Chapter 5547： Mr. Wan: All is fine

Chapter 5547 Mr. Wan: Everything is fine

Qiao Nian was surrounded by the faint fragrance of green pine after snow on his body. She lowered her eyelids and played with the badge on his collar.

"Well, I don't like to deal with it passively. Since you can even check the confidentiality level of the operation and the background of the person they are looking for, please do me a favor."

"good."

“I haven’t said what it is yet.”

"all good."

Ye Wangchuan lowered his head to touch the tip of her nose, his deep eyes reflected her shadow, and he secretly wanted to take her into his body and protect her.

Qiao Nian raised her head and touched his thin lips gently, followed by a very shallow and non-sexual kiss. She raised her hand to hook the back of his neck, then raised her head slightly like a feline and placed a shallow kiss on his Adam's apple. Next, watching his Adam's apple rolling up and down under the stimulation of external contact, he said with a smile in his eyes.

"I tell you…"

She told him her plan in full.

…

Early morning.

Mu Qingtian, who was far away in the Sixth Continent, received a text message from an unknown number.

Ordinarily, given his status, he would not worry about such a trivial matter, and would not even click on a text message from an unknown source.

It seems that the other party is very aware of his psychology. The content of the first text message is concise and to the point.

[Someone is going to do something to your son during tomorrow's surgery. ]

Mu Qingtian is not a young boy who is easily led. If he does not particularly care about the content of the text message sent by the other party, he will not reply to the message.

But the fact is that when it comes to his only son, even someone as strong as Mu Qingtian will inevitably fall into the trap of cliché.

He knew that the other party deliberately disclosed the information, but he still couldn't help but edit the information and question it.

[Who are you? ]

[Ding-]

He hadn’t put down the phone yet, and the other party responded to him the next second.     [Qiao Nian. ]

"Qiao Nian?" Mu Qingtian felt incredible that she dared to send him a text message from an unknown number before he even found the other party's door.

Mu Qingtian twitched the corners of his mouth with an almost ferocious smile, suppressed the anger that suddenly burst out, and dialed the phone.

“Du…”

The other end actually picked up.

"hello."

The girl's young voice was casual and arrogant, which stimulated the brain. Mu Qingtian immediately confirmed the identity of the other party.

AI can simulate a person's voice, but it can't imitate the frivolity when she speaks, or how arrogant she is when talking to him on the phone.

Other than Qiao Nian himself, he didn't believe there was anyone else who could pretend to be so.

"What do you mean by the text message you sent?" Mu Qingtian's words were cold and serious, and every word carried a heavy weight.

But these were of no use to Qiao Nian. The girl said carelessly: "Mr. Mu, do you want to make a bet?"

Mu Qingtian’s brows were furrowed into deep “Sichuan” lines, and his tone was not very good: “Is my son’s life and health going to bet with you?”

Qiao Nian seemed unable to hear the irony in his words, and said calmly: "We have an old saying: We are not afraid of thieves coming to steal, but we are afraid of thieves missing us. I wonder what Mr. Mu thought after hearing this."

Mu Qingtian remained silent.

But the proverb that Qiao Nian narrated touched his guard.

Moody is his obvious weakness. Anyone with a brain likes to use Moody as a bargaining chip to negotiate with him. Mu Qingtian was angry and had no choice but to give him only one son. He expected this child to inherit the throne in the future. Family business.

Mu Qingtian's tone softened a lot: "If you have anything to say, just tell me."

"Okay." Qiao Nian saw that he was willing to talk to her calmly, and he was not a person who liked to waste time showing off his emotions, so he kept his words concise and to the point.