Song Ya saw who she was looking at and asked with a cold face: "Do you know that person just now?"
Li Mo shook his head: "I don't know."
Song Ya looked up and down at her in disbelief, and saw that Li Mo's face was pale, but her eyes were indeed confused, and she didn't seem to recognize her.
She asked Song Ling again: "Sister, who was that girl just now?"
Song Ling only heard Xie Yun calling the other person "Nian Nian", but there were not many people in Independent Continent with "Nian Nian" in their names, not to mention those with oriental faces.
She thought for a long time but could not find anyone she could match among the people she knew. She only said: "That person may not be from the Independent Continent. I have never met her."
These words suddenly gave Li Mo an idea.
Oriental.
Very young girl.
And it’s called Nian Nian.
Li Mo suddenly remembered a name - Qiao Nian!
She had met Qiao Nian in Beijing, but only once that day in the dark corridor of the club. She didn't see him clearly that time, and he wore a peaked cap to cover part of his face.
Today is different.
The girl didn't wear a hat today, and Da Qicheng stood in front of her with his overly eye-catching face. She was immediately attracted by Qiao Nian's eyes, and her mind couldn't turn around.
Until this moment, Li Mo felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
The reason why she felt a sense of familiarity the first time she saw Qiao Nian was because she had studied photos of girls after returning home.
There are almost no photos of Qiao Nian on the Internet.
It took her a long time to search on a light-chasing forum to find an old photo of Qiao Nian that was secretly photographed in high school. At that time, the girl was younger, her temperament was more indifferent, and she seemed to be indifferent to everything. Now she is a little better, at least.
Looks like he blends in with the people around him.
Li Mo remembered who the other party was and felt uneasy.
Qiao Nian…
She would think of this name in her dreams for a long time.
Every time she dreams of this name, she wakes up from a nightmare.
If it weren't for that invitation, she would now be Bo Zheng's legitimate fiancée, and she would just wait to choose a good day next year to officially hold the wedding.
Just because she impulsively threw Qiao Nian's invitation into the trash can, her life took a sudden turn. She went from being a proud daughter of heaven, to being held in high esteem by the upper class circles of Beijing, to being reduced to a joke overnight.
Going abroad overnight.
Every time Li Mo thinks about this, her heart feels like being soaked in lemonade, sour and astringent, but more so than the hatred that keeps coming out.
She recalled the way the girl suddenly stopped and looked at her.
Obviously it was nothing special at the time.
When Li Mo recalled it now, she felt that the girl's eyes were full of sarcasm, which made her heart tighten and her breathing became rough and difficult.
"I know her." Li Mo suddenly said.
Song Ya looked over: "I just asked you, didn't you say you didn't know me?"
Li Mo's hands hanging by her sides clenched her fists tightly, her pale face dull and cold: "I didn't think of it before, but now I do."
She met Song Ling's curious eyes, twitched the corner of her mouth, and talked about Qiao Nian.
She was talking about a brief encounter with Qiao Nian in Beijing. In her words, she only offended Qiao Nian's friend because she didn't know him, so Qiao Nian retaliated afterwards.
And when she came to apologize, Qiao Nian still had to deal with her unforgiving attitude.
In short, in her words, Qiao Nian is a person who does one thing in front of others and another behind the scenes, and likes to form cliques and engage in small-circle female rivalry.
Song Ling frowned frequently after hearing this. She didn't comment on her face, but her impression of Qiao Nian dropped to the bottom in her heart. She looked at the bodyguards in black around her and said to the two of them, "Okay, let's go back first."