Fake daughters are wealthy

"That's good." Su Mo felt relieved when he heard that Qiao Nian was fine, and was about to open the car door to send Yuan Yongqin back.

Suddenly, Yuan Yongqin's muffled voice was heard.

"I just saw Jiang Zongnan leave here in a hurry. I don't know if something happened."

Su Mo raised his eyes immediately and asked her, "Mr. Yuan, do you want me to inquire?"

Yuan Yongqin is in her forties, but she is well maintained. In addition, she has never been married and had children. Her skin is tight and shiny. In addition, she is well dressed. She looks only in her early thirties. She has a plump and mature body that little girls don't have. temperament.

She frowned, tapped her fingers on the steering wheel one after another, as if she was thinking.

After a while, Yuan Yongqin shook his head and said: "Forget it, don't go, anyway, Jiang's second bedroom has fallen out with Niannian, and their affairs have nothing to do with us. She just came back from Ozhou, there is no need to be affected by Jiang's second bedroom Her mood... It's better not to know than to be like this."

Su Mo also felt that what she said was reasonable, so he didn't mention what he wanted to inquire about.

*

In a hotel in Shuangjiang City.

Qiao Nian hung up the phone with Yuan Yongqin and put the phone on the coffee table.

The sound of splashing water in the bathroom stopped.

After a while, Ye Wangchuan came out wearing a bathrobe.

His black hair was still dripping wet, but it didn't affect his heroic facial features. Under the light, the man's nose was straight, his skin was extremely white, and his slender figure was hidden in the bathrobe. Qiao Nian could vaguely see it The mermaid line wrapped around his waist and abdomen in a white bathrobe...

Her eyes were quite dark, and she narrowed her eyes a little bit dangerously. She stared at someone's direction, then looked away casually, and pursed her lips: "Put your clothes on."

"..." Ye Wangchuan was wiping the moisture from his hair with a towel when he suddenly heard a girl's slightly hoarse voice, lowered his head, and only then noticed that the belt around his waist was not fastened.

He fastened the belt of the bathrobe again, walked over, and sat down on the sofa opposite Qiao Nian, his voice was clear and soft: "How is Mr. Su?"

Qiao Nian crossed his legs, squinted his brows and looked a little sleepy: "I've given him the medicine from the Pharmacy Association, and it's okay now, all the indicators of his body have stabilized for the time being, we'll see later..."

What she said was vague, and Ye Wangchuan probably guessed that Su Huaiyuan's life was not in danger for the time being.

He nodded, his tone relaxed: "That's good."

Qiao Nian turned his head to look at him, saw that his hair was still dripping, thought for a while, and said, "Would you like me to dry your hair for you?"

Ye Wangchuan suspected for a moment that he had heard wrongly. The boss is good at everything, but he just finds it troublesome. Sometimes she doesn't bother to blow-dry her own hair and let it dry naturally. Qiao Nian actually offered to do it for him this time. …

He was only distracted for a short time, and his Adam's apple was already rolling up and down in the next second, and he leaned back on the sofa very naturally: "The hair dryer is in the drawer in the bathroom."

"En." Qiao Nian replied, got up and put down the mineral water bottle in her hand, and walked towards the bathroom.

A minute later, she came out with a hair dryer in her hand, plugged it in, and helped the man dry his hair with a perverted expression.

She blows her hair in a random way, but she is very patient when blowing Ye Wangchuan's hair, her movements are very slow, it can be seen that she is working hard: "...I am not good at technique."

— The technology is not good.

How this sentence sounds is ambiguous.

Ye Wangchuan couldn't help chuckling, raised his thin lips, a little frivolously: "I think it's okay."