Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Chapter 2273: Mr. Lu is very enthusiastic about posting on WeChat Moments

Views:

Qiao Nian just walked into the living room with his cell phone and hadn't sat down yet.

Gu San had already anxiously brought out a glass of water and handed it to her: "Miss Qiao, come, drink some water to moisten your throat."

Qiao Nian's injured right hand was bandaged. The white bandage was wrapped from the palm of her hand up to her arm, and she could not move for the time being.

The other hand was not injured, but he was holding the phone, ready to answer a call, and had no third hand to take the water he handed over.

Fortunately, Ye Wangchuan parked the car and came in from outside and saw it. He told Gu San in a lazy voice: "Put the cup there first, she will drink it later."

Gu San also realized that Qiao Nian didn't have the hands to take the cup he handed over, and his face suddenly turned red with embarrassment. He quickly bent down and put the cup on the table, saying, "Miss Qiao, I'll put it here for you."

"Thank you." Qiao Nian thanked politely.

Gu San scratched his head, feeling even more embarrassed, and said, "I'll go make some bone soup for you."

Qiao Nian raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything.

Gu San added, "The eldest lady specifically asked me to buy pig's trotters, saying that like cures like, so I'll give you a good nourishment."

Qiao Nian's eyelids twitched, and she didn't know what to say to him for a long while. She lowered her eyelids to look at her right hand wrapped in bandages, and then imagined the shape of a pig's trotter. She curled her lips and couldn't help but smile: "Okay. Thank you for your help."

Gu San didn't realize that he had said the wrong thing. When he saw that the girl agreed, he happily ran to the kitchen to get busy.

Ye Wangchuan walked over and took off the scarf from his neck, casually draped it on the sofa, and noticed her flashing phone screen. He leaned over and asked her, "Who's calling? Why don't you answer it?"

Qiao Nian only then noticed her phone. As the screen was about to go dark, she raised her hand and walked towards the sofa. “It’s Mr. Nie. I was just about to answer it.”

As she spoke, she answered the phone, found a seat and sat down, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Hello."

Nie Mi talked to her about the fact that Tianchen would send someone to Tsinghua University to take over tomorrow, and asked her if she wanted to go there tomorrow.

Qiao Nian had been running around in the hospital all night for Mr. Jiang's affairs, and had hardly had any rest. When she heard Nie Mi mention Tianchen's chip cooperation project, she rubbed her temples and said with a slightly tired look, "What time tomorrow?"

Nie Mi told a time.

Qiao Nian frowned, thought for a moment and said, "I understand. I will go over."

Nie Mi also told her who would be present tomorrow.

Liang Conglin and the Tsinghua University team responsible for chips will be there. Tian Jing and Master Cheng will also be there. Also present is the initiator of this collaboration, Qin Si.

Qin Si will also be there.

Tianchen is responsible for the development team of this project, but it is not clear who they are.

Qiao Nian forced herself to listen to him. When Nie Mi asked her if she knew who Tianchen would let come tomorrow, she said slowly and calmly, "I don't know either. I haven't asked. Do you want to ask?"

She indeed had not asked Lu Zhi who was in charge of this project in Tianchen.

The main reason is that she has never cared about the internal development of Tianchen, and she doesn't know who is in Tianchen.

Lu Zhi rarely mentioned this to her.

Qiao Nian thought of someone and then remembered that she had something else to do.

After Nie Mi said there was no need to ask, she spoke a few words to her and hung up the phone. Then the girl crossed her legs, casually opened her Moments and scrolled down, quickly finding someone's Moments.

Lu Zhi has been very enthusiastic about posting on WeChat Moments recently.

One post a day.

More punctual than eating.

(End of this chapter)