Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Chapter 5676: Still don’t care what your girlfriend thinks

Qiao Nian spread her legs and sat on the sofa. She first took out the mobile phone Eleanor gave her and looked at it.

There were three missed calls and several text messages on it.

Among them, Pierre made two missed calls to her three hours ago, and Eleanor made another missed call to her an hour ago.

Qiao Nian's eyelashes drooped and her pupils were deep. She didn't rush to answer the phone, but opened a few text messages with her white hand.

Sure enough, it was from these two people.

Pierre is much more straightforward.

After she didn't answer the phone, he sent her three text messages asking her what she was doing, why she didn't answer the phone, and asking her to call her back.

Qiao Nian raised an eyebrow and glanced at it. After scanning the text message, he deleted it without any intention of replying.

She clicked on the bottom line of Eleanor's text message. Eleanor was much more generous, and clearly stated the reason for calling her in the text message.

It was explained that Bethea had complained, and he made it clear that he was on her side. Then at the end of the text message, he mentioned that there would be a party in two days, and he hoped to invite her to attend, and also sent the venue.

Qiao Nian clicked on the address and looked at it, then took out the satellite computer in her bag and checked where the address Eleanor gave her was.

After checking the address, Qiao Nian clicked her fingers and considered replying the message for a few seconds.

[hxs: I don’t want to go. 】

[hxs: It has nothing to do with you. 】

[hxs: I just don’t like places with many people. 】

[hxs: Also, thank you. 】

[hxs: I will handle the conflicts in the laboratory, so you don’t have to worry. 】

After Qiao Nian finished replying to the text message, she leaned on the sofa and put the notebook by her legs. She bent over and took out a bubble candy from her bag, peeled it open and threw it into her mouth, chewing it with a nonchalant look on her face.

At this time, the mobile phone she had left on the other side lit up.

Qiao Nian glanced sideways, took the phone and looked down. Then she saw a message from an unknown number.

"Reached?"

The string of numbers she knew by heart from the day before yesterday was dropped at the end of the text message, revealing the identity of the person who sent her the message.

Qiao Nian bit into pieces of soda candy in her mouth, and the orange-flavored candy exploded in her taste buds. It was too sweet and tasted sour and vinegary.

It took her five minutes to reply: "You said you sent me a message at night, just to ask if I was home?"

The man on the other end responded immediately as if he was waiting for her message with his cell phone: "I hope you are safe."

"Ha." Qiao Nian laughed angrily, clicking her fingers to edit the message.

"I don't see how affectionate you are."

"Looking at your age, you should have a girlfriend? Why, you stay up late at night and send me messages here to worry about my safety. Aren't you afraid that your girlfriend will be unhappy?"

Qiao Nian couldn't suppress the fire burning in her eyes, so she immediately sent a message without any warmth.

"Still, you don't care what your girlfriend thinks!"

After Qiao Nian sent the message, there was no movement there. She didn't know if she didn't see it or because something happened and she didn't have time to reply.

She didn't want to care. She threw away the satellite phone irritably, covered her eyes with her hands, and tried to control her emotions with self-control.

She doesn't like the feeling of being led by others, and she doesn't like people and things that can influence her emotions and affect her judgment.

But she had to admit it.

She was influenced, and acted impulsively for this man twice in a row, changed her original plan, and was led by his nose.

Qiao Nian rubbed her nose irritably and had already adjusted her mood, but there was still a ball of manic-depressive fire in her chest, which was not strong but burning in her heart.