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Qiao Nian looked up at him and saw that he was looking at her with bright eyes. She put the lighter back into her pocket and pressed the brim of her baseball cap before looking away. âLetâs go over first.â
She walked in front as if nothing had happened.
Mo Dong followed her and stopped talking about the Chamber of Commerce Alliance and Simon. It was as if their conversation had never even taken place.
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Dinner was brought by Mo Dong from a very popular private restaurant in the independent continent.
It was obvious that the food was not cheap. The takeout boxes were all red wooden with exquisite dishes inside.
The taste was light and sweet, similar to the southern flavors.
Because Mo Dong did not know Qiao Nianâs preferences, the few dishes were all sweet.
Qiao Nian did not eat much, but she was not picky either. She did not put down her chopsticks the entire time. It was just that her eating speed was neither fast nor slow. Those who knew her knew that she only acted this way when the food was not to her liking.
Ye Wangchuan scooped a bowl of seafood porridge and pushed it to her. He knew that the food Mo Dong brought back this time was not to her liking, so he handed her a spoon with his slender and smooth hand. âEat some porridge tonight. Itâs light and good for your stomach.â
Qiao Nian put down her chopsticks and took the spoon from him, replying casually, âOkay.â
She lowered her head and scooped porridge, seemingly not wanting to speak.
Mo Dong belatedly realized something. âMiss Qiao, are the dishes I ordered not to your liking?â
The girl gave him face and shook her head. âIâm not picky.â
Ye Wangchuan glanced at her with a faint smile but did not expose her.
She wasnât picky and ate whatever she was given. She rarely complained, but she would also eat as much as she liked. For example, she would eat more if the food suited her taste.
Tonightâs food was not to her liking. She still had some, but not much. She just sat there politely without leaving.@@novelbin@@
Sometimes, Ye Wangchuan felt that she was actually softer than most people. At least, this time, she did not have to care about Mo Dongâs feelings.
But Qiao Nian considered his feelings. Although she had a bad temper, she still patiently ate the food.
Mo Dong was relieved that she had indeed eaten some and did not seem to dislike it.
During this period, she chatted with Bo Jingxing about the situation of a few energy companies in the independent continent. It was probably because Bo Jingxing wanted the Ninth Branch to cooperate with them.
Qiao Nian quickly finished the porridge. Almost full and bored to death, she put down the spoon and suddenly looked at the man beside her with her bright eyes under the light. âI heard from Guan Yan about what happened in Continent M. What do you plan to do next?â
Ye Wangchuan also put down his chopsticks and pushed the bowl away. His dark eyes met hers and he asked, âHow far do you want to go?â
Qiao Nian rested her hand on the table. Her fingertips touched the edge of the porcelain bowl, and the coldness went from her fingertips to her heart.
There was a spark in her heart that could ignite at any moment.
However, Nie Qingru and the people from the reclusive families always tried to play with fire.
âShe sent me a message asking if I was behind it.â Qiao Nian supported her chin with her fair hand and narrowed her eyes. âSince she said so, Iâll be letting her down if I donât do anything.â
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