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After replying to the message, Qiao Nian got up to dry her hair.

Her hair was already half-dry, and it was completely dry after only a little blow-drying.

After drying her hair, Qiao Nian felt a little thirsty, so she went to the desk again, picked up the mug, only to find that there was no water in the mug.

Her brows and eyes were dry, and just as she put the cup down, she noticed from the corner of her eye that the screen of her phone was on again.

Qiao Nian was leaning against the desk, her long legs crossed, and she picked up the phone in a casual posture. She saw that it was Ye Fanchuan who sent her a message.

Grab and grab. "What do you want to eat tonight?"

Qiao Nian just put the cup halfway, half-closed his eyes to see the news, took the phone off the charging cable, and walked outside.

*

Downstairs, after Ye Wangchuan sent a message to Qiao Nian, the phone turned on again.

It was still a call from Ye Lan.

It was already the third call today, and the other party seemed to think that if he didn't answer, he would keep calling. He rubbed his temples, tapped Bai Yu's knuckles on the table, and answered it slowly.

"Hey."

"You brat didn't even answer my phone, did you?"

Ye Wangchuan got a headache from her angry voice, so he simply put the phone away without any trace, and then said casually: "No, I just had something to do, so I didn't check the phone."

"I think you don't want to pick it up." After Ye Lan finished speaking, she didn't bother to argue with him. She went straight to the topic and asked, "Where is Nian Nian, is she with you? Is she okay? What happened to the revelation on the Internet?" Is it really about her? Who did it, do you want me to help? "

Ye Wangchuan sat in a stretched posture, reclining on the sofa, his eye-catching face showed no emotion, but his eyes were darkened, and his tone was clear: "Don't worry about this matter, I will handle it."

"What are you going to do about it?" Ye Lan spoke quickly and then in a low voice: "The old man also knew about this matter, and he was asking me just now, and I didn't know the inside story, so I just told him that I don't know, and he probably will tell you later. You call, since you have decided to handle it yourself, you'd better appease your grandpa first.

"...The Ye family is not an ordinary family after all, how many eyes in Beijing are staring at us, you believe that Nian Nian must protect them!"

Ye Wangchuan's eyes fell on the Buddhist beads on his wrist, and he said softly: "I know. You don't need to worry about this matter, I will handle it according to my own circumstances."

"Niannian is she with you?" Ye Lan stopped asking him how he planned to deal with it, and instead asked worriedly, "Is she okay?"

Humong Variety Art Literature Humong.Ye Wangchuan raised his eyelids, looked towards the direction of the second floor, pursed his thin lips, and didn't know whether to answer whether he was okay or not.

Just at this time, there was movement on the second floor, the door opened, and someone seemed to come out.

He paused while holding the phone, and immediately said to Ye Lan: "Sister-in-law, I have something to do here, so I won't tell you for now, I'll get back to you later."

"Why are you in such a hurry, I haven't asked you a few words yet. You tell me about Nian Nian first, how is Nian Nian, is she okay?"

"I'll tell you later." After finishing speaking, she hung up Ye Lan's phone.

Gu San also noticed the movement on the second floor. He was standing on the sidelines silently, looking very depressed, but now he straightened his legs and said to him in a low voice, "Master Wang, Miss Qiao has come down."

巘戅variety literature.Ye Wangchuan had already put down his phone, and looked up the WeChat message he just sent. The last message in the WeChat dialog box was still stuck on the phrase 'What's for dinner' that he sent, and Qiao Nian didn't reply to him at all.

His eyes were deep, and he looked up again, looking in the direction of the stairs.