Quick Wear: Love still depends on two love brains

"It's Yaya, Jiang Ya!" Mo Zhenxiong said with a bit of helplessness.

"You played with her when you were little, remember? She was the little girl who always followed you around and called you 'Brother Qinghan'."

There was no expression on Mo Qinghan's face, as if he was recalling something insignificant. After a few seconds, he said "Oh" lightly, and without asking any more questions, he turned around and walked up the stairs step by step without even giving the three people in the living room a spare glance.

"Look at him!" Mo Zhenxiong was so angry that he leaned back on the sofa, his chest heaving violently. "The older he gets, the more disobedient he becomes! He turns a deaf ear to everything I say!"

His relationship with Mo Qinghan has always been bad. This time, he wanted to take advantage of Jiang Ya's return to let his son interact with more people, but he didn't expect to be poured cold water on.

Su Manli quickly calmed him down and gently advised, "Boys are like this when they grow up. Don't be angry with him.

When Yaya comes back, maybe they can get along well. "

Quan Jiuxi sat next to him and didn't interrupt. He just picked up a grape and put it in his mouth, and the sweet juice spread on the tip of his tongue.

Her gaze fell on the staircase, a calculating glint in her eyes.

...

Behind the hustle and bustle of the bustling city, the ever-changing financial market is like a never-ending war.

Quan Jiuxi, a sophomore student, was like a fish in water in the stock market. With his extraordinary wisdom and keen insight, he made his first pot of gold in a short period of time.

The liquid funds in her hands have reached tens of millions of US dollars. In the stock market, she has become a legendary trader worshipped by many people.

However, few people know that this mysterious figure "Q" who is a big shot in the financial world is actually just a young girl who is still studying on campus.

The morning light shines through the double-layer vacuum glass, casting soft spots of light on the cashmere carpet in Quan Jiuxi's bedroom.

She had just finished a cross-border stock market review. The laptop screen was still covered with densely packed candlestick charts and data analysis tables. The slight numbness from her fingertips tapping on the keyboard had not yet faded when the phone on the bedside table rang rapidly.

The words "Su Manli" flickered on the screen. Her fingertips slid across the answer button, and her voice, still hoarse from a high-intensity call, said, "Hello?"

"Xiaoxi, can you go to the airport now?"

Su Manli's voice came from the receiver, with obvious anxiety and a few helpless sighs.

"Yaya is returning home today, and I told Qinghan to pick her up yesterday, but I've been calling him since six in the morning, and he hasn't answered a single call or message.

Please take the trouble to make the trip, but don't let Yaya wait anxiously at the airport. This is her first time back from abroad, so don't let her feel that we, the Mo family, have neglected her."

Quan Jiuxi raised her eyebrows slightly. She was quite accepting of the Mohist school. Now it was our Mohist school.

The fingertips holding the phone paused slightly, and a hint of understanding flashed across his eyes.

With Mo Qinghan's aloof personality, it's likely that he knew Jiang Ya was returning today and was deliberately avoiding her.

She straightened her slightly messy long hair in front of the mirror, said "I know", hung up the phone and got up to change her clothes.

The collar of her black silk shirt was casually unbuttoned with two buttons, revealing her slender collarbone. She paired it with high-waisted cigarette jeans. The simple outfit gave her a sense of aloofness and neatness.

The girl in the mirror was no longer cowardly, but her eyes seemed to be tempered by a thin layer of ice, revealing a hint of nonchalant sharpness.

"Xiaoyi, locate Mo Qinghan's current location." She asked the system in her mind while applying lipstick in front of the mirror.

[Sir, Mo Qinghan went out for a morning run early this morning. He ran along the riverside greenway for nearly an hour and a half. He's now heading towards the villa and will arrive in about ten minutes.]

The system's mechanical voice sounded somewhat helpless. [He checked the time before leaving, clearly intending to avoid Jiang Ya's airport pick-up time.]

Quan Jiuxi raised his eyebrows and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

This kid is hiding from people.

Without thinking any more, she picked up her phone, wallet and sunglasses and went out, and hailed a taxi at the door of the villa.

The system couldn't help but ask: "Sir, there are so many cars in the Mo family garage, why don't you drive one? Isn't that black Maybach perfect for picking someone up?"

"No driver's license." Quan Jiuxi leaned in the back seat of the taxi, his eyes fixed on the street scene passing by outside the window, his tone as flat as if he was saying, "The temperature is suitable today."

The system was instantly choked and didn't dare to speak for a long time.

When the taxi drove into the parking lot of the airport's T2 terminal, Quan Jiuxi saw Jiang Ya standing on the side of the road through the car window.

The girl was wearing a pink puffy skirt with sparkling rhinestones on the hem.

Her woolly curly hair was meticulously groomed, and she was carrying a limited edition Hermès Kelly bag.

But he kicked the silver suitcase at his feet with an annoyed look on his face.

The sun was too strong, and the delicate makeup on her face was blurred by sweat, and the sunscreen spray glowed with a greasy light in the sun.

Her originally fair cheeks were now flushed with impatience.

Quan Jiuxi opened the car door and walked over in white canvas shoes, revealing a pair of cold eyes. His voice was as light as the early autumn wind: "Are you Jiang Ya?"

Jiang Ya looked up when she heard the voice, and looked Quan Jiuxi up and down with a hooked look in her eyes - his white shirt had no brand logo, his jeans were an ordinary niche brand, and he didn't even have any decent jewelry. He looked like a servant hired by the Mo family.

Her eyes immediately revealed undisguised contempt, and she asked in a shrill voice: "Are you the Quan Jiuxi that Uncle Mo was talking about?"

Quan Jiuxi didn't respond to her, but just nodded.

But Jiang Ya seemed to have found an outlet for venting her anger. She pushed the suitcase in her hand over suddenly. The wheels of the suitcase made a harsh sound on the ground and hit Quan Jiuxi's calf heavily.

"Do you know how long I've been standing here? The sun is so strong that it's wrinkled my new skirt!"

As she spoke, she touched her cheek with her hand, her tone full of heartache.

"I spent a hundred thousand dollars on anti-aging treatments in Switzerland. If I get tanned, Brother Qinghan won't like it!"

Quan Jiuxi scratched his ears, which were buzzing with noise. His tone remained calm, but with an undeniable sense of oppression:

"Are you done? Leave now, don't waste time."