Madam’s Identities Shocks The Entire City Again

For someone with a sharp nose like Qiao Nian, every second spent here is undoubtedly torture. Not to mention the noisy social chatter inside, and the surrounding media taking pictures anytime and anywhere...

Had Qiao Nian not promised to accompany him, he would have turned around and left the moment he entered the venue.

"You want to leave?" Ye Wangchuan said to miuo and took her away: "You can leave anytime you want. Come on, we are going back."

Qiao Nian suppressed the sticky boredom in her blood and glanced at him: "Are you done?"

Ye Wangchuan grabbed her hand and threaded his fingers through it. He liked the inseparable feeling of intertwining her fingers: "We're done."

He came here this time just to show Qiao Nian's face.

 Now that reporters and people who come to Gtwe have seen who the people around him are, there is no need to stay here.

Moreover, Qiao Nian looked uncomfortable.

 “Let’s go.”

Ye Wangchuan said to miuo: "Let's go first."

Miuo raised his hand and waved: "Let's go, let's go. I'll treat you to dinner another day when I have the opportunity, especially Miss Qiao."

As one of the heirs of the fashion group, he knows Qiao Nian’s background better than many people in the country. This is a famous sun.

The entire royal family suffered at the hands of this man.

  miuo is very interested in Qiao Nianke.

He is not emotionally interested, it is purely out of a capable person's natural curiosity about another capable person.

"Let's talk about it another day." Ye Wangchuan didn't like the interest he saw in Qiao Nian's eyes, so he blocked Qiao Nian with his shoulder without leaving a trace. After saying hello to Tang Ning, he led the others away.

 …

The air outside was fresh and free. Qiao Nian finally got rid of the strong smell of perfume in the inner court and took a breath of fresh air.

Just as he was about to put his hands in his pockets, he noticed the skirt he was wearing and held his forehead, so he said to Ye Wangchuan: "Let's go back early. I also need to discuss the dosage of acetyl with Mr. Feng."

Ye Wangchuan saw the episode where her hands were empty, raised his thin lips, and turned his head to talk to Qiao Nian: "... Mr. Feng." Before he finished speaking, a sudden and sharp voice interrupted the conversation between the two.

 “You shameless miscreant, go to hell—”

  Accompanied by a sharp roar.

　　A figure rushed toward them, holding a bottle with unknown liquid in his hand, and threw it at Qiao Nian's face.

 This all happened so suddenly.

 Some reporters who had not left the field screamed when they saw this scene.

"ah!"

"That is-"

The scene was chaotic.

 But in this emergency situation, not to mention whether the security guards could rush over in time, even the reporters who were close to them did not respond so quickly.

Qiao Nian narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes became cold, and he was about to raise his elbow to block the splashed unknown liquid.

"careful."

At this moment, everything went dark in front of her, and she was held tightly in someone's arms, completely cut off from the noise around her.

Before Qiao Nian could react, she only heard a muffled hum above her head. The arms of the person holding her were tightly wrapped around her, and the back pole was stretched tightly into a fully drawn long bow.

Qiao Nian felt that all the sounds around him disappeared for a moment.

She seemed to have fallen into a dark abyss, and her whole body was like an ice cellar. Even the warm temperature coming from her skin could not warm her body temperature at this moment.

Her body temperature dropped instantly, and her eyes were bloodshot. When she raised her eyes, she pulled away the man who was hugging her. Her voice was hoarse and out of tune: "Ye Wangchuan, are you okay? Let me take a look." (End of this chapter)