Qin LAN looks at Gu Qingge's bloodstained palm. It's obvious that his fingernails are embedded in the flesh. What happened just now?

Qin LAN knows that even if she asks, Gu Qingge won't say it, otherwise at this time, she won't use such nonsense as "nails are too long, I accidentally scratched them.".

However, no matter what the reason is, as long as she doesn't do those brain damage things, she will thank God.

"Here's your cell phone, but don't mess with me." Qin LAN takes out Gu Qingge's mobile phone from her bag. Before handing it to her, she can't help but lower her voice and warn Gu Qingge in a vicious tone.

Gu Qingge nodded. She has not found out the situation yet. She will never mess with it for the time being, which she absolutely guarantees.

Gu Qingge nodded. Qin LAN then gave her her mobile phone and continued: "I'll go back to public relations to deal with this matter. Your hand, I'll ask Zhenzhen to call a nurse to clean and bandage it."

"Again, don't mess with me any more."

Qin LAN went to the door, still not at ease with Gu Qingge back to emphasize a sentence.

Gu Qingge looked up at Qin LAN, did not speak, did not nod, anyway, no matter how she said, Qin LAN is deeply suspicious.

So, there's no need to waste expression.

Qin LAN doesn't care what Gu Qingge says. It's useless anyway. She just reminds her.

After Qin LAN left, Gu Qingge looked down at his mobile phone and wanted to find some useful information from it.

Gu Qingge took a look at the communication software commonly used on mobile phones, such as wechat.

Click open to see that there is no wechat friend. Dare you, this wechat is only used as a decoration. Do you think the memory space and mobile phone can fly? Can you download any one to occupy the memory?

And the phone book of the mobile phone is, well, quite a lot, at least more than wechat, and there is still a page of contacts.

A glance at the past, six contacts, in addition to Qin LAN and Miao Zhenzhen's phone, is the phone of mom, dad and grandfather.

Only the name in the middle without special signature and marked with nickname attracted Gu Qingge's attention.

"Mr. L", according to her intuition, this is probably the gold Lord behind her.

Gu Qingge looked at the call records again, and Mr. l didn't have any call records.

Although it's possible to delete the call records, Gu Qingge thinks it's impossible. Since all the phone numbers are saved, that is to say, he is not afraid of anything at all. There is no need to delete the call records for such a long time.

That is to say, I have never made this call!

Never contact with the gold owner. Is this normal? It's not normal!

Gu Qingge thinks that this matter is very mysterious, she just Baidu, also did not find any information about the person behind her.

It gives her a chance of rebirth and a great test. Now she still has a lot of things to figure out. How can she get a firm foothold with this identity?

Gu Qingge's slender white fingers lingered on Mr. L's phone number for a long time. She felt that instead of guessing here herself, she might as well call and ask.

Maybe we can get some useful information.

With this in mind, Gu Qingge dials the phone, puts his mobile phone in his ear and waits for a response from the other end of the phone.