Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Chapter 5690 Sister Nian: Did I promise you not to be angry?

"Who allowed you to come in?" The towering figure like a pine and cypress stood in front of her and was completely covered, leaving no chance for intruders to spy on her.

One Eye noticed that there was someone hiding behind him. Before he could take a closer look, he met the man's sharp, deep eyes that seemed to have substance.

He instantly retracted his gaze, lowered his head and whispered: "The eldest lady heard that you are here, and asked someone to come and ask if they can see you."

"Where is she?" The man said in a low and cold voice.

One Eye replied: "Miss, I'll be waiting for you at the coffee seat in the lobby on the first floor."

He whispered again: "Earl, do you want to see me?"

After a while.

He heard the answer.

"Ask her to wait for me for half an hour. I will go find her in half an hour."

"yes."

"Get out. Don't come back without my order!"

"yes."

Before leaving, One Eye looked behind him one last time, not daring to take a closer look. He only saw a corner of his clothes flashing by, and then he had already retreated, and hurried downstairs to report to Sai Lan.

Lance turned around. The bottom of the cold pool with deep brown eyes behind the mask was low and cold. Every word seemed to be wrapped in a layer of frost, and he breathed softly.

"I didn't see her last time, and she's here again this time. Plus I've met several members of the Theron family in the past two days. If I still don't see her, she may not have the patience to waste time with me."

Qiao Nian didn't know if she understood the meaning of his words. She saw him turn around, raised her hand to touch the edge of his chin mask, and raised her eyebrows slightly.

"You still wear a mask to see her?"

"Huh?" "You know what I'm talking about." Qiao Nian's eyebrows were clear and there was no emotion in them. One glance was enough to make the stunned man stunned.

"I was disfigured in a car accident when I was a child. Of course I had to wear a mask, otherwise it would scare her." He said matter-of-factly.

If the breath hadn't sprayed on the side of her neck, Qiao Nian would have been more willing to believe what he said, but now she was more of a suppressed flame.

She suddenly turned sideways to avoid the approaching man, slipped out of his confinement, passed him with a paper cup of coffee, and walked towards the counter.

Inside the counter, only the light shines on the precious jewelry, reflecting the gleaming light that symbolizes money.

She walked around casually, pointed to one of the necklaces with diamonds the size of sugar cubes, and said, "This is good, your girlfriend might like it."

Lance, a complete gentleman, followed her, nodded slightly, and said with a smile: "Remember. Is there anything else?"

When Qiao Nian heard his voice, she couldn't control her boiling blood. She didn't even look at it. She pointed at the expensive jewelry in the closet like ordering food: "This, this, and this. Oh, and that." That set of bright yellow pear-shaped rings, and this one.”

She ordered seven sets of jewelry in a row, and the men beside her just nodded slightly, and then asked her with interest: "Well, are there any more?"

Qiao Nian: "..."

The man in a suit and tie tilted his head slightly, as if he didn't understand why she didn't want it anymore, and gave her a surprised look: "No more?"

Qiao Nian lowered her eyes, avoided his gaze, and responded lazily: "No more."

The tall and long-legged man pondered for a moment, and then said uncertainly: "Ms. Qiao, are you sure you only buy these to make my girlfriend feel better?"

Qiao Nian rested her elbows on the glass display cabinet, turned to look at him, and added nonchalantly: "I told you that your girlfriend won't be angry if you buy something?"

She said unhurriedly and with a sense of oppression: "I never promised you this."

Lance and her eyes were locked in mid-air for half a second, and he was the first to lose. He slightly lowered his head and said solemnly and in a deep voice, "I'm sorry."