Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

  Chapter 97 Is this also the concern of the elders?

  Gu San saw everything through the rearview mirror, and almost couldn't hold the steering wheel firmly.

  I’m so shameless, I’m so shameless, this kind of nonsense can be said with open eyes.

  You put Ms. Qiao in the car, also called your brother’s concern for your sister?

  You are sultrying!

  He thought so in his heart, he didn't dare to say at all, and kept peeking at the two people in the rearview mirror.

  Qiao Nian was stunned for a moment, his eyes flashed with doubts, is this kind of concern for the elders for the younger ones?

She was still thinking about it. Ye Wangchuan had already leaned back and retracted Bidong’s arm. It looked like nothing had happened. He leaned in the seat lazily and casually, with his beautiful hands on his knees and between the wrist bones. The twisted string of Buddhist beads has a different style.

  He patted the place beside him, and said to the girl who hadn’t reacted: "Come here, sit down."

  That voice was lazy and deep and seductive.

  The oppressive feeling on Qiao Nian's body disappeared, and the irritation in his heart also disappeared a lot. After straightening up and sitting upright, he heard him say.

  "The school also called your brother and grandpa. They knew that your hand was injured today. Your brother will come back later. Your grandpa is not in good health. See who he asks to come back."

Qiao Nian suddenly forgot what had happened. His dark eyes stared at him, his eyes were mad, a little irritable, and more of a loss of what to do with this situation: "I just scratched my arm. Nothing. It must be so big."

  She was often injured before, and she wouldn’t find out Qiao Weimin.

   Even if I find it occasionally, I can ask her a few words at most, asking her where she went crazy, for fear that she would lose the face of Qiao's family when she fights with others.

  It doesn’t care whether her injury is serious or not, and she needs to see a doctor.

Only Aunt Chen in the whole family would secretly bring medicated liquor to her room to apply medicine to her at night, and gently told her that she was a girl, and be careful when playing in the future. Don't hurt yourself, in case you get scars. It doesn't look good in skirts when you grow up.

Ye Wangchuan's eyelids were drooping, looking handsome and calm. Qiao Nian didn't notice the bloodthirsty wrapped in the depths of his eyes: "You should say that fortunately you just got a bruise on your arm this time. Smashed it on you, otherwise it won’t be so easy today.”

  Qiao Nian:...

  She doesn’t understand. Is this also the concern of the elders?

  How did she feel that his care and Jiang Li's care seemed a bit different? As for the difference, she couldn't tell.

   just feels different.

Seeing her frowning and not speaking, Ye Wangchuan thought that she was still entangled in this matter if it would cause trouble, and he narrowed his eyes and said to her: "You were almost killed in a middle school. It's a big trouble, look at it, the First Middle School must give you an explanation, and that person must also be found. Not only does your grandfather worry about it, but I also worry about it."

  Qiao read: "Actually, I probably guessed who it was, but there is no final evidence, so I'm not sure for the time being."

  Qiao Jiao stepped up inexplicably today to help the murderer speak, and told the school not to check it down. This incident was inherently weird.

   Ye Wangchuan saw her slipping down a strand of broken hair, and he thoughtfully lifted her to the back of her ears before withdrawing her hand. She was lazy but very strong all over her body: "Evidence this thing, if you want to check it, you will find it sooner or later."

  "The principal of your school is a smart person, he will do his best to find out this matter, otherwise the school will only carry the pot for the people behind it!"

  Professor Dajiang of Tsinghua University is going to give lectures at No. 1 Middle School, and gilding the school. The school will not offend her dad for a student.

  (End of this chapter)