Zhang Yang has been in the circle for many years and has become such a shrewd person now. How could he not have some tricks
So when he heard Li Mo change the meaning of his words in an inadvertent tone, his attitude towards her immediately faded, and he said in a cold tone that didn't even want to maintain a decent appearance: "Ms. Li, don't worry about who others are. Just remember that names that match that ID are not allowed in the group."
Li Mo picked at her nails. She didn't expect him to speak so bluntly and harshly. After feeling embarrassed, she couldn't bear to offend Zhang Yang, so she just sneered and said, "I know. I'll go back and fix it later."
Zhang Yang lost interest in talking to her: "I have something else to do, so I won't chat with Miss Li anymore. Goodbye."
Li Mo's cheek muscles twitched, but she endured it and managed to maintain a polite attitude: "88."
Zhang Yang simply hung up the phone.
"Beep..." Li Mo heard the beeping sound coming from the phone, her face turned gloomy, she put the phone away and put her bag on her knees.
"Ms. Li, are we ready to go?" The driver in front saw her finish the call and asked softly through the rearview mirror.
Li Mo concealed the haze in her eyes and pursed her lips slightly: "Okay."
**
The next day.
Qiao Nian slept until twelve o'clock noon.
When she went downstairs, she saw Gu San had prepared lunch and placed it on the dining table, waiting for her to eat together.
The man in white home clothes was sitting on the sofa in the living room, flipping through the latest financial magazine. The cotton and linen casual pants on him outlined his long legs, and the simple home casual clothes made him look like a president in a TV drama getting up early in the morning.
Even the ray of sunlight shining in from the window favored him, gently falling on the ends of his hair, like adding another stroke of thick ink to the painting.
Qiao Nian has always appreciated beautiful things, otherwise he wouldn't be a designer.
So when she came down the spiral staircase and saw the scene below, she naturally slowed down her pace and even whistled loudly out of deep emotion.
"Swoosh~"
It's quite rogue.
There is a bit of unruly and carefreeness among the gangsters.
The noise she made startled the two people below. Gu San and Ye Wangchuan looked up at the same time and saw the girl with her hands in her pockets.
Especially when Ye Wangchuan bumped into her bright and deep eyes, he was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyebrows and greeted Qiao Nian meaningfully: "Good morning."
Qiao Nian had already walked down: "Good morning."
She opened the refrigerator door to get the ice water out, and someone reminded her: "Gu San made chicken soup for you, it's simmering in the kitchen."
Qiao Nian held a bottle of mineral water and prepared to unscrew the lid: "I'll drink it later."
Ye Wangchuan looked at her calmly with deep eyes: "You drank cold drinks, and if you drink hot drinks, you will have a stomachache."
Qiao Nian had already unscrewed the bottle cap and said disapprovingly: “Oh, then I’ll drink the soup later.”
After saying that, she tilted her head back and gulped down a few gulps of water to relieve the heat she felt after waking up.
After drinking half a bottle of ice water, Qiao Nian felt much better. She walked over with the mineral water in her hand and sat diagonally on the sofa with one leg propped up. She looked at the man as if she remembered something: "Didn't Chenchen say he would come in the morning?"
Ye Wangchuan flipped a page of the magazine, closed it, put it back on the coffee table, and said naturally: "He has to go to school."
"Hmm." Qiao Nian thought about the fact that today was Thursday, and nodded naturally, not taking it to heart.
It is normal for students to go to school on Thursdays.
Only Gu San secretly glanced in the direction of his own Master Wang when he heard the words, and felt that Master Wang was quite a bit of a bastard!
As a little bully in Beijing, Ye Qichen had been skipping classes since he was three years old, and later on he even stopped going to school.
(End of this chapter)