Fake daughters are wealthy

Qiao Nian was willing to accept it for the first time.

Nie Qingru took a deep breath: "You sent me that video?"

"Don't you ask Li Mo? Because you have done so much, you don't care how she lives after returning to China."

Qiao Nian pulled back the chair and sat down again, carelessly.

Nie Qingru hated her way of speaking like Ji Wuzhen, her arrogant arrogance that didn't put anyone in her eyes.She was stimulated and subconsciously lowered her voice: "She is just one of my pawns, no, she is not even qualified to be my pawn, why should I care about her life...you will care about what falls on the chessboard

a speck of dust? "

If Qiao Nian hadn't been holding a coke can in his hand, he would have stood up and applauded her.

Yes.

In her eyes, Ji Qing is a chess piece, and Li Mo is also a chess piece.

These people are just insignificant dust on her chessboard, how can she, a high-ranking chess player, care about the death of a speck of dust.

"You're right." Qiao Nian suddenly agreed.

Nie Qingru became vigilant instead: "What do you want to do?"

Qiao Nian conveniently put the Coke on the table, looked at the paper she hadn't drawn yet, and said slowly, "I don't care about the life or death of a dust."

"So you asked me if I sent you the video, yes, I sent it."

"Why did you do that?!"

"The reason you said just now-who cares about a piece of dust falling on the chessboard? I just want to tell you, don't mess with me, otherwise I can't do anything about you. It will take a few minutes to crush him to death."

"you……"

Nie Qingru on the other end of the phone was obviously choked with anger, her violent breathing could be heard through the current, as well as the soft comforting voices of the people next to her.

Qiao Nian guessed that the shadow was beside her, picked up the phone, put it to her ear, and said softly again: "Since she is not in good health, don't ask her to call me."

Nie Qingru on the other end of the phone breathed a little harder, probably irritated by her again.

Qiao Nian couldn't be bothered to waste words with her, so she hung up the phone quickly and dragged Nie Qingruxin's number into the blacklist.

She looked up at the time again and found that it was almost seven o'clock.

Qiao Nian saw the message he just received on WeChat.

Qiao Nian came back with a full stop, tidied up the things on the table, and threw all the crumpled paper balls into the trash can, then pulled out the chair, stretched her waist and stretched her neck, and prepared to go downstairs.

*

Ye Wangchuan downstairs has already made the soup.

The cooked red oil soup was exactly according to Qiao Nian's taste. It was being heated on the induction cooker, and the room was filled with the tantalizing aroma of hot pot.

Gu San, Ji Nan and Guan Yan were all whetted by the scent, and they waited several times to be invited to the table for dinner.

However, Ye Wangchuan didn't move, and it was not easy for the three of them to sit at the table.

Just when Guan Yan couldn't wait, he stood up and said, "I'll go upstairs to see when the sun will come down."

The figure of Qiao Nian coming down appeared on the second floor.

"Miss Qiao!" Gu San shouted happily, and ran into the kitchen to get freshly squeezed juice.

Ji Nan got up as well, and said with a sigh of relief: "Finally, I'm down, I thought I would have to wait until eight o'clock in the evening to eat today."

He glanced in a certain direction as he spoke.Ye Wangchuan sat there calmly, didn't even look at him, completely ignored him, and kept his eyes on the girl who came down.