Fake daughters are wealthy

Qiao Nian went back to Rhine to get the black box of the plane crash and went to Bo Zheng's house.

"come in."

Bo Zheng has a private house in Beijing with a quiet environment. The quaint house is located on the side of Chang'an Avenue. The surrounding area is basically all large and small courtyard houses with green bricks and green tiles, full of the momentum of time.

The price of houses in this area is out of the question, and ordinary people certainly cannot live there.

Qiao Nian had a calm face, put her hands in her pockets, didn't move her eyebrows, her eyelashes were slightly drawn, she didn't seem surprised by Bo Zheng's residence, and followed Bo Zheng in calmly.

Her calm and calm attitude caught the butler's attention instead. She glanced at Qiao Nian in surprise, then retracted her gaze politely, and followed the two of them.

When they got to the living room, Bo Zheng led Qiao Nian to sit down, and then told the housekeeper, "Make two cups of tea."

"Okay, master." The butler bowed his head very respectfully, ready to make tea.

As if he just remembered, Bo Zheng turned his head again, obviously showing gentle and respectful attitude towards Qiao Nian: "Miss Qiao, do you want tea or coffee?"

The butler stopped, and couldn't help but look in the direction of the girl again, his eyes became more and more surprised.

This girl doesn't look very old. He estimated that she is eighteen or nineteen years old, and she should still be studying. The little girl looks pretty good-looking, and her looks are among the best in the entertainment industry, but she is too young!

He retracted his gaze again, and quietly looked towards Bo Zheng, the expression on his face became complicated.

The young master is in his late thirties and has yet to find a partner to return home.

Everyone in the family is urging, after so many years, the old lady has long been in a hurry, and even let out the word that as long as the young master is willing to take someone back, their family does not pay attention to the set, as long as it is a woman, she can live. Row.

But... the old lady didn't say that it's okay to be eighteen or nineteen!

The old butler was agitated, and secretly glanced at Qiao Nian in a very complicated way, and the more he looked at it, the more beautiful he felt.

Good-looking is good-looking.

He still felt that if the young master brought this little girl home, the old lady's feather duster might not be able to hold it down!

Qiao Nian noticed that the housekeeper of the Bo family had been peeking at her, so she reached out and pulled down the brim of her hat, pushed down the peaked cap, and said casually, "I can do anything."

Bo Zheng raised his eyebrows and wanted to say something.

Qiao Nian said very casually: "I just want tea, there is no need to change it."

Bo Zheng nodded, turned his head and said to the housekeeper: "Then two cups of tea, I remember there is some black tea at home, let's make a cup of black tea for Niannian."

He turned back to Qiao Nian and said, "Green tea is cold in nature, girls should drink less."

The old housekeeper's expression instantly became mixed and complicated. He raised his head and glanced at Bo Zheng tangled up. He seemed to hesitate to speak, then lowered his head: "...Okay, I'll go soak right away."

"Well, let's go." Bo Zheng didn't notice so much, and waved his hand to let him go to work first.

When the old butler walked away, he didn't waste time, and said straight to the girl: "Jing Xing told me already, you want to find a playback device for the black box of the plane that has been discontinued?"

"Well, Boeing 737-300, does Team Bo have a playback device for this aircraft type at home?" The girl looked at him with delicate eyebrows and bright black eyes.

Bo Zheng was stunned by her look, frowned and lost in thought: "Boeing? Or the old model 737-300? Let me think about it."

Qiao Nian waited for him to think slowly.