Qiao Nian put her legs on the table. Her straight calves had smooth and well-proportioned lines. She held the phone in her lazy hands and pressed the keyboard with her fingers to reply to messages.
[qn: Wait for me ten minutes.]
After replying to Ye Wangchuan's message, Qiao Nian didn't waste any time. He put down his legs and raised his eyes to see the laptop placed there.
Hesitate for a moment and open it.
The laptop had not been turned off or used all night. She turned on the screen and the page was still on yesterday's Weibo homepage.
Qiao Nian refreshed the page, and 99 Aite reminders and 99 comment reminders popped up.
She half-squinted her eyes, her black pupils were so beautiful, she didn't click on any of them, she just pulled the mouse down to look at the Weibo post she forwarded below.
Weibo is still there.
After a day and night of fermentation in the heat.
It now shows that the number of retweets has exceeded 100,000, and the number of comments has more than doubled.
Qiao Nian scanned the hot search list and found that the hot search list was also very exciting. There were many hot search topics about Jiang Li's fight.
More people condemned Xue Ziang.
She closed her laptop, knocked it down and stopped reading, then turned and walked to the bathroom...
After not sleeping all night, the nerves in the back of Qiao Nian's head were tense and her temples were beating constantly. She turned on the nozzle and turned the water temperature to very low.
The warm cold water washed down her head, and she finally became more conscious.
In less than ten minutes, she turned off the water from the nozzle, picked up the bathrobe on the side and put it on. She didn't care that her hair was wet and stuck to her shoulders. She walked to the door and opened it.
As expected, there was a man standing outside the door. Qiao Nian lowered her eyelashes, made way for him nonchalantly, and walked in.
"come in."
"..." Ye Wangchuan didn't expect that she had just finished taking a shower and suddenly saw a girl with her hair down and a bathrobe coming out to open the door for him. He was startled for a second, but he soon came to his senses and walked in.
Close the door smoothly.
When he came in, he saw paper balls scattered on the floor, and a piece of 4a paper placed on the desk. A black water-based pen was pressed on the paper, and the pen cap was not closed...
He raised his eyebrows and leaned against the desk, his posture upright and slender, his eyes deep and noble: "You didn't sleep last night?"
"Roughly the same."
Qiao Nian ignored him and walked to the refrigerator to get a bottle of water. He unscrewed the lid and took a sip. He then walked back and put the lidded water on the table. He slightly raised his cold chin and talked to him.
He said, "I have written Master Cheng's prescription and put it there. You can bring it to Bo Jingxing when the time comes."
She didn't say anything, but Ye Wangchuan also saw the contents on the 4a paper.
Qiao Nian's handwriting was wild and wild, but he wrote very carefully. In addition to the dosage of medicinal materials, he also wrote the dosage adjustments for each stage.
It can be seen that she took all aspects of Master Cheng into consideration when writing the prescription.
Ye Wangchuan walked over, picked up the towel she threw on the chair, and suddenly said: "Come here, I will help you wipe your hair."
Qiao Niangang put down the water, looked at him in surprise when he heard this, paused, and subconsciously refused: "No, I myself..."
Before she could finish her words, the man forcefully pushed her down on the sofa and said in a low and magnetic voice: "It's hard for you, I'll do it."
As he spoke, he ran his fingers through the ends of her hair, wiping the water droplets from Qiao Nian's hair with a seemingly skillful technique.
Qiao Nian: "..."
His movements were gentle and slow, without any overstepping. He would help her sort out the broken hair when running his fingers through the ends of her hair. Qiao Nian's back was straight at first, somewhat resisting this behavior, but she soon relaxed and half-squinted.