MTL - Madam, Your Sockpuppet is Lost Again!

Chapter 20 020 fifty-eight thousand violin

Cheng Yan looked down.

He was a little paused.

He's been contacting these hidden numbers lately.

Outside the car, Qin Min realized that his mobile phone had fallen, turned around and walked back, leaned slightly, bent his fingers, and knocked casually on the window.

Cheng Yan raised his eyebrows. He reached out and lowered the window.

She lowered her eyes half-heartedly, indifferently, and was very sorry: "My phone has dropped."

Cheng Yan rolled his eyes, picked up the phone, and handed it to Qin Yun. His fingers were long and beautiful, and his voice was a little dull: "I know, your phone is ringing."

Qin Wei took the phone, and the expression on his face did not change.

Ever since the software of hidden numbers appeared, there are indeed many hidden numbers now.

Qin Yue took the mobile phone into the hotel, bowed his head and sent a message of Ning Qing.

The hidden number was called again.

She walked to the end of the corridor without changing her face, took out the earphones in her pocket, turned on the microphone, and connected the phone.

"The other party adds money, fifty times," the opposite voice was obviously processed, and there was a slight current. "Want to come out of the mountain?"

Qin Yan: "..."

She leaned against the wall, and did not dare to speak on the other end of the phone, quite quiet.

After a long while.

Qin Yue said, "Who is that silly?"

"Huh?" The phone apparently didn't respond.

"I asked, which fool was the one who placed the order, and the information was for me." Qin Kun smirked around the earphone cable with his fingertips.

Hearing Qin Yun's attitude relaxed, the person on the phone hung up the phone happily.

It didn't take long for the specific information to be sent to Qin Wei's mailbox.

Qin Yue didn't walk away, she changed her posture, leaned back against the wall, and opened the data unhurriedly.

She looked at the messages, her brow twitching again.

Finally I gave the other party a word-

【Row. 】

Simply crisp.

**

Hearing that Lin Jinxuan was about to arrive, Ning Qing was waiting downstairs for a long time.

In the evening, the driver of the Lin family picked her up and did not have time to go to her sister Qin Yu. Lin Jinxuan just passed by the middle school and helped pick up Qin Yu and Qin Yun.

Ning Qing was somewhat flattered.

Lin Jinxuan has always been cold to himself for so many years, but once Qin language is involved, he is quite good at speaking.

The step-son brought her daughter over, so she wouldn't stay upstairs without knowing anything.

"Jin Xuan, it's really troublesome for you." Ning Qing smiled slightly. She was carrying a bag on her hand, and a beautiful and elegant face with a little precipitation.

Lin Jinxuan came down from the driver's seat, his eyes were very light, and he was very handsome with a gentle and gentle expression: "It's all right, I should."

Lin Jinxuan has been very busy lately, and she keeps on phone calls while at home.

Meiyu was all worried, as if something had happened. Ning Qing and Lin Qi didn't bother him much.

Right now someone was delivered, Lin Jinxuan didn't say much, he was very nice, got off and greeted Ning Qing and got on the car.

Ning Qing watched Qin Yu come down from the co-pilot.

The door in the back seat never opened.

Right now Lin Jinxuan is about to drive away.

She glanced back, "Jin Xuan, where is Qin Yue? Didn't she come?"

Lin Jinxuan had already put his hands on the key. Hearing this sentence, he was silent for several seconds before raising his head, and pressing his temples in a stunned voice: "Sorry, I'm too busy to forget her. Do you know her phone, I'll pick up again. "

It turned out to be forgotten.

Ning Qing nodded, her fingers moved, but her tone was mild: "It's all right, I'll let her take a taxi by yourself. If you're busy recently, don't pick her up."

Lin Jinxuan has never done anything like this that is not a gentleman, but she is really busy. "Send her a phone call to me later, and I apologize."

When Lin Jinxuan left.

Ning Qing pressed her eyebrows and pulled out her cell phone to call Qin Hui.

Qin Wei missed it.

"Mom, I'm sorry, I didn't think of it ..." Qin Yu walked into the shop and handed the violin in his hand to Zhang Ye, very sorry.

Ning Qing hung up the phone, because Qin Yuan did not answer, she was a little impatient: "It's okay, it has nothing to do with you."

She hit two in a row, Qin Wei didn't answer. At first, she was angry, but when she thought about the process, she felt a little bit uncomfortable.

If the incident was changed to Qin, Lin Jinxuan would definitely go back and pick up.

Even if she doesn't have time, Ning Qing will pick it up in person, not so perfunctory.

In the final analysis, it is because she is Qin Yue, not Qin language.

She didn't get along with Qin Hui for twelve years, she was already rusty, especially Qin Mao's hard temper, a cold and proud bandit, and she smelled bad, unlike Qin Yu who could speak soft words.

Now that so many relatives come to Yuncheng, it is just to see her Ning Qing mingling.

It is true to see Chen Shulan, and it is true that she wants to have a relationship with her.

Ning Qing knew what the relatives thought and looked down, but she didn't fall on her face.

On this occasion, Qin Yun can be absent, but Qin language can't be absent. Qin language is her most proud existence in the past ten years.

As for Qin Wei ...

There are no secrets between this group of relatives. If we ask Qin Yue why he is still in his senior year ...

Ning Qing sighed. She shoved her phone back into her pocket and took Qin language up the stairs.

After a while, a group of relatives were almost there.

Chen Shulan bowed her head, watching Ning Qing surrounded by everyone, and whispered, "Well, why didn't she come?"

Ning Qing paused, and Yu Guang happened to see a thin figure coming out of the door.

The other side was loosely dressed in a junior high school uniform jacket, a white T-shirt inside, the box was dark, the crowd was noisy, and it was all extravagant.

"Isn't she here?" Ning Qing said.

Chen Shulan also saw it.

Qin Yan was dazzling wherever she went, her raised eyebrows were sharp and sharp, and everyone noticed her presence as soon as she entered the room.

"Where's grandma, auntie?" Qin Min took Chen Shulan's left hand, looking in the room, and finally, at a corner, saw some helpless Ning Wei standing.

"Big niece, really, I haven't seen you for many years, you are younger and younger," a middle-aged woman holding Ning Qing's hand affectionately. "Yeah, this is Qin language. It looks like a real sign. I heard you are still up What kind of piano did the TV play, but it really gave our parents a face ... "

Qin Yue heard Ning Qing's reserved and filled with joyful voice, "Come, language, this is your grandma. She, since I was a child, hasn't bothered me, now I'm in a key class ..."

These relatives Qin Yuan have basically never seen and do n’t know.

She also knew that these relatives had come for Ning Qing and Qin Yu, and were too lazy to be indifferent.

Talked to Chen Shulan.

Go directly to Ning Wei.

Ning Wei stood in the corner, pinching the corner of her dress, and she was at a loss, her clothes were clean, but she was obviously old.

"Well." Seeing Qin Yue, her eyes lightened, her voice slightly raised.

Qin Hui paused for a while, holding her cell phone and inhaling: "Auntie, why don't you sit."

"I don't have a stool, I can just stand." Ning Wei laughed, and then stared at the same restrained girl, "Mu Ying, this is your cousin."

Before Mu Ying spoke, she saw Qin Yue moving.

Qin Yue didn't say anything, she glanced around.

Unspeakable cold.

Nine minutes cold and dry.

There is also a stool not far away where a violin is placed.

She seemed to sigh, with an irritable and very angry expression on her face, squeezed her fingers, and walked over.

Before the slender fingers touched the violin, a sharp and sharp voice blew around him, "Where is this violin 580,000, Miss Qin, don't move around!"

(End of this chapter)