Ye Wangchuan watched the girl's back as she left, and lazily threw away the Pai Gow in his hand. He bit the smoking cessation stick, turned his head, and nonchalantly said to the people at the table, "You guys play."
While waving at Qin Si, his eye-catching eyebrows were very arrogant, and a little careless: "Come and help me play a game."
Qin Si stood up unwillingly, but still walked towards his seat: "I came to play games, but you forced me to play cards. What's the point of playing cards?"
Ye Wangchuan ignored his complaints, gave up his seat to him, then ran past the crowd and followed Qiao Nian out.
*
Outside the Lanting corridor, Qiao Nian came out to get some fresh air and leaned against the wall to play with his cell phone.
She had just played games with Qin Si and other five people in a row for two hours. The body of her phone was slightly hot, but the battery was not used much.
Compared with Qin Si and the others, her cell phone battery seemed to last much longer.
The people who come to Lanting to play are either rich or noble, all of them are from Beijing's upper class circles, and their clothes are generally not ordinary. In this case, the girl's white T-shirt with jeans and a pair of canvas shoes on her feet seem a bit eye-catching.
However, Qiao Nian was wearing a baseball cap and looking down at his phone, which almost covered his chin.
She stood in a very ruffian manner, with her long legs leaning against the wall, her whole body nonchalant, her white jade-like fingers resting on the cell phone, the dim light of the phone shone on the brim of her hat.
Qiao Nian opened WeChat.
Except for the messages sent to her by a few people in Class A of Senior 3.
Jiang Li finally replied to her message.
[fine.]
The message came from 5 minutes ago, when Qiao Nian just came out of the box and he replied.
Qiao Nian's fingers tapping on the phone tightened slightly, his dark eyes seemed to be thinking about something, and he pulled the dialog box upwards.
The last message was sent by her.
Two hours ago.
She asked Jiang Li what he was doing and whether he encountered any trouble.
Jiang Li took nearly two hours to reply to her. His reply was very simple, even a little hasty. It felt like he had received her message and hurriedly found time to reply her, without even having time to type two more words. Qiao Nian half-closed her eyes, her eyebrows were irritated, and she flipped through Jiang Zongjin's WeChat profile picture. It was the fourth day, and there was still no new message. She pursed her lips and replied to Jiang Li again.
[QN：Where is it?]
The message was sent successfully within seconds.
There was no movement from Jiang Li, as if he didn't see it.
Qiao Nian was very patient and didn't rush in. She looked through other messages while waiting for Jiang Li to reply to her.
She thought Jiang Li took two hours to reply to his last message, so she would have to wait at least an hour or two, but she didn't expect Jiang Li to reply so quickly this time.
Ding.
When Qiao Nian saw the WeChat reminder from Jiang Li pop up, he relaxed his shoulders, leaned against the wall, tilted his head, and slowly clicked it.
The message was still in the same style as the previous one, and it was obvious that he was in a hurry.
[Liangjiang City. Didn’t I tell you before that I was going to record a variety show? I’ve been busy recording the show these days.]
Without waiting for Qiao to reply to him.
Jiang Li showed that he was typing again.
Then, a new message came.
[Niannian, I won't talk to you anymore. The director called me. I probably won't have time to message you these two days. I have to put away my phone during the recording. I'll talk to you when I get back.]
After receiving this message, Jiang Li remained silent again, as if confirming what he said, that his phone was confiscated by the production crew while he was recording the show.
Qiao Nian's eyes darkened, and she did not send out the half-typed message. She slowly deleted the half-typed messages one by one, pursed her lips, and no one knew what she was thinking.
(End of this chapter)