Mo Dong knew that he disliked Qiao Nian before he teased him, but now he was defending Qiao Nian.
His ears and face felt a little hot and his expression was a little embarrassed. He glared at Mo Xi, but didn't say much and went about his business quickly.
*
In the room on the second floor.
Qiao Nian turned on his laptop and logged into the Hongmeng software.
She saw a series of messages sent to her by those who were obsessed with thin waists.
Qiao Nian pulled out a chair and sat down, operating the mouse to open the unread messages one by one.
[Thin waist control: I found out some things about Ji Qing. ]
[Thin waist control: It turns out that Ji Qing used to work at the First Research Institute and was a member of the Level 8 laboratory at that time.]
[Thin waist control: The members of the Level 8 laboratory of the First Research Institute at that time were very awesome. The fact that Ji Qing was able to get in shows that she is also an extremely amazing person.]
[Thin waist control: I don't know what happened later, but the group of members separated. Ji Qing also left the First Research Institute and disappeared.]
[Thin waist control: I also found out that one of their members stayed in the First Research Institute and is now the head of a laboratory.]
[Thin waist control: Gu Hengbo, the head of the Level 5 laboratory, and Ji Qing were both members of the Level 8 laboratory. They could be considered as fellow students. Tsk! One died, and the other became the head of the Level 5 laboratory. I don't know what happened back then, that group of members of the Level 8 laboratory that defied the heavens would fall apart and come to this point...]
After reading the dense messages he sent, Qiao Nian kept his finger on the mouse for a long time without moving.
Level 8 lab
Gu Hengbo
What happened in a certain year
She stared at the news that Thin Waist Control had found on the computer screen, and was trying to connect the news from Thin Waist Control with what she had found out recently.
Qiao Nian only felt that there was an invisible thread pulling her forward, and she hadn't had time to grasp that thought...
suddenly.
The phone she had placed on the table rang again. Qiao Nian finally had some clues, but was suddenly interrupted, and she felt extremely bad.
She leaned back in her chair in annoyance, picked up the phone on the table, lowered her head and took a look. It was another unfamiliar number from Independent Continent.
She is a little annoyed.
I let the phone ring until it stopped, but I didn't answer it.
But what was unexpected was that just as the room had become quiet, the phone in her hand rang again, and it was still the same unfamiliar number.
The other party seemed to be insisting that she answer the phone.
Qiao Nian raised his eyebrows, his eyes were cold and dark.
She simply stopped ignoring it and picked it up.
He turned on the speaker and threw his phone on the table.
"explain."
Very cold and arrogant.
The other person seemed to have not expected her to have such an attitude, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses. After several seconds, he spoke calmly: "I am Ji Hongyuan. According to seniority, you should call me Sixth Uncle. I called you to ask if you have time to come out and meet me."
What is Sixth Uncle
Qiao Nian frowned in annoyance. Just as she was about to say that she was busy, she looked at her phone again, remembering how often the Ji family had called her recently. She was a little annoyed and silent for a moment: "Where shall we meet?"
"Intercontinental, is it convenient for you?" The old man's voice was vicissitudes of life, yet had a steady sense of oppression.
He had already decided on the location, and then asked himself if it was convenient.
If it's inconvenient for her, will they move to another place
But it didn't matter whether they changed places or not, she just went there to meet him and make things clear.
(End of this chapter)