The next day.
Qiao Nian was woken up by the alarm clock early in the morning. She suppressed the bloodshot eyes and got up. She rubbed her hair and went into the bathroom to take a shower. She then took a towel and wiped the water on her hair.
She strode out and walked to the living room. Seeing the mess left last night, Qiao Nian resignedly wrapped the towel around her shoulders and bent down to pick up the scraps of paper scattered on the floor.
Various black ink **** were smeared on the draft paper scattered on the floor, and new equations were densely written next to some of the ink dots that had been vigorously crossed out.
The handwriting gradually changed from dragon and phoenix to irritable and wild, scribbling horizontally and vertically without losing the dangerous character of the horizontal posture of the pen and ink...
Qiao Nian picked up all the scraps of paper she had used to calculate the faders last night, crumpled them and threw them into the trash can. Then she took out the lighter from the small pocket on the left side of her shoulder bag and lit the fire. She waited until she saw the flames slowly extinguished. , tongues of fire rolled into the draft paper and burned everything to ashes.
Only then did she move away from her cold and solemn gaze, which was illuminated by the tongue of fire, and raised her hand again to wipe away the undried water vapor on her hair.
Qiao Nian has never been a patient person. Within five minutes, she threw away the towel, sat cross-legged on the sofa, leaned back on the backrest, took out the satellite phone that she had not touched in the past few days, and called someone first. Someone sent a message.
[hxs: Will you go to Dowell’s birthday party? ]
She waited for a minute but didn't get any news back, so she was not in a hurry, lowered her eyes and pursed her lips, and typed leisurely.
[hxs: I'll be there, see you here. ]
As soon as she sent the message, Bethea's call came in.
Qiao Nian was annoyed by the ringing. She reached out and picked up the other mobile phone placed on the coffee table with a bored expression, and picked it up.
"Hello." He was hoarse and sleepy.
Bethia probably heard that she was not in a good mood, so she paused for a second and said quietly: "I just want to ask you if you want to go shopping in Hong Kong City with us."
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