Fake daughters are wealthy

Jiang Xianrou raised her brows, her haughty face was undisguisedly bored, she frowned, and said to Tang Wanru, "I'll call her and ask her what's going on and why she wants to call the police."

She took out her mobile phone and said in a natural tone, "If she's not injured, I'll tell her not to hold on to Zhou Wei, it's almost done."

Tang Wanru watched her call Qiao Nian, and disapproved of her getting involved, but she didn't stop her.

Perhaps deep down in her heart, she had the same thoughts as Jiang Xianrou. Since Qiao Nian was not injured, there was no need to make a big fuss. Besides, it would be too much to ask the police to control Zhou Wei. It would be nice if someone talked about it.

*

On the other side, the villa around the city.

As soon as Qiao Nian arrived home, she went to the room on the second floor, changed out of her blood-soaked clothes, took a shower, and washed her body with hot water. The skin on her back and shoulders was lifted out of the cannon. That's when she noticed that she was attacked by someone earlier. The place where it hit was broken.

Qiao Nian checked the wound briefly, and applied disinfectant alcohol on herself. The alcohol should be very painful when sprinkled on the injured and broken skin, but she was used to it, her eyebrows were raised upwards, and there was no trace of emotion in her dark eyes. Calmly disinfected the wound, applied medicine, found a set of clean clothes to put on, the hair was still dripping, and walked slowly towards the bed...

In that way, it was no different from being injured.

When she came out, the phone just turned on, Qiao Nian picked up the phone from the bed anxiously, and glanced at the incoming call with dull eyes.

Beijing city number.

The kind she didn't save.

She hung up the phone.

Just about to put down my phone and go blow dry my hair.

Who knew the phone buzzed again.

Qiao Nian picked up the phone on the bed, and looked again, it was still the same number.

"Tsk, I'm quite persistent."

She stared at the caller ID on the phone, seeing the attitude of the other party, if she didn't answer, she would still call. In order to avoid bothering her later, after Qiao Nian hung up the call, she decisively dragged the phone number into the blacklist.

Now the whole world is clean!

She blocked the phone number, looked at her phone again, and found that Liang Bowen had sent her a message, asking when she would go back to school.

Qiao Nian casually replied tomorrow.

After returning, I turned the mobile phone to silent mode, threw it back on the bed, brushed the black hair that had drawn across the brow bone, opened my legs, and went to find a hair dryer to dry my hair.

……

downstairs.

Ye Wangchuan and Gu San just came back.

There was a faint smell of blood all over the man's body, as if he hadn't come out of the violent mood yet, his brows were slightly calm, and his eyes were slightly cold.

Seeing Jiang Li approaching, Gu San tactfully walked towards the kitchen: "Master Wang, I'll make you a cup of tea."

Ye Wangchuan walked towards the sofa in the living room.

Jiang Li followed him all the way, saw him sitting down, couldn't hold back any longer, and asked him anxiously, "How are those bastards explaining? Why did they bother Nian Nian?"

He also asked Qiao Nian this question in the car, but Qiao Nian only mentioned one name and nothing else.

What he heard was in a fog, and he didn't understand what was going on at all.

Jiang Li didn't find out from Qiao Nian, only asked from Ye Wangchuan.

He walked back and forth irritably, grabbed a handful of hair, and messed up his handsome hairstyle, raised his eyes, frowned, and emphasized his tone: "Master Wang, are they not willing to say anything?"

Generally, in this case, the rules of the road cannot explain the person behind it. If you are caught, you will usually be forced to take it down, and you will not easily explain the person behind it.