Big Shot Little Jiaojiao Breaks Her Persona Again

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"Master, you haven't slept yet." Quan San's voice came carefully from the other end of the phone.

Since he knew that Quan Jue had a serious feeling of getting up, he wisely chose not to call Quan Jue at night or in the morning.

"Go ahead." Quan Jue sat on the bed and said lightly.

"That's right, Mr. learned about your return to Beijing. You didn't see Mr. Shang when you went back to Beijing. He was very angry. Mr. asked you to go back tomorrow. He wants to see you." Quan San said.

"I don't have time." Quan Jue said lightly, "I won't leave Baicheng again soon."

"Can……"

"I have nothing else to do, just rest early." After Quan Jue finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Quan San over there stared helplessly at the phone.

Dare not to put Mr. in his eyes, this young master is wayward.

But thinking of Quan Jue's means, Quan San felt again.

This young master is stronger than any member of the Quan family. No wonder he values ​​him so much now. He is indeed a willful capital.

At night in Baicheng, in fact, it is similar to other big cities, with neon lights flashing.

In a small rental house in the southern district, the lights were not turned on in the room of less than 30 square meters, and all kinds of domestic garbage were littered on the ground.

There is a computer desk next to the cot, the light from the computer screen barely brings light to the room, and the walls of the room are covered with photos.

Those photos are all of the same girl in a white school uniform, some of them walking with friends, some of her listening carefully in class, some of her sleeping on the desk...

Even the pictures on the computer desk belong to the girl.

The girl in the photo is wearing a milky white lamb wool sweater, next to a thin and tall teenager, not Chi Jiao and Quan Jue.

A young girl is sitting at the computer desk.

Her mediocre facial features were now staring at Quan Jue in the photo with jealous eyes.

"Stinky man, all stinky men should die!" The girl held a fruit knife in one hand and a cartoon doll in the other.

She kept poking the cartoon doll into the cartoon doll's body, and the light from the computer screen reflected on her face, reflecting a hideous smile on her lips.

——Angels cannot be defiled by those stinky men. She will kill all stinky men who are close to angels.

Thinking of this, the girl suddenly giggled and laughed.

Weird laughter echoed in the quiet rental house, like a ghost.

******

The next day, the weekend.

Today is Xu Ye's birthday party. Chi Jiao goes to Xu's house to see, maybe she will find some clues about Quan Jue's mother.

Chi Mingwei didn't return overnight and hasn't come back until now, so Chi Jiao and Quan Jue had breakfast together.

Chi Jiao stirred the oat milk in the bowl with a small delicate spoon, and looked at Quan Jue across from her with big eyes without blinking.

When Quan Jue was eating, his movements were very elegant.

Some people are like this, without any training and training, he has a natural aristocratic elegance in his bones.

It looks pleasing to the eye.

"What do you want to say?" Quan Jue suddenly asked.

Chi Jiao's eyes widened in surprise: "Brother Quan, tell the truth, do you know how to read minds?"

Quan Jue raised his lips, "It's your eyes that can't hide your thoughts."

From the moment he started eating breakfast, Xiaojiaobao always gave him a look that was hesitant to say anything.