Qiao Ai held her arm, smiled intimately, lowered his eyes as if he didn't care, and said softly: "Jingwei, don't say that. She did well in the exam and I am happy for her. Let's go back. ”
Zhao Jingwei: "You don't want to buy a pen anymore?"
Qiao's angry eyes looked at the Class A students who were crowding around the canteen, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes: "I don't want to buy it, I'll borrow your pen first."
"All right."
*
In classrooms.
Qiao Nian leaned back on the chair, her eyes shrouded in coldness, and she pulled out a hidden software in her phone. The software was just a simple red square. If you look closely, you could see the letter S written on it.
Almost everyone in the gang knows this letter, S, Hongmeng. An alliance integrating hackers, selling information, ores, etc.
I do almost any business, and I do almost no business. Doing business depends on two words: mood.
Doing things is both good and evil. In the gray area between black and white, almost everyone in the Red League knows about it.
Qiao Nian opened the software with her green fingers, and a dialog box popped up.
She enters her account password.
A small prompt immediately popped up in the dialog box: [sun is online.]
The group was quiet for three seconds and then exploded.
[Daji plays with me: Damn it, am I not dazzled? The boss is online?]
[Slim Waist Control: It’s raining red from the sky.]
[Guan Yan: Has our system been breached by outsiders? Xiaoyao, please check.]
[Slim waist control:...]
[Slim waist control: How many times do I have to tell you before I understand that I am here to control my waist, not my waist!]
[Guan Yan: It doesn’t matter. Let’s check if your software has crashed. The boss's account has been hacked.]
[Slim waist control: Get the hell out of here!]
Qiao Nian watched them bickering inside, narrowed his eyes with interest, and typed quickly with his fingers. [sun: It’s me.]
[Daji plays with me: Is he really the boss? The sun has not come out from the west, boss, why are you willing to bubble?]
[sun: Help me check something.]
Qiao Nian sent a picture.
[Slim waist control: Is this a rare material? All countries have strict controls. Why are you looking for this, boss?]
Qiao Nian lowered his eyes.
Fingers are fast.
[sun: I am useful. Help me find where to find it in China. No matter the cost, I can get some as soon as possible.]
[Slim waist control: Okay, let me check first. This thing is difficult to get, and it’s not a matter of money. I’ll find out where you can find it first and then get back to you.]
[sun: OK.]
After Qiao Nian replied to the message, she stopped watching their chat and exited the software directly.
A strange thing happened. As soon as she exited the chat software, the red square software appeared on the mobile phone page, as if it didn't exist.
She had just put her phone back into her shoulder bag when Shen Qingqing and the others came back laughing and buying popsicles.
Qiao Nian poured a small sugar pill out of the chewing gum, threw it into her mouth, and chewed it slowly.
While leaning on the chair, squinting his eyes, his eyes filled with anger, he thought about yesterday's events casually.
Uncle Chen's spine couldn't wait any longer. She remembered that the little guy on the 8th floor seemed to be limping with his left foot when he walked yesterday. When she got the thing, she would check it for him to see if he could use it. If possible, I will work with Uncle Chen to treat him.
Almost at the same time.
Ye Wangchuan returned to the hospital with Ye Qichen carrying large and small bags of breakfast. When he opened the ward door, the quilt had been folded neatly again, and the person sleeping on the bed and her belongings were gone.
(End of chapter)