Fake daughters are wealthy

Chapter 35 She is the person behind Mrs. Chaju

The second floor.

He knocked on the girl's door with a cup of hot milk.

"The door is not locked."

The girl's frivolous voice came from inside, and it could be heard that the voice was quite hoarse, wrapped in a little carelessness.

Just hearing her voice, Ye Wangchuan couldn't help but relax his brows, his mood improved a lot, he stretched out his hand to open the door, and walked in.

Qiao Nian's room is on the second floor, the bedroom with the best lighting.

Rhine houses are expensive, and the layout is naturally worthy of the price.

The bedrooms of the apartment are basically suites, except for the outside bedroom, a cloakroom and a bathroom are all available.

The design pattern is full of black, white and gray tones, but because Qiao Nianzhu, Ye Wangchuan replaced the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows with white gauze, put a lot of green plants in the bedroom for her, and even designed a A bookshelf for her convenience.

When he walked in, he saw the girl with one leg crossed on the chair and the other cynically draped under the desk. She changed into home clothes. The two beautiful legs under the clothes were well-proportioned and straight, her ankles were small and delicate, and her white skin dazzled her eyes.

Qiao Nian herself restrained her gangster aura and sat there with her laptop turned on, typing something on the keyboard with her uninjured left hand.

If it weren't for her right hand hanging on one side and wrapped in gauze, she wouldn't look like a person who just got out of a car accident at all, just because of her carefree demeanor.

Ye Wangchuan walked over, put the milk where she could reach it with her left hand, lowered her eyes and glanced at the data exposed by the big thorn on her laptop: "Are you checking Mrs. Zhu?"

"Hmm." Qiao Nian didn't want to hide his intentions, otherwise she could have forked the page before he came in, but she didn't do that. Instead, she leaned back and left her hands from the keyboard, lazily and coldly. Said: "Do you believe that she did it alone?"

Ye Wangchuan smiled lightly, his sexy Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his thin lips said coldly, "I don't believe it."

Qiao Nian raised her eyelids and cast a sideways glance at him, knowing that he didn't believe it just like herself.

Seeing her squinting eyes, Ye Wangchuan felt as if he had been scratched by a cat, his heart was itchy, and he reached out to help her straighten the black hair that was hanging down to cover her brow bone, and then wiped the hair on the table. He brought her the milk: "Drink some milk first."

Seeing that the girl frowned, she took the milk glass obediently.

He just walked aside, dragged a chair and sat down.

"I checked Mrs. Zhu's background. She doesn't know anyone. Her daily life is to go to the beauty salon with people she knows. It is impossible for her to know someone like the driver who caused the accident..."

Qiao Nian was still sitting there lazily, looking like a golden horse, even if she restrained her temper, she didn't look easy to provoke.

What Ye Wangchuan said was what she thought.

After she checked Mrs. Zhu's transfer records, she felt something was wrong.

Of course it wasn't particularly wrong, but there was deliberation everywhere in this matter, as if there was a hand secretly pushing things forward.

And she was ready to find Mrs. Zhu who was pushed out to block the knife if she wanted to investigate.

Ye Wangchuan saw her eyes half-closed, her crow-black eyelashes drooping down, she didn't know what she was thinking, and said softly: "But in this matter, the Zhu family's hands and feet are as dirty as hers, since she dares to do it, she dares to be punished by others." When you are a gunman, you should be prepared to bear the consequences. She and the Zhu family have fallen into the current situation, she chose it herself, no wonder others."