Jiang Xianrou was in a bad mood again. She squinted her eyes, turned off her phone, and put it aside, looking solemn and irritable.
Jiang Li won’t say anything more.
Jiang Li has always had a good relationship with Qiao Nian. Ever since she started to fight with Qiao Nian, Jiang Li has never stood on her side.
She could accept it if Jiang Li didn't send her a text message to ask.
What Jiang Xianrou couldn't accept this time was that Jiang Yao didn't even ask her whether she had arrived at the destination safely.
In the past, no matter how busy Jiang Yao was, he would always take time to care about her.
This time Jiang Yao didn't even ask.
Jiang Xianrou couldn't describe her feelings at the moment. She always felt that Jiang Yao's attitude towards her had become colder, or at least he didn't care about her as much as before.
She picked up her phone and wanted to send a message to Jiang Yao to ask if he was busy.
The message has been edited.
She suddenly deleted all the edited messages in a fit of anger, put on a cold face, put her phone away expressionlessly, clenched her fingers, and her eyes were cold and frosty, full of ambitions that could not be hidden...
never mind.
The misunderstanding that eldest brother has towards her right now can be resolved slowly later.
The most important thing for her now is not these little things, but to successfully enter the core library of the Pharmacy Association and find the formula of the small pill.
As long as she finds the formula, she believes that everything in front of her is only temporary!
*
evening.
A five-star hotel in the city center.
After Qiao Nian arrived at the hotel, he took a shower first.
When she came out, she didn't use a hair dryer to blow dry her hair, so her black hair was still wet and draped over her shoulders. Qiao Nian didn't care, she walked out, opened the zipper of her shoulder bag with one hand, and took out a laptop and a small box from it.
The box is square in shape, about the size of a palm.
The box was made of black velvet, with an antique brass lock on the front, which looked very exquisite. Qiao Nian narrowed his eyes, played with the brocade box in his hand, put the box aside, pulled out a stool in the living room, put the laptop on his legs, sat down cross-legged, and turned on the computer with a nonchalant look.
The laptop she used was light and didn't feel tiring to put on her lap.
Qiao Nian turned on the computer first, then picked up the brocade box next to the table and looked carefully at the lock on the box.
The lock seems to be an ancient mechanical lock, which is extremely complicated to make and is much more complex and sophisticated than many modern electronic locks.
Generally, this kind of lock cannot be opened without a key.
Qiao Nian weighed the box in his hand, shook it, and could hear the sound of the things inside.
The sound of banging.
She guessed that there was something like a piece of iron inside.
Qiao Nian weighed the box in his hand again. It was not heavy.
She narrowed her eyes, stared at the thing in her hand for a long time, pursed her lips, put the laptop on her lap on the table, then stood up and found a handy ashtray on the hotel's coffee table.
The ashtrays in five-star hotels are basically made of marble, and they pursue texture.
The fist-sized ashtray is about the same size as the box.
Qiao Nian's eyes were cold and dry, with the corners of his eyes raised. Without any unnecessary movements, he put the box on the table and picked up the ashtray.
Snapped!
After a noise.
The palm-sized box was destroyed by external force, and a black object fell to the ground.
Qiao Nian threw the ashtray in his hand onto the coffee table in a cool manner, bent down to pick up the things on the ground, wiped them clean and took a look.
(End of this chapter)