Qiao thought of accepting it at once.
Nie Qingru took a deep breath and asked, "Did you send me that video?"
"Why don't you ask Li Mo? She has done so much for you, and you don't care about how she is doing after returning home."
Qiao Nian pulled out a chair and sat down again, nonchalantly.
Nie Qingru hated the way she spoke, which was similar to Ji Wuxuan's, the kind of arrogance that made her look down on everyone.
She was provoked and subconsciously lowered her voice: "She is just a chess piece of mine. No, she is not even qualified to be my chess piece. Why should I care about her life or death... Would you care about a speck of dust that fell on the chessboard?"
If Qiao Nian hadn't been holding the can of Coke in her hand, she would have almost stood up and applauded her.
yes.
In her eyes, Ji Qing is a chess piece, and Li Mo is also a chess piece.
These people were just insignificant dust on her chessboard. How could she, a high-ranking chess player, care about the disappearance of a speck of dust
"You're right." Qiao Nian suddenly agreed.
Nie Qingru became alert instead: "What do you want to do?"
Qiao Nian put the Coke on the table, looked at the draft paper he hadn't finished, and said slowly: "I don't care about the life or death of a speck of dust."
"So you asked me if I sent you the video, yes, I did."
"Why did you do that?!"
"You just gave me the reason - who cares about a speck of dust that fell on the chessboard? I just want to tell you, don't mess with me, or I can't do anything to you. It'll only take a few minutes to crush him to death."
"you… "
Nie Qingru on the other end of the phone was obviously very angry. Her rapid breathing could be heard in the current flow, as well as the voice of the person next to her whispering comforts.
Qiao Nian guessed that the shadow was beside her, so she picked up the phone, put it to her ear, and whispered again: "Since she is not feeling well, let her call me less." Nie Qingru's breathing on the other end of the phone became heavier, probably because she was angry with her again.
Qiao Nian was too lazy to waste words with her, so he simply hung up the phone and added Nie Qingru's new number to the blacklist.
She looked up at the time again and found that it was almost seven o'clock.
Qiao Nian saw the message she had just received on WeChat.
[Y: I’ll come down to eat after I’m done.]
[QN: ]
Qiao Nian replied with a period, tidied up the things on the table, threw all the crumpled paper balls into the trash can, then pulled out a chair, stretched his body to stretch his neck, and prepared to go downstairs.
*
Ye Wangchuan had already prepared the base soup downstairs.
The red oil soup was cooked exactly according to Qiao Nian's taste and was being heated on the induction cooker. The room was filled with the tempting aroma of hot pot.
Gu San, Ji Nan and Guan Yan all had their appetites aroused by the aroma and they waited several times to be called to the table to eat.
But since Ye Wangchuan didn't move, the three of them couldn't go to the table.
Just when Guan Yan couldn't wait any longer, he stood up and said, "I'll go upstairs to see when Sun will come down."
Qiao Nian appeared coming down from the second floor.
"Miss Qiao!" Gu San shouted happily and ran into the kitchen to get some freshly squeezed juice.
Ji Nan also stood up and breathed a sigh of relief, saying, "Finally I'm down. I thought I had to wait until eight o'clock to eat today."
He glanced in a certain direction as he spoke.
Ye Wangchuan sat there steadily, not even glancing in his direction, completely ignoring him, his eyes always following the girl who was coming down.
(End of this chapter)