Van Gogh's Sunflowers
Qiao Nian had studied art before, so he knew which painting he was talking about just by listening to his description. He was just a little surprised that Leonard was interested in famous paintings.
He doesn't look like a person who has any interest in art.
"What does he want this picture for?"
"Give it to someone." Mo Dong answered quickly this time: "The person who was following him heard him talking on the phone once. He said he wanted to get this painting to give to an important person."
“…” Qiao Nian’s eyes gradually darkened, and he bent his fingers and tapped his knees intermittently, as if he was thinking about something.
Seeing that she didn't ask any more questions, Mo Dong stopped talking and concentrated on driving.
The black pickup truck quickly drove to where Qiao Nian lived.
He parked the car at the intersection and asked Qiao Nian worriedly, "Miss Qiao, do you need me to take you upstairs?"
"I'll go back by myself." Qiao Nian unbuckled his seat belt, picked up his bag and got out of the car. He waved to him coolly, leaving his back.
Mo Dong watched the girl's back disappear on the path, then he started the car again and turned around to go back to the Yaomen base.
**
upstairs.
Qiao Nian took a shower and changed into clean clothes.
She walked over to the chair and sat down, reaching for her phone which was charging.
This time, she rarely saw any unread messages.
Qiao Nian lowered his eyes and put the phone back in its place, turned on his laptop, and logged into his Red Alliance account.
She clicked into the small group.
Everyone is busy in different places recently, and there are very few group messages.
Qiao Nianying tapped the keycaps with her white fingertips and sent a message out.
[sun: Who has time to help me check someone.]
The small group was completely silent.
Qiao Nian was not in a hurry. He opened the simulation laboratory on his computer, took out Ji Qing's notebook, and entered the data.
She planned to use the simulation experiment on the computer to test the feasibility of this experiment. So she pressed the enter key and waited for the data to come out.
More than an hour passed by waiting like this.
When Qiao Nian saw the red cross symbol pop up on the computer screen, he raised his hand to rub his frowning brows and turned off the simulation laboratory.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the red alliance software flashing on the lower right corner. It looked like someone had replied to her. Qiao Nian opened the small group.
The small group has already received 99+ messages.
She dragged her mouse to the top message.
[Thin waist control: Who are you checking? I'm free. I'm just teaching a little brat who's bored, so the boss let me practice. ]
[Guan Yan: What a coincidence, I am free too.]
[Thin waist control: Tomboy, what do you mean? Are you trying to steal my love?]
[Guan Yan: Haha, I will definitely compete with you for this sentence! Boss, I am good at business, I do a good job and I don’t talk much. I am not as talkative as him! Come to me, come to me.]
…
Qiao Nian didn't read the content of the quarrel between the two people below, and directly pulled the dialog box to the latest part.
She found that the two were still fighting.
So he raised his eyebrows and typed over.
[sun: Help me check the relationship behind the queen of the hidden family. Is there any relative or someone she cares about? ]
[Thin waist control:…]
[Viewing the Inkstone:…]
Qiao Nian looked at them one by one pretending to be a fool in front of him, and deliberately sent a message out.
[sun: Didn’t you guys just rush to do it? How about you two do it together?]
People who are obsessed with thin waists are always the most despicable, and they immediately started wailing.
[Thin waist control: Boss, can you let me do something that a living person can do? Isn't this a way to get yourself killed? ]
[Guan Yan: I’ll give it to you.]
[Thin waist control:…]
[Thin waist control: Get lost!]
Qiao Nian looked at the chat history on the screen and smiled. She felt much better and stopped arguing with them.
(End of this chapter)