Master's Million Blind Wife

Qiao An put down the book she was reading and looked at the door. Following a series of footsteps, Qiao An was carried into Qiao Yinchen's arms by him and spun around twice.    

Qiao An hammered him. "So annoying, let go! Dizzy!"    

Qiao Yinchen laughed and let go of her. He took a coffee cup and directly took it to grind the coffee. As he said, "How was your business while I was away?"    

"It was okay, right?" Qiao An held her chin and asked, "Why didn't you come back last week?"    

"Don't mention it. Because of the college entrance examination next year, we are now on leave once every half a month." He gulped down the coffee and said, "Poor third-year students!"    

Qiao An raised her hand and made a gesture. "Did you grow taller again?"    

"Yes." Qiao Yinchen raised his chin and looked proud. "Wearing shoes, 185cm."    

“185?” Qiao An raised her eyebrows slightly. "What about weight? 70 kg?"    

She suddenly thought of Huo Chengzhou. In her memory, he was 185 centimeters tall and weighed seventy kilograms.    

"That's not that standard..." Qiao Yinchen's voice became weaker.    

"So..." Qiao An tilted her head. "You got fat again? When you ran over just now, I could feel the earth shaking and the mountains shaking!"    

Qiao Yinchen scratched his head and said, "Not really. It's only 80 kilograms."    

"185-105 = 80..." Qiao An calculated and nodded. "Not bad. It's a standard weight!"    

Qiao An stood up again and opened her arms to him. "Come, sister, feel it."    

"What..."    

"I feel what it means to be 185 centimeters tall and 80 kilograms. " Qiao An stretched out her hand and gestured. She was 168 centimeters tall and her head was just above Qiao Yinchen's chin.    

Then she hugged him and felt it again. Her ears seemed to be stuck on top of her heart, and her heartbeat could not be heard clearly.    

Ah, as expected, the novels were full of lies. How could she clearly hear her heartbeat...    

At this moment, Huo Chengzhou, who had just finished exercising, clicked open the surveillance video of musical instrument store. Coincidentally, he saw the scene in front of him.    

Qiao An was hugging a young man. It seemed like the relationship between the two was quite intimate.    

With a touch of displeasure in his eyes, Huo Chengzhou got up and left the gym. He called Aunt Faang to arrange the driver for him.    

After feeling the height, Qiao An's hand pinched Qiao Yinchen's waist again. With a look of disgust, she said, "There is a swimming circle around his waist, young man!"    

Qiao Yinchen also touched his own waist. "Not really... But I will lose weight. I will lose weight after the college entrance exam."    

Qiao An returned to her seat and sat down. She asked with great interest, "By the way, what happened to the girl that I chased last time?"    

Qiao Yinchen's face became excited when he mentioned the girl he liked. "This is what I wanted to talk to you about today. I remember you said that you have the Supreme Game account, right?"    

Qiao An was stunned for a moment before she nodded. Yes." Yes, what's wrong?"    

"Ya likes playing Supreme. She's an old player. I can't match her in a team with my new account. I want that old account of yours!"    

Qiao An hesitated for a moment." You're now in your third year of high school. It's a crucial time. Why do you always play games? "    

"Ya likes it." Qiao Yinchen made another cup of coffee for Qiao An. He added sugar and milk and handed it over. "Sister, help me out. I will bring someone over to show you. Ya also likes to play the piano."    

Qiao An was helpless. "Alright. Wait for me then."    

She took out her phone and called a friend from abroad. When she returned to the country, she forgot about a suitcase. There was a diary that recorded the password that just happened to be placed inside.    

The phone rang and was answered. Qiao An directly explained her intention. The other party happened to be at home and quickly found the password book and reported it.    

After Qiao An recorded it, she heard the person ask again, "There is a password on this page. It is the original designer's high-end forum and account number, Eldest Qiao. Do you want to write this down?"