"?" Jiang Xianrou had never thought that he would be so disrespectful to her. She even heard the empty sound of a slap on her face. Her mind went blank for a moment. The blood in her body rushed to her brain. Her eyelashes trembled violently, and the blood color on her face faded. She was a little unsure and thought she had heard it wrongly: "Master Wang, I..."
Ye Wangchuan squinted his eyes lazily, suppressing the cruelty in his eyes: "Your face was given by Jiang Li. Jiang Li doesn't have this face in front of me. He doesn't even dare to tell me that this matter is over and he wants to solve it privately. Why do you think you can ask me for this face? Why do I seem to be easy to talk to recently?"
Ye Wangchuan has never been an easy person to talk to, or rather, everyone in Jing City knows that it is best not to use his connections to get help, as using the back door to beg for mercy will only lead to a more miserable death.
Jiang Xianrou has been flattered by Zhang Yang and others in Beijing in recent years. She has been spoiled a little and really feels that she is special in the eyes of this man.
At this moment, Jiang Xianrou's face seemed to be peeled off and slapped. She felt hot and smelly all over, and she stammered and wished she could dig a hole in the ground and crawl into it.
"I… "
Jiang Xianrou now deeply regretted making this self-humiliating phone call, and even more regretted agreeing to do Zhou Hengfeng a favor. After all, what did Zhou Wei have to do with her? She was also confused by Qiao Nian's blackmail, and now she had no idea how to save herself on the phone.
*
Upstairs, after blowing her hair, Qiao Nian casually walked to the desk and opened her laptop.
Just turned on.
Yuan Yongqin's message was sent over.
[I checked the Zhou family, and there are indeed some minor issues that have not been cleaned up. Don't worry, I have handed it over to Su Mo. I will definitely teach them a lesson this time so that they dare not bother you again.]
Qiao Nian glanced at the message sent by Yuan Yongqin, crossed his legs, looked distracted, put his hands on the table, tapped the keyboard with his fingertips, and logged into the Red Alliance software again.
There is an S logo in the red square, which is simple and recognizable.
As soon as she came online, the avatar of the thin waist control lit up. He immediately replied to her message and angrily scolded Zhou Hengfeng. He said that he had asked Zhou Hengfeng and he actually took the Trojan horse that the Red Alliance gave him to study and research outside to show off and asked Qiao Nian how to deal with it.
Qiao Nian raised the corners of his eyes, his distinct black and white pupils were quite indifferent, and without further ado, he went online and logged into the black market forum.
A pair of beautiful white hands were typing on the keyboard, and soon, a statement from the Red Alliance was sent over.
After sending the statement, she saw from the corner of her eye that her cell phone, which she had left on the bedside table, was lighting up again. Someone was calling.
The phone call just now was very annoying. Qiao Nian pursed her lips and leaned back in her chair. She stayed there for two seconds before getting up, walking over, bending over and picking up the phone.
See the caller ID.
She almost instantly suppressed the impatience in her eyes, and her whole aura softened. Her beautiful eyes were gentle and restrained, and she looked no different from an ordinary girl: "Hello, Aunt Chen...ah, in the evening?"
Qiao Nian raised his head, looked at the clock on the wall, then lowered his eyelids, paused, put his hands in his pockets, and said, "Well, eat, anything is fine. I'm not picky about food. I'll eat whatever you make."
"Okay, I'll be right there. Wait for me and I'll tell you when I get there."
She listened patiently to the woman on the other end of the phone talking on and on, and finally put down the phone after she hung up.
(End of this chapter)