Fake daughters are wealthy

Ye Wangchuan watched the girl's back go out, and lazily threw away the Pai Gow in his hand, biting the smoking cessation stick, turned his head, and casually said to the table: "You guys play."

While waving to Qin Si, the eye-catching eyebrows were arrogant, and a little careless: "Come and help me play a game."

Qin Si got up unwillingly, and walked towards his position: "I'm here to play games, but you insist on letting me play cards. What's the point of playing cards?"

Ye Wangchuan ignored his complaints, and after giving him the seat, he jumped over the crowd and followed Qiao Nian out.

*

Outside the Lanting Corridor, Qiao Nian came out to get some air, and leaned against the wall to play with his mobile phone.

She had just played games with Qin Si and the others for two hours in five rows. The body of the phone was slightly hot, but the battery was not used up much.

Compared with Qin Si and the others, her mobile phone seems to have a particularly durable battery.

The people who come to Lanting are either rich or expensive, and they are all from the upper circles of Beijing. They usually wear unusual clothes. In this case, the girls are wearing a white T-shirt and jeans, and they are casually stepping on a pair of canvas The shoes look a bit garish.

But Qiao Nian was wearing a peaked cap, looking down at the phone, almost covering his chin.

She stood in a very aggressive posture, with her long legs propped against the wall, her whole body in a nonchalant manner, her white jade-like fingers resting on her mobile phone, and the faint white light of the mobile phone shone on the brim of her hat.

Qiao Nian clicked on WeChat.

Except for the messages sent to her by a few people in Class A of the third year of high school.

Jiang Li finally replied to her message.

【fine. 】

The news came from 5 minutes ago, when Qiao Nian just came out of the box, he just replied.

Qiao Nian tightened her finger on the phone slightly, her black eyes seemed to be thinking about something, and she pulled the dialog up.

The last message was sent by her.

two hours ago.

She asked Jiang Li what he was doing and if he had encountered any troubles.

It took nearly two hours for Jiang Li to get back to her. The reply was very simple, even a little hasty. It felt like he hurriedly took the time to get back to her after receiving her message, and he didn't even have time to type two more words.

Qiao Nian squinted his eyes halfway, his brows were dry, and he found out Jiang Zongjin's WeChat avatar. It was the fourth day, and there was still no new message.She pursed her lips and sent Jiang Li another message.

【QN: Where? 】

The message is sent successfully in seconds.

There was no movement from Jiang Li for a long time, as if he didn't see it.

Qiao Nian held her temper quite well and didn't rush in. While looking through other news, she waited for Jiang Li to reply to her.

I thought that Jiang Li would only reply in two hours after the last message, and she would have to wait at least an hour or two, but I didn't expect Jiang Li to return very quickly this time.

Ding.

Qiao Nian saw the WeChat reminder from Jiang Li pop up, she relaxed her shoulders, leaned against the wall, hooked her head, and clicked slowly.

The message is still in the style of the previous one, and it can be seen that he is in a hurry.

[Liangjiang City.Didn't I tell you before that I'm going to record a variety show, and I've been busy recording programs these days. 】

Before Qiao read back to him.

Jiang Li showed that he was typing again.

Then, a new message came.

[Nian Nian, I won't tell you anymore, the director called me.I probably don't have time to send you messages these two days. I have to turn off my phone to record the show. I'll tell you when I come back. 】

After the news came, Jiang Li did not move again, as if confirming what he said, the recording program was confiscated by the program team.

Qiao Nian's eyes dimmed. The half-typed messages were not sent out. She slowly deleted the half-typed messages one by one. She pursed her lips, not knowing what she was thinking.