Chapter 83: Sister Nian's Second Vest
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Qiao Nian Ye Wang Chuan
Qiao Chen held her arm, smiled intimately, lowered her eyes as if she didn't care, and said softly: "Jingwei, don't say that. I am also happy for her that she did well in the exam. Let's go, let's go back .”
Zhao Jingwei: "You don't buy pens anymore?"
Qiao Yanshui looked at the students of Class A who were crowded around the canteen, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes: "I won't buy it, I will borrow your pen first."
"Ok."
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In classrooms.
Qiao Nian leaned back on the chair, with cold eyes, and found a hidden software in the phone. The software was a simple red square, and upon closer inspection, the letter S was written on it.
Almost everyone on the road knows this letter, S, Hongmeng.An alliance integrating hackers, selling news, ores, etc.
I do almost any business, and I almost don’t do any 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 everyone.
Qiao Nian opened the software with her pale fingers, and a dialog box popped up.
She enters the account password.
A small prompt pops up immediately in the dialog box:
The group was quiet for three seconds, and the pot exploded immediately.
Qiao Nian watched them bickering inside, narrowed his eyes with interest, and typed quickly with his fingers.
Qiao Nian posted a picture.
Qiao Nian lowered her eyes.
Fingers fly.
After Qiao Nian replied to the message, he stopped watching their chat and exited the software directly.
A strange thing happened, as soon as she exited the chat software, the software with the small red square had messages on the mobile phone page, as if it didn't exist.
She had just put the phone back into her shoulder bag, when Shen Qingqing and the others happily bought popsicles and came back.
Qiao Nian poured out a small sugar pill from the gum, threw it into his mouth, and chewed it slowly.
Leaning on the chair, squinting his eyes, the tails of his eyes are angry, casually thinking about what happened yesterday.
Uncle Chen's spine couldn't wait anymore. 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 help him treat it with Uncle Chen.
Almost at the same time.
Ye Wangchuan brought Ye Qichen back to the hospital with big and small bags of breakfast, pushed open the door of the ward, the quilt had been refolded neatly, the person sleeping on the bed and her belongings were gone.
Zhao Jingwei: "You don't buy pens anymore?"
Qiao Yanshui looked at the students of Class A who were crowded around the canteen, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes: "I won't buy it, I will borrow your pen first."
"Ok."
*
In classrooms.
Qiao Nian leaned back on the chair, with cold eyes, and found a hidden software in the phone. The software was a simple red square, and upon closer inspection, the letter S was written on it.
Almost everyone on the road knows this letter, S, Hongmeng.An alliance integrating hackers, selling news, ores, etc.
I do almost any business, and I almost don’t do any 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 everyone.
Qiao Nian opened the software with her pale fingers, and a dialog box popped up.
She enters the account password.
A small prompt pops up immediately in the dialog box:
The group was quiet for three seconds, and the pot exploded immediately.
Qiao Nian watched them bickering inside, narrowed his eyes with interest, and typed quickly with his fingers.
Qiao Nian posted a picture.
Qiao Nian lowered her eyes.
Fingers fly.
After Qiao Nian replied to the message, he stopped watching their chat and exited the software directly.
A strange thing happened, as soon as she exited the chat software, the software with the small red square had messages on the mobile phone page, as if it didn't exist.
She had just put the phone back into her shoulder bag, when Shen Qingqing and the others happily bought popsicles and came back.
Qiao Nian poured out a small sugar pill from the gum, threw it into his mouth, and chewed it slowly.
Leaning on the chair, squinting his eyes, the tails of his eyes are angry, casually thinking about what happened yesterday.
Uncle Chen's spine couldn't wait anymore. 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 help him treat it with Uncle Chen.
Almost at the same time.
Ye Wangchuan brought Ye Qichen back to the hospital with big and small bags of breakfast, pushed open the door of the ward, the quilt had been refolded neatly, the person sleeping on the bed and her belongings were gone.
