Ye Maoshan didn't mean anything else. He just happened to be talking about this and he remembered: "There is a friend who came back with her this time. She is also studying engineering. She is also particularly fond of classical music. He is also an expert in this area.
, I have also published my works online and have many fans on social software.”
He looked at Qiao Nian with a smile: "It's almost the same as Nian Nian."
Qiao Nian just raised her head and met Mr. Ye's soft eyes. She heard him say, "It's a pity that Nian Nian has to leave in a hurry. Otherwise, if I introduce them to each other, they might have something in common."
Ye Lan was surprised after hearing this: "Majoring in engineering? He also plays music and has many fans online? He really looks like Niannian."
First of all, it is difficult for engineering and music to go hand in hand.
Generally speaking, people who engage in high-tech engineering rarely play music, which is more artistic and soft.
However, both Qiao Nian and that person knew both, and were specialized in both.
Ye Lan also became interested in this person.
"How old is she?"
Ye Maoshan thought about it and said, "They should be about the same age as Haitong. Aren't they classmates?"
In the blink of an eye, Ye Maoshan slapped his forehead again and said with a smile: "Look at my memory. As I get older, my memory is getting worse and worse."
"Hai Tong said that her classmate has a very high IQ and skipped a grade to join her class. She is a genius valued by both the school and her tutors."
The people at the table lost their composure after hearing these two words, and all looked in Qiao Nian's direction.
genius……
Who else here fits this title better than this one.
If Qiao Nian was not a genius, there would be no genius in the world.
In the same way, geniuses who are generally famous outside will become ordinary people when they come to her.
I don’t know what level of genius the classmate of his comrade’s granddaughter that Mr. Ye mentioned is, and how it compares to Qiao Nian.
The focus of everyone's eyes was leaning lazily on the back of the chair, holding a mobile phone in one hand, not realizing that the topic was about him.
The code she just entered has been traced to its source.
"What are you looking at?"
At this moment, there was a familiar breath approaching.
Qiao Nian didn't change her posture, she was used to letting him get close to her, and said casually: "I bumped into someone just before I came in, and that person insisted on exchanging contact information with me, so I checked what she wanted to do."
She pushed the phone out and pushed it in front of Ye Wangchuan, gesturing for him to look at it: "I'm not from the hotel where I'm staying, but I know that Guanlan can still come in."
Guanlan is located on Chang'an Street.
Restaurants on this street are a matter of money.
Generally speaking, rich people will avoid restaurants or clubs on this street, for fear of embarrassing situations where they are not allowed to enter.
And Guanlan is a prominent presence on Chang'an Street, but not everyone can eat here.
It wasn't because of this that Qiao Nian doubted the other party.
She noticed that there was no private room there, but the other person bumped into her. Under normal circumstances, it would be impossible to bump into someone else if they were not playing with their mobile phones while walking.
That person bumped into her.
Then he insisted on asking for her contact information.
It’s hard to say that this wasn’t a well-planned ‘accidental encounter’.
"I checked the hotel check-in information. She checked in yesterday, stayed in the penthouse suite, and booked the entire room next door."
"Her check-in information column is filled with the name of country Z, Aina."