Qiao Nian had been drinking a drink and playing with his phone with his head down. Hearing this, he frowned uncomfortably and dodged, "I'll do it myself."
"You can't blow dry the back of your hair, and if your hair is wet it's easy to catch a cold."
"… "
Ye Wangchuan dodged her hand and raised his thin lips: "Just sit still and I'll help you blow."
Qiao Nian was pressed on the shoulders by him and could not move for a moment. She could only straighten her back and let him blow her hair without being used to it.
Ye Wangchuan didn't turn the hair dryer on very high at the beginning. The wind from the hair dryer was soft and gentle, quite different from when she usually blow-dried her hair herself.
Qiao Nian half-closed his eyes, wanting to move but feeling uncomfortable.
When she blows her hair normally, she either blows it casually and waits for it to dry on its own, or turns the wind speed to the highest setting and blows it dry quickly.
I seldom take care of my hair as slowly and methodically as I do now.
The wind was itchy and tingling, very light and soft. She didn't quite get used to it at first, but after getting used to it it didn't seem to be a big deal.
Qiao Nian relaxed his shoulders and focused on his phone again.
She had just thrown her phone on the bar, but now she picked it up again. Her eyes darkened and she opened the text message Jiang Xianrou sent her.
The fact that Jiang Xianrou would send her a text message was unprecedented.
She didn't have high expectations for the content of Jiang Xianrou's text message.
really.
After clicking.
Qiao Nian narrowed his eyes, supported his chin with one hand, his brows were quite cold, and he glanced at the picture.
"Qiao Nian, what happened in the Provincial Hospital? How did you offend the Wei family? And what does the sudden death of Mr. Wei have to do with you? Did you implicate my teacher?" She didn't care at first and had no hope.
But when she saw Jiang Xianrou's last sentence, she inexplicably felt a surge of hostility in her heart, her eyes became deep and heavy, and a hint of frivolity appeared at the corners of her lips.
Qiao Nian didn't even think about replying and directly deleted Jiang Xianrou's text message.
Then he added Jiang Xianrou's phone number to the blacklist!
Delete and drag the black, the whole action is done in one go!
Qin Si was originally forced to eat a mouthful of dog food, but then he saw the obvious sneer on Qiao Nian's face.
Finally remembering the important matter, he turned his eyes away from Mr. Wang blowing the girl's hair himself: "By the way, Sister Qiao, Mr. Wei..."
Qiao Nian raised his head, and when he heard these two words, his expression became much more serious: "Dead."
Qin Si came from the provincial hospital, so of course he knew that Mr. Wei had passed away.
He actually came here just to ask about the inside story.
"Is it because of Liang Lu?" On the way here, he had heard some inside information from others, but it was not very accurate.
Qiao Nian was silent for a moment before answering him slowly: "Yes, and no."
Qin Si: “???”
What does it mean to be and not be
Is that true or not
Qiao Nian probably saw what he was thinking, and said listlessly: "Old Wei's health was already at the end of its life. If he takes good care of himself, he can last for two years. If he doesn't, he may not survive the winter. But if it weren't for this operation, Old Wei wouldn't have passed away so soon. Do you understand my explanation?"
Qin Si was not a fool. After her explanation, he understood most of it. He raised his hand and pinched his high nose bridge, feeling a headache. "So it is still related to Liang Lu and the others! What an idiot! Wei Mingxuan is the same. He knew that Wei Ying was a worthless person, but he never paid attention to him. Old Wei... made many contributions to the country. He shouldn't have left in such a hurry."
(End of this chapter)