Qiao Nian looked up at him and saw that his eyes were looking at him with a sparkling look. He put the lighter back into his pocket, raised his hand to press down the brim of his cap, and looked away: "Let's go, go over first."
She walked ahead as if nothing had happened.
Mo Dong followed suit and never mentioned the Chamber of Commerce Alliance and Simon again, as if he had never called Qiao Nian aside alone.
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For dinner, Mo Dong had packed food from a very popular private restaurant in Independent Island.
It’s obvious that the prices of this private restaurant are not cheap. The delivery boxes are all lacquered red and gold-painted wooden boxes, which contain exquisite dishes.
The taste is light and sweet, which is more like that of the south.
Because it was Mo Dong who bought it, and he didn't know Qiao Nian's taste, several dishes had this sweet taste.
Qiao Nian doesn't eat much, but she's not picky either. She never put down her chopsticks the entire time, but she eats at a very slow pace. People who know her know that this is her reaction when the food is not to her liking.
Ye Wangchuan served her a bowl of seafood porridge and pushed it in front of her. Knowing that the dishes Mo Dong brought back this time were not to her taste, he handed her a spoon with his slender and smooth hands: "It's good for your stomach to eat light food at night. Have some porridge."
Qiao Nian put down her chopsticks, took the spoon from him, and replied casually, "Okay."
As she spoke, she lowered her head and scooped the porridge with a spoon, looking like she didn't want to talk.
Mo Dong realized belatedly: "Miss Qiao, are the dishes I ordered not to your liking?"
The girl was quite considerate and shook her head: "I'm not picky about food."
Ye Wangchuan glanced at her with a half-smile but did not expose her.
She is not picky about food. She eats whatever is given to her and you rarely hear her complain. But she will also share how much she wants. For example, if a dish suits her taste, she will eat half an extra bowl of rice.
Even though the food tonight was not really to her liking, she would still eat it, just not much. She just sat there out of politeness and did not leave.
Ye Wangchuan sometimes felt that she was actually softer than most people. At least at this time, she didn't have to consider Mo Dong's feelings.
But in fact, Qiao Nian didn't do that. Despite her bad temper, the fact that she still sat here patiently explained everything.
Seeing that she actually ate some and didn't seem to clearly dislike the takeaway he bought, Mo Dong felt relieved.
During the period, I chatted with Bo Jingxing about the situation of several energy companies in the Independent Continent. It seemed that Bo Jingxing wanted to reach a cooperation between the Ninth Institute and the energy companies in the Independent Continent.
The bowl of porridge in front of Qiao Nian was quickly empty. She was bored and almost full, so she put down the spoon and suddenly turned her head. Her bright eyes under the light looked at the man beside her and she said, "I heard Guan Yan talk about what happened in Continent M. What are you going to do next?"
Ye Wangchuan also put down his chopsticks and pushed the bowl away. His dark eyes met hers and he asked her, "How much do you want her to do?"
Qiao Nian placed her hand on the table, her fingertips touching the edge of the white porcelain bowl, the cold touch going straight to her heart from her fingertips.
There is a fire in her heart that can be ignited at any time.
But Nie Qingru and the people from the hidden family always try to play with fire.
"She sent me a text message asking if I did it." Qiao Nian supported her chin with her cold white hand and squinted her eyes nonchalantly: "She said so. If I don't do something, I will be sorry for her to blame me first."
(End of this chapter)