: Master Cheng is waiting for you downstairs, are you free to come down and meet? 】

Become a master?

Qiao Nian was a little surprised, out of the corner of his eye, he looked at the experiments left by the last season on the laptop, and rubbed his forehead.

It seems that it will not be so easy to conquer for a while.

She simply turned off the computer, changed her clothes, got up and walked downstairs.

**

in the living room.

Master Cheng came with his assistant, and was sitting on the sofa cautiously waiting for Qiao Nian to come down.

Gu San poured them two cups of tea and brought them out. One was placed in front of Master Cheng and the other in front of his assistant, and he said to Master Cheng with a smile, "This is the new tea of ​​this year, you should always try it."

Master Cheng thanked him, took a sip of tea casually, still thinking about Qiao Nian in his heart, and complimented him a little absent-mindedly.

People of their age and status have long since lost much interest in appetite, and don't pay much attention to it. He cares more about when Qiao Nian will come down.

Master Cheng's assistant is relatively young and also one of his apprentices.

Not long ago, he was selected by Master Cheng from the nine institutes. His personal ability is not bad, and he is also a returnee. He has been trained by his family since he was a child to be excellent in all aspects, and he is also quite arrogant in his bones.

He has complete respect and admiration for Master Cheng, so he has a lot of dissatisfaction with the people his teacher brought him to see for a long time.

After taking a sip of tea, he couldn't sit still, and asked Gu San in an impatient tone: "Is that person down yet?"

As soon as he said this, everyone in the living room looked at him.

Ye Wangchuan and Qin Si's eyes looked like smiles, but they didn't speak.

Master Cheng was a little embarrassed, and didn't know what to say to him.

Gu San took the lead, frowned, and said with a nonchalant smile: "Miss Qiao is still busy, Master Wang has already told her. She will definitely come down when she sees the news, please wait a little longer."

After all, the other party was brought by Master Cheng. Even though Gu San didn't like his tone, he still had a certain amount of advance and retreat, which was quite considerate.

It's just that everyone is smart, so no one can see that Gu San is a little unhappy.

The man's earlobe felt hot, he felt embarrassed and humiliated by Gu San's attitude, he pursed his lips and said, "Teacher also found time to come over..."

In the middle of his speech, he complained a lot about "who is not busy, why wait".

Master Cheng immediately called to him in a deep voice: "Yu Wenhao."

Ye Wangchuan squinted at him again, and stopped Master Cheng with a half-smile: "Forget it, it's normal for young people to have a temper."

Yu Wenhao hadn't been in the Ninth Institute for a long time, and Ye Wangchuan basically stayed with Qiao Nian in Independence Island for the past year, and rarely returned to Beijing.

Few of the newcomers from the Ninth Institute had seen him.

Yu Wenhao only regards him as one of the gangsters who eat, drink and have fun in Beijing.

Obviously Ye Wangchuan helped him speak, but he didn't appreciate it very much, the corners of his mouth were pulled down, and he turned his head away with dissatisfaction, wishing to snort out of his nostrils.