Chapter: 190
Leng Juan followed the voice and looked over, stepped out of his slender legs and walked to Qiao Yimo's side.
It's just that the two of them were wearing black clothes and wrapped tightly, and Qiao Yimo still pinched his throat to speak, and couldn't recognize each other at all.
The man coldly looked at the woman who was shorter than him, without showing any sympathy, "Do we need to take this batch of goods back for inspection?"
"Take it back?" Qiao Yimo said displeased. "Do you know how important these things are to me? How can you take them away as soon as you can!"
"Do it!" The man ignored the persuasion of the woman in front of him, his tone was very calm and calm, and these words came into the ears of the man in black, but it was shocking.
They hurriedly removed boxes after boxes of things from the car, and then moved them into the large trucks prepared in advance.
Looking at the hands-on people in front of her, she almost vomited blood. She was anxious and could only whisper: "Sister Mo, if this batch of goods is detained today, it would be hard to explain to the fans who support you!"
Fans know that today is the opening day of the last batch of books by the author of "Qing Qing". Now there may be many people squatting in front of the computer or watching the time on their mobile phones waiting for the rush.
"I know." Qiao Yimo looked at the tall man before him coldly.
A glimmer of anger suddenly flashed in her eyes, and she soon suppressed it.
In front of Jiangcheng Avenue in S City, and in front of people who are involved in the country, it is definitely not a time-consuming hands-on.
Qiao Yimo bit his lip, his slender and white fingers gathered unconsciously, the joints were white, and his delicate eyebrows wrinkled unconsciously.
But no matter how unwilling she is now, she can only let the people in "Mo Runge" move things away.
She took a deep breath, quickly adjusted her state, and stepped forward and asked, "If there are no problems with these books, when will they be returned to us?"
The dark night is like ink, and time is passing by every minute and every second. In the darkness, the cold and tired mouth said: "We will check overnight. If there is no problem, we will put this batch of books in the basement of Gucheng the day after tomorrow. You come to fetch it. However, if there is a problem, I will dig three feet in the ground and arrest you according to the law."
Qiao Yimo's fists tightened.
There is a problem with Bara.
Afterwards, the people in black behind him soon completed the move.
The man stepped forward and nodded, then got into the luxury car again.
The eyebrows of those vehicles that are drifting away are frowned tightly, "Do you not chase?"
"Forget it!" Qiao Yimo shook his head.
In the car back to Qiao’s house, Qiao Yimo turned on his phone and found his pen name appeared on the hot search on Weibo. He clicked in and found that all fans were crying and howling.
"Why isn't Qing Qing's big book on sale yet."
"I'm so anxious too!"
"If I can't get it tonight, I won't be able to sleep!"
"Me too, what should I do!"
"Call Qing Qing Da."
"It's already passed twelve o'clock, isn't Qing Qing not selling it?"
"I really want to cry! Qingqing, come out quickly."
Qiao Yimo looked at the private messages and comments on Weibo, frowned, and then used Qingqing’s account to post a Weibo message, “Let everyone wait a long time. Due to special reasons, this batch of books will arrive in my hands the day after tomorrow. Up~"
This Weibo made headlines as soon as it was posted.
Fans comforted one after another:
"DaDa has finally come out, I love books, I love you even more~"
"It doesn't matter, we are waiting for you~"
"Qingqing I love you so much!"
"Qingqing likes you to publish more novels, and likes your characters very much."
Qiao Yimo's mouth faintly twitched, and then closed his eyes to rest.
As soon as this Weibo was posted, it also reached the tired ears.
The man in black shivered, "Boss, this batch of goods today is really the author's own book."
Hearing that, Leng Juan opened his eyes slightly, and said coldly, "Have you taken the inventory? Shut up if you have any!"
He has never believed in these social software, and now people can't do anything for profit. JrNovels.com
It's just that the two of them were wearing black clothes and wrapped tightly, and Qiao Yimo still pinched his throat to speak, and couldn't recognize each other at all.
The man coldly looked at the woman who was shorter than him, without showing any sympathy, "Do we need to take this batch of goods back for inspection?"
"Take it back?" Qiao Yimo said displeased. "Do you know how important these things are to me? How can you take them away as soon as you can!"
"Do it!" The man ignored the persuasion of the woman in front of him, his tone was very calm and calm, and these words came into the ears of the man in black, but it was shocking.
They hurriedly removed boxes after boxes of things from the car, and then moved them into the large trucks prepared in advance.
Looking at the hands-on people in front of her, she almost vomited blood. She was anxious and could only whisper: "Sister Mo, if this batch of goods is detained today, it would be hard to explain to the fans who support you!"
Fans know that today is the opening day of the last batch of books by the author of "Qing Qing". Now there may be many people squatting in front of the computer or watching the time on their mobile phones waiting for the rush.
"I know." Qiao Yimo looked at the tall man before him coldly.
A glimmer of anger suddenly flashed in her eyes, and she soon suppressed it.
In front of Jiangcheng Avenue in S City, and in front of people who are involved in the country, it is definitely not a time-consuming hands-on.
Qiao Yimo bit his lip, his slender and white fingers gathered unconsciously, the joints were white, and his delicate eyebrows wrinkled unconsciously.
But no matter how unwilling she is now, she can only let the people in "Mo Runge" move things away.
She took a deep breath, quickly adjusted her state, and stepped forward and asked, "If there are no problems with these books, when will they be returned to us?"
The dark night is like ink, and time is passing by every minute and every second. In the darkness, the cold and tired mouth said: "We will check overnight. If there is no problem, we will put this batch of books in the basement of Gucheng the day after tomorrow. You come to fetch it. However, if there is a problem, I will dig three feet in the ground and arrest you according to the law."
Qiao Yimo's fists tightened.
There is a problem with Bara.
Afterwards, the people in black behind him soon completed the move.
The man stepped forward and nodded, then got into the luxury car again.
The eyebrows of those vehicles that are drifting away are frowned tightly, "Do you not chase?"
"Forget it!" Qiao Yimo shook his head.
In the car back to Qiao’s house, Qiao Yimo turned on his phone and found his pen name appeared on the hot search on Weibo. He clicked in and found that all fans were crying and howling.
"Why isn't Qing Qing's big book on sale yet."
"I'm so anxious too!"
"If I can't get it tonight, I won't be able to sleep!"
"Me too, what should I do!"
"Call Qing Qing Da."
"It's already passed twelve o'clock, isn't Qing Qing not selling it?"
"I really want to cry! Qingqing, come out quickly."
Qiao Yimo looked at the private messages and comments on Weibo, frowned, and then used Qingqing’s account to post a Weibo message, “Let everyone wait a long time. Due to special reasons, this batch of books will arrive in my hands the day after tomorrow. Up~"
This Weibo made headlines as soon as it was posted.
Fans comforted one after another:
"DaDa has finally come out, I love books, I love you even more~"
"It doesn't matter, we are waiting for you~"
"Qingqing I love you so much!"
"Qingqing likes you to publish more novels, and likes your characters very much."
Qiao Yimo's mouth faintly twitched, and then closed his eyes to rest.
As soon as this Weibo was posted, it also reached the tired ears.
The man in black shivered, "Boss, this batch of goods today is really the author's own book."
Hearing that, Leng Juan opened his eyes slightly, and said coldly, "Have you taken the inventory? Shut up if you have any!"
He has never believed in these social software, and now people can't do anything for profit. JrNovels.com
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