Chapter 587 Still worried that Qiao Nian would hear it
Qiao Nian propped up her chin and heard that Gu San was still talking to Ye Wangchuan about the rough stone and the Red Alliance, so she put away her laziness and answered him.
[sun: This time it was an accident, don’t worry, there won’t be a next time.]
She didn't know how to repay a favor before, so those rough stones were considered a partial return of favor.
Qiao Nian logged out of the software after replying the message, with no intention of coming back. The Slender Waist Controller has always been the talkative one among the group. I don’t know what he does all day long. He is very idle all day long, no matter who is in the group.
Even if she talked to him, he could keep the other person chatting for two hours. He had such a good reputation that she didn't want to be entangled with him as a two-tongue.
She exited Hongmeng's software first, then made a phone call.
When Qiao Nian saw the caller ID, she put aside the relaxed and carefree expression on her face, became more serious, picked up the phone, put it to her ear, and answered the call: "Hello."
Her voice doesn't belong to Qiao Ai, Wu Jie's voice is that of a soft little girl. For some unknown reason, her voice is hoarse.
But that kind of nice muteness, the slowed down tone of voice, it sounds like you want to play with the cello strings, it's inexplicably sultry.
Ye Wangchuan was still on the phone with Gu San, but when Gu San told him about the batch of goods, he became distracted.
"Master Wan, why did I hear Miss Qiao's voice? Are you with Miss Qiao?" Gu San was very alert because what he was talking about was very important, so he shut up immediately and stopped mentioning Hongmeng.
He didn't talk about the matters in the illegal area, and didn't talk about the internal affairs of the Nine Institutes. He said: "Then I will tell you when you come back."
It's not that he was on guard against Qiao Nian, but in his heart, no matter how powerful Qiao Nian was, she was only a little more powerful than ordinary female high school students.
Things like the ones they came into contact with, including the Nine Chinese Institutes, the Red League, and the Illegal Zone, would probably have never been heard of by ordinary people.
It's not that he looks down on Qiao Nian, it's just that there are some things that he thinks Qiao Nian is not at a level that he can relate to.
Moreover, these things were too private, and many big families in the capital wanted to know. He was afraid that Qiao Nian would leak it after hearing it and casually chatting with classmates, and it would be very troublesome for them to deal with it later...
When Ye Wangchuan heard what he said cautiously, he knew what he was worried about, but he had not yet found out the relationship between Qiao Nian and Sun. Even if he found out, he would not reveal it without the consent of the person involved.
So I didn't stop him. I gave a low voice of gratitude and pressed the car phone.
The car suddenly became quiet.
I heard the sound of a girl talking on the phone over there.
"Now? Nothing happened. I went to see Uncle Chen today. He was not in good condition. I chatted with his doctor for a few words and planned to go back and check overseas information to see if there are any similar cases... Very serious? Hmm... I
You can go there. When?"
Ye Wangchuan heard her low voice chatting familiarly with the person on the other end, and finally hung up the phone.
When Qiao Nian hung up the phone, he raised his eyebrows slightly and said calmly: "What happened?"
Qiao Nian just put down the phone, turned his head, and faced him with her delicate and beautiful face, and said irritably: "The old man in my friend's family is sick. I heard that the illness is very serious. He hopes that I can go and take a look at him. I will go there tomorrow.
A trip to Beijing."
Is her friend from Beijing?
Ye Wangchuan looked surprised, but not particularly surprised. He was just wondering why her friend didn't invite her out for dinner when she went to Beijing to take an exam this time.