Fake daughters are wealthy

"hiss."

The bruised knee felt stinging when it came into contact with the alcohol. She only took a deep breath at first, but then endured without making any sound, and then wiped the wet water stains near the wound with a cotton swab.

Qiao Nian quickly sterilized and applied medicine to her wounds, and she tied up some places with large scratches with gauze.

However, she tied it very casually, just to avoid friction between the wound and the fabric of the clothes, far less careful than that of professional medical staff.

It took more than an hour for Qiao Nian to finish all this.

For more than an hour, she held back the whole process by herself, and never cried out that she was tired or hurt.

Qiao Nian had just finished treating the wound and hadn't pulled on her bathrobe when she saw the phone screen on the desk light up and Ye Wangchuan called.

She quickly pulled up the bathrobe to cover the traces of gauze, and went to the window to pick it up.

"Hey."

Just by listening to her tone, no one could tell that she was hurt.

Ye Wangchuan opened it, seeing that her hair was still wet and hanging on her shoulders, she couldn't tell anything unusual: "I heard what Gu San said."

The moment Qiao Nian saw his phone call, he knew that he must have heard Gu San talk about the incident at the entrance of the First Research Institute: "It was an accident."

When she was walking, the bruised knee still hurt a little, Qiao Nian subconsciously frowned, and soon relaxed: "I've already taken care of it."

To her it was just a tiny little expression.

Few people would notice Qiao Nian's expression change in an instant, but Ye Wangchuan was not one of them.

When he saw Qiao Nian walking half a beat slower than usual, he realized that she might be injured.

But he didn't expose it, but followed Qiao's words: "Do you know who is behind it?"

Qiao Nian sat on the edge of the bed, paying attention to the angle at which he held the phone, so as not to let him see the chafing medicine on the desk that he hadn't had time to clean up.

"knowledge."

She leaned lazily on the side of the bed, looking a little careless and cold, but there was a coldness in her eyes: "People from the hidden family."

Ye Wangchuan thought she didn't want to talk.

In the next second, the girl lazily said her name.

"Zhai Xicheng."

Ye Wangchuan narrowed his eyes, his eyes became dangerous: "I'll arrange a few people to protect you nearby."

Let's talk about the rest when he comes back.

Who knew that Qiao Nian said indifferently: "Some time ago, I had someone shoot him down from the high seas. He just wanted to give me a warning and tell me that he is different from the people I met before."

The mercenary said he didn't want to kill her, Qiao Nian believed it.

Because if the other party wanted her life at the beginning, they could shoot or attack her with a knife when the motorcycle rushed over.

Then her injury will be much worse than now!

But the mercenary didn't do that, he just accelerated and ran towards her.

Motorcycles are no better than cars. With the same impact force, motorcycles can at most cause serious injuries or disabilities, and it is indeed difficult to be fatal.

Zhai Xicheng just wanted to teach her a lesson.

It is also a form of provocation.

But in the current Independence Continent, few people dare to take his job.

Zhai Xicheng's mind is flexible enough, thinking of finding an underground organization, and doing it so cleanly, if it wasn't for his opponent, Qiao Nian would appreciate him.

Smart, vindictive, gutsy and daring to do it.

Qiao Nian's blood became excited. "I have already asked Guan Yan to check him, and I will find out his whereabouts soon, and I should return him a gift bag at that time.".