Li Qiao took a bite of the toast and faintly replied, "Tomorrow."
Li Yan nodded violently, with a vicious tone: "Shanglu of Gouri, wait for the eldest brother and the mistress to come back and see how we clean him up."
......
After eating breakfast, Li Qiao returned to the room and picked up her mobile phone to find that she had forgotten to turn it off last night.
When the screen turned on, Li Qiao felt that the phone exploded.
Twenty-odd WeChat messages were all sent by Tang Yiting.
Tang Jia Xiaoting: I made the wrong call? [Confuse]
Tang Jia Xiaoting: Impossible! I recite your number backwards!
Tang Jia Xiaoting: Li Xiaoqiao, you are inhumane. The security guard said that you left with a very powerful man.
Tang Xiaoting: Am I still the person you love most?
Tang Jia Xiaoting: Why don't you speak...
Tang Jia Xiaoting: [心塞塞的.jpg] You turned off the computer, my heart hurts, and I feel suffocated.
After reading all the news, Li Qiao's mouth twitched twice.
She can almost make up for the scene of Tang Yiting standing at the door of the financial room, sending her angrily messages.
Li Qiao knew that he was wrong, and poked the screen and replied a few words: There is indeed something wrong.
Then, she logged on to Chanel's official website again and found the latest handbags on sale. After the screenshots, she sent them to Tang Yiting, with a note: I will send you to you tomorrow.
Tang Jia Xiaoting replied in seconds: Thank you boss, boss, you continue to be busy. [Expected rubbing hands.jpg]
......
That afternoon, Li Qiao returned to the entertainment city to pick up the car and went to the Chanel counter.
Throwing the gift box into the trunk, she sat in the cab, tapping the steering wheel with her fingertips, thinking about something for herself.
After a while, Li Qiao started the engine and drove directly to the Jiangjing Haoting Apartment.
This is the residence of her cousin Li Shaoquan.
As the car approached the intersection, Li Qiao caught a glimpse of the fruit stall on the side of the road. She stopped the car and bought a bunch of bananas.
You can't visit your cousin empty-handed.
The apartment has a double-story design. Li Qiao carried a banana and pressed his fingerprint on the fingerprint code lock.
The moment the door opened, a pungent smoke rushed from the room.
Li Qiao opened the door as usual, and walked straight and slender legs straight to the second-story study.
At this time, Li Shaoquan was sitting in front of the computer typing code. His hair was half long and not long, and it seemed that he hadn't been trimmed for a while.
He is the only son of Li Qiao's second uncle's family. He was born a wealthy man, but he is still out of business at the age of twenty-six.
The ultimate dream in life is to become the godfather of the Red Guest Alliance, or the hacker's father for short.
Hongke is just a code name. There was once a cross-ocean war of hackers in Nanyang. Later, many young people spontaneously formed the Hongke Alliance and killed this group of illegal hackers who tried to shake the local economy in one fell swoop.
That year, Li Shaoquan was 16 years old, and since then he has been obsessed with joining the incarnation organization of justice-the Red Guest Alliance.
Li Qiao squinted and walked to the computer desk and placed the three bananas in front of Li Shaoquan. The smell of smoke in the air was so great that she frowned in disgust, turned her head and looked at the floor-to-ceiling window, which was actually open. .
Look at the pile of cigarette butts in the ashtray again, why didn't he smoke him to death?
At this time, Li Shaoquan bit his cigarette holder and raised his head, dark circles under his eyes were heavy, and he muttered vaguely: "This fruit... is expensive!"
Three bananas, such a big hand.
Li Qiao leaned on the computer desk, looked around the yellow wallpaper, and lazily retracted his gaze, "The courtesy is light and the sentiment is heavy. Help me check the person."
Li Shaoquan's fingers tapping the keyboard paused, pinched the cigarette holder and blew out a puff of cigarettes, and shook the bananas: "My future godfather is worth three bananas?"