Chapter 225 You Want to Slap Your Face when You Miss Sister

"fine."

Qiao Nian raised his eyes and stood in a different position: "Don't you want to know how big my birthday is, who I want to invite, and in which box?"

Joey:  …

She just asked casually, in fact, she didn't bother to know at all.

"Yes, yes."

Looking at her hypocritical expression, Qiao Nian had already guessed what she was thinking, and the cold light flashed across her eyes like shooting stars.

The voice was deep and hoarse.

"You'll find out by the weekend."

What's the meaning?

Qiao An's heart suddenly twitched, and he jumped up inexplicably, always feeling a bad premonition.

Parents and grandma are here on weekends, so there shouldn't be any problems, right?

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After separating from Qiao Yan, Qiao Nian went straight across the road, opened the Phaeton's door, and bent over to sit on it.

He slammed the door shut.

Ye Wuchuan heard the sound of the car door banging, raised his brows, put down the laptop he was using, and turned his head to talk to her: "What's wrong, you're so angry."

Qiao Nian pursed his lips, his eyes flashed over Hanmang, a little annoyed: "I met a mad dog on the road."

"..." What kind of mad dog could make her so angry?

Ye Wuchuan was a little curious, looked at her with narrow eyes, smiled slightly, quite a gentleman, but what he said was a little bloodthirsty: "Do you want me to help you clean up?"

Did he help himself clean up Qiao Yan?

Qiao Nian blinked, the nausea in his chest dissipated a lot, leaning on the back of the chair, the profile of his profile was smooth and three-dimensional, and the beauty was sassy: "Forget it, I like to beat the dog by myself."

What's more, it's about Chenchen, she doesn't want to rely on others.

Her eyes were deep and deep: "It's better to do things like beating dogs by yourself, lest they forget the pain when they heal, and next time I see you, they dare to run up to you and bark."

For example, Qiao Yan, who avoided her a few days ago, dared to run in front of her today, although Qiao Yan couldn't figure it out, at most a few sour words, it was disgusting enough.

"I really don't need my help?" Ye Wuchuan still had a little regret.

Qiao Nian was in a much better mood after getting in the car, so he said, "No, I'll come in person."

She would soon be able to find witnesses in that corridor of the city hospital.

If Chenchen was really pushed down by Qiao Yan, then she would not let Qiao Yan go.

She said that she can make Qiao's family and Qiao anger go to heaven, and she can also make them fall back to reality.

Although there is no absolute evidence that Qiao Yan pushes Chen Chen up yet, Chen Chen is still lying on the hospital bed doing rehabilitation treatment every day, but the Qiao family and Qiao Yan are already happily preparing for their birthday.

What should I say, if Qiao Yan didn't shake in front of her, it would be fine, but after shaking it, it was inexplicably a little...an eyesore!

Ding.

Just then a message flashed on the phone.

Qiao Nian lowered his neck and glanced.

The light-white fingers opened the dialog box.

The first is a message she sent earlier.

[QN: Do you want to come to dinner? 】

The latter one is the other party's reply to her.

[Nie: Time and place. 】

Qiao Nian posted the address of Shui Xie Xuan, and then leaned on the back seat and closed his eyes.

She has recently been investigating Chenchen's affairs, as well as Hongmeng's affairs. She is very busy. She can't go to bed until three in the morning every night, and she has to get up and go to school in the morning.

After a few days, she could see red blood in her eyes.

"I'll squint for a while."

Ye Wuchuan saw her sleeping beside him unprepared, her drooping profile was snow-white and good-looking, her thick eyelashes were curled up, and she was too obedient.

He suddenly raised his thin lips, put his hands on his knees, and said in a low voice, "By the way, what kind of birthday present do you want?"

Qiao Nian has been too tired these days. He closed his eyes and was dazed. Hearing this, his brows and hearts rose. He seemed annoyed by his harassment. He muttered with red lips, "Whatever!"