Tired Lord, your wife is a boss

282 The eve of the banquet
"What's the matter?" Red Snake approached suspiciously.

"The interior of the Yujing Garden system was deleted first!" Leng Juan sneered, and his sharp eyes fell on the screen.

"How could this be?" Red Snake was shocked.

Dare to call this wild organization, there are people who can race cars and professional hackers?
If so, what kind of wild organization is it called?
They are almost catching up with the talents in Morun Pavilion.

There was a trace of resentment in the cold and tired black eyes, it seemed that he was negligent.

Qiao Yimo raised the corners of his mouth, looked at the computer screen with satisfaction, then deleted the login trace, and turned off the computer.

Fortunately, she blocked Mo Runge's account before he found her information.

Qiao Yimo raised her eyebrows, a trace of disdain flashed in her eyes, she thought the people in Morun Pavilion were so powerful.
They were played by themselves twice, they should be very angry.

And the study on the other side.

Looking at the account footprints left by hackers on the screen, why does it feel familiar?
The man's slender fingers tapped regularly on the table, making noises. Suddenly, the incident that the Morunge system was hacked a while ago flashed through his mind.

Could it be that the same person was behind the scenes last time and this time?
The corners of Leng Juan's mouth hooked slightly, revealing an evil spirit.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door outside the study.

"It's me, Lord Tired!"

"come in!"

A low, hoarse voice sounded slowly.

Black Snake opened the door and walked in.

"How is the investigation?" The man's voice was a little cold.

"Master Juan, we just went to investigate the evidence of alibi for those people, so we didn't find out!"

"Oh?" The man was taken aback for a moment, and a trace of cold anger flashed across his calm face.

Black Snake bowed ninety degrees, respectfully said: "Master Tired, I'm sorry, we are useless!"

Hearing this, Leng Juan tapped the table with his fingertips, and his brows and eyes returned to calm, "It's fine if they don't make any noise in S City! I can't blame you for this."

It seems that this person hides it very well.

There is actually information that the Leng family can't find.

There was a hint of playfulness in the man's deep eyes.

The next morning.

There were two people lying on the big white bed.

The lazy golden light of the morning sun shone on the bed, making it extremely warm and comfortable.

The silk quilt on the bed felt cool, making the two bodies entangled more and more tightly.

Qiao Yimo fell into a drowsy sleep, and her body felt hot.

She just felt as if something was pressing against her waist, it was horrible, it was uncomfortable!

So, in a daze, she moved to the empty seat next to the bed.

The man behind him opened his lazy eyes and narrowed his eyes in displeasure, his voice was low and dangerous, "Momo, I'm about to fall out of bed!"

Hearing this, Qiao Yimo opened her eyes dimly, woke up from the sweet dream, met the man's deep black eyes, and said in a light voice, "You have to squeeze me into such a small bed, are you sick? "

A 1.8-meter-high bed was just big enough for her to sleep alone. She never thought that this tall, 1.8-meter-[-]-meter man insisted on squeezing her.

What an uncomfortable sleep!

Having said that, instead of being angry, the man chuckled, pulled her from the bed into his arms, and teased, "Well, I'm sick, and you can only cure it!"

"Boring!" Qiao Yimo had no expression on her face, but she didn't push the man away with her hands, but fell asleep in his arms a few seconds after she finished speaking.

The corners of Leng Juan's mouth curled up fondly, and his eyes were as tender as water.

Suddenly, the harmonious picture was awakened by a mobile phone ringing.

Leng Juan turned his head and touched Qiao Yimo's forehead, "Hey, your phone is ringing."

Hearing this, Qiao Yimo immediately woke up from her sleep, fearing that the call would be picked up by a man.

She was afraid that someone from the organization would call her, and if she was picked up by a man, she would reveal her truth.

"Hello?" Qiao Yimo took the phone from Leng Juan, and a cold voice rang out.

"Miss Liang Yin, Mr. Hibbert will hold a banquet this Saturday, could you please do me a favor?" A familiar voice rang on the other end of the phone.

This person is Hibbert's assistant.

Qiao Yimo hesitated for half a second, "Let's see it again!"

The so-called banquet is probably the banquet for the heir.

And the protagonist of the banquet is Qiao Anchu.

"okay!"

The assistant was a little surprised. Originally, he and Mr. Hibbert didn't have any hope, but he really didn't expect that she would agree with half-heartedness.

"I'll hang up first!"

Qiao Yimo felt a strong gaze looking at her from behind.So, she didn't want to talk.

"what happened?"

Seeing that she hung up the phone, Leng Juan wrapped her slender and powerful arms around her slender waist, her voice was somewhat seductive and seductive, and even her lips and hands began to feel restless.

"No, it's nothing." Before Qiao Yimo could turn her head, she felt a hand protruding from under her pajamas.

She was in a daze for a few seconds, blushing, "Don't, don't touch there."

When the servant cleaning the corridor outside the door passed by, his face blushed.

Mr. Tired and Ms. Qiao are fighting each other early in the morning, but they are really affectionate!

And the other side of Qiao's house.

Qiao Anchu was discussing the banquet with Hibbert's assistant.

There will be many people at the banquet, and Qiao Anchu also has a task, which is to play piano music live, so that everyone can get to know her again.

At this time, Qiao Anchu was rehearsing at the banquet.

The piano that Hibbert gave her last time was also brought to the scene.

Qiao Anchu was in a daze, and the people present were very polite and respectful, which made her feel in a trance.

"Miss Qiao, are you satisfied with this lighting?"

"Miss Qiao, how about this shooting angle? Hibbert will invite a group of photographers over then!"

"Miss Qiao, how about the position of the piano? Does the shadow affect your performance?"

For a moment, all the staff cheered and hugged, and Qiao Anchu felt a little proud and arrogant.

A flash of fantasy flashed through her mind, and she was very much looking forward to the dinner on Saturday.

Now that she is only recognized by Hibbert, everyone treats her so respectfully. If she really becomes the heir to the royal music of country Y, I don't know how everyone will flatter her.

"Miss Joe?"

"Miss Joe?"

The staff called Qiao Anchu several times, but Qiao Anchu didn't answer, just stood there blankly, not knowing what was going on in his mind.

In the end, it was the staff who came forward and patted her awake.

Qiao Anchu was taken aback by the people behind, and a trance flashed in his eyes.

"What's the matter?" She asked with a bit of displeasure, not caring at all whether there was anyone around to monitor her.

"Mr. Hibbert said that your choice of music is not very good. You need to go back and choose it as our opening song!" The staff said according to Hibbert.

(End of this chapter)