Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Chapter 139 Are you shameless adding drama to yourself?

"What?" Jiang Li didn't realize it, he held the milk tea and scratched his ears blankly: "I didn't pay attention. Is that store holding an event today?"

Seeing his appearance, Qiao Nian stretched out her hand silently to take the milk tea he handed over, but she couldn't drink it anymore.

He pursed his lips and said, "I'll drink later."

Seeing the familiar interaction between the two, Shen Qingqing suddenly thought of Qiao Chen.

She remembered that Qiao Chen seemed to have posted a post on social media, saying that Jiang Li had a crush on her.

Her fans even boasted that she was Jiang Li's ideal type.

Jiang Li is sister Nian's elder brother, so it is impossible for him to like Qiao An, so, does Qiao An care about Yin?

Why don't you shamelessly add drama to yourself?

……

On the other hand, Qiao's family felt very cold. They didn't even want to eat, they just wanted to go back and digest the news.

Who knew that he received a call from He Yujuan, saying that Tang Wei was invited to dinner at Shuixiexuan and asked them to come over.

They could only endure the burning pain in their chests, and hurried to Shuixiexuan.

This time He Yujuan has booked a private room in Shuixiexuan.

I specially invited my friends over, half to reminisce about the old days, and half to take the opportunity to let my granddaughter please her friends more, so that she can support her in the future.

Today's incident has not yet spread.

Tang Wei still doesn't know what happened in No. [-] Middle School in the morning.

She is a smart person, she knows He Yujuan's plan very well, and she didn't intend to help an outsider too much.

But seeing that Qiao Chen was the same age as the granddaughter brought back by Jiang's family, she was well-behaved and sweet-mouthed, thinking that they were still students in the same school, she inexplicably changed her mind, and hesitated whether to support her.

Not for anything else, just for export.

Last time she went to find that girl herself to intercede, but that girl didn't give her face.

As an elder, she really has no place to put her old face!

But supporting Qiao An in a certain way is tantamount to tearing apart the Jiang family, Tang Wei hesitated whether it was necessary.

Three rounds of wine.

She got a little dizzy from being complimented by Qiao's family, so she got up and said to the people in the private room, "Yujuan, I'm going to wash my hands."

He Yujuan counted on her to pull Qiao off, and Qiao's family squeezed into the upper class circle. Hearing this, she nodded, "Okay, you can go."

Tang Wei got up.

"Grandma, let me go with you." Tang Qi immediately got up and said, "I just want to wash my hands too."

Accompanying his grandma here today, he has long been annoyed by the flattering atmosphere in the private room, and the girl looks at him from time to time, the eyes seem to be just curious, he always feels that his behavior is a bit frivolous.

Tang Wei understood her grandson's character, she glanced at Qiao Yan without any trace, frowned, knowing that he was annoyed, so she opened her mouth and said, "Okay. Let's go together."

Restrooms are at the end of the corridor.

Tang Qi came out of the private room, breathed the fresh air outside, and thought about the people in the private room, she couldn't help but say to her; "Grandma, you know what the Qiao family is up to, why do you still come to eat with them?" This meal?"

Their family's status in the ring city, how many people like the Qiao family who only have money but no background want to climb up, hoping to rely on them to improve their social status.

Apart from being backed by the Chengfeng Group, the Qiao family really has nothing to show for it.

Even Qiao Chen, who they think is a rare commodity to live in, he doesn't think so much!

On the contrary, it was not as good as the girl he met in the mall that day.

It's cold, dry, and angry.

Full of aura.

In comparison, he doesn't like Yan Qiao Chen's charming and rich second-generation style.

(End of this chapter)