Fake daughters are wealthy

Chapter 2588 I haven't given you a perfect wedding yet

Qiao Nian was attracted by his novel statement, turned around, and said foolishly: "So you are a donkey?"

Ye Wangchuan turned her head again, and continued to gently blow-dry her hair: "Whether I am a donkey or not depends on whether God Qiao has carrots."

Qiao Nian was blown drowsy by the warm air from the hair dryer, with his chin propped up, he was thinking about his question in a half-drowsy state.

Her hair is not long.

Ye Wangchuan dried up in no time.

He just used the rubber band on his wrist to tie the girl into a ponytail, but he was not good at workmanship and business, the ponytail was loose and there were a few strands of hair that were not tied properly.

"Tsk." Ye Wangchuan couldn't help but click his tongue when he saw his result, and gently took off the rubber band again.

Qiao Nian's shoulder-length black hair fell like a waterfall on her shoulders again, and she stretched out her hand to grab it, as if she realized it.

"Let me do it." She took the rubber band from Ye Wangchuan, and neatly tied her hair into a small ball, revealing her slender, white neck.

Ye Wangchuan took a step back so as not to block her.

His eyes fell on the girl's flexible movements, observing how she tied her hair, and thinking about what he should do next time.

Because he was distracted, he didn't notice that Qiao Nian was staring at him with deep eyes after he tied up his bun. .

"You..." Qiao Nian stared at him for several seconds, then suddenly said, "How about we try?"

"Huh?" Ye Wangchuan raised his eyelids slightly, and leaned back against the edge of the table. He was a bit lazy like a nobleman, and the home clothes he wore showed a sense of luxury on the runway, and the slightly open neckline pushed the atmosphere even further. To the extreme: "Try what?"

There is a kind of provocative called self-awareness.

He's typical of that now.

Qiao Nian is actually a visual fan, otherwise she wouldn't be the chief designer of Yuan Yongqin's SEVEN.

She has a pursuit and taste for beauty, and those who pursue beauty must also like and be addicted to beauty...

Qiao Nian stared straight at him: "That's what you keep talking about."

"?" Ye Wangchuan was startled slightly.

She stepped forward, leaned in front of him, raised her head slightly, and met his eyes: "Actually, there is really no need to wait until 20, I am not that traditional person."

She is very simple.

To identify a person is that person.

As for age... She came out of an orphanage to grow up with Qiao's parents and no one took care of her. In fact, no one told her what age she could do this.

Nobody taught her that.

But Qiao Nian never crossed the threshold.

Not impossible.

Just respect yourself.

"If it's you, it's not impossible." Qiao Nian slightly lowered her eyelashes, covering the radiance in her eyes, resting her hands on the edge of the table Ye Wangchuan was leaning on, leaning forward slightly, and she could undoubtedly do the simple movements. It's provocation|tease: "What do you think?"

"..." Ye Wangchuan could feel the girl's gently blowing breath, and he could also hear the sound of his own blood boiling.

He restrained himself at the last moment, grabbed the girl's wrist, and squeezed his fingers together: "Nian Nian, don't make trouble."

Qiao Nian looked up at him, but didn't speak.

That slightly raised face that is exquisite and eye-catching is the greatest challenge to Ye Wangchuan's self-control.

Ye Wangchuan was defeated when he looked at her, raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, suddenly pulled the girl into his arms, bowed his head and kissed her.

This time he indulged himself.

It wasn't until the corners of Qiao Nian's mouth were worn out that he pulled himself back abruptly, straightened her drooping hair, and said in a low voice, "Idiot, I haven't given you a perfect wedding yet."