Fake daughters are wealthy

It happened that the elevator was coming.

He just asked by the way: "I also know a few people from the Hermit family, Boss, who is having dinner with us tonight? Maybe I know him."

Qiao Nian also saw that the elevator was coming soon. Hearing this, he looked at him, then silently looked away, pulled down the brim of his hat with his hands, and said dryly, "No, you don't know him."

"???"

Why doesn't he know him?

What if he knew it!

Daji was quite depressed by her, but she thought of someone: "I heard that the royal family of M is also here, you won't ask John, right?"

He knew that Qiao Nian turned the M royal family upside down last time, but John was quite witty and didn't fight to the death with that Yu family in the end.

I even contacted him afterwards and bought a batch of arms from him as an apology.

The other party is very good at life.

He thought Qiao Nian was talking about John.

He was about to say that he knew John.

The elevator has arrived.

Qiao Nian got on the elevator first.

Daji could only hold back her words and go up with her.

**

The wind on the top floor is very strong, the night wind blows the fragrance of flowers, and the sound of a violin is melodious and pleasant not far away.

Ye Wangchuan was chatting with Mr. Xue. .

When Mr. Xue saw the servants of the archbishop's house, he frequently looked in Xu Yi's direction. Seeing Xu Yi walk away, he lowered his voice and asked, "I heard that the archbishop invited some guests to visit the Privy Council today. Is it them? This young man knows the Archbishop...?"

"Which one?"

Ye Wangchuan leaned back slightly, leaning on the sofa chair.

Seeing that he was pretending to be confused with himself, Mr. Xue pointed in Xu Yi's direction: "He. I think he looks a bit like..."

Qiao Nian's friend looks very much like Quentin when he was young, he has a three-point portrait.

Ye Wangchuan interrupted his words, raised his lips slightly: "When did Mr. Xue gossip like this?"

Embarrassed by what he said, the silver-haired old man covered his lips and took a sip of water to moisten his throat before smoothing things over and saying, "I'm just asking, of course you don't want to answer."

Ye Wangchuan's eyes were far-reaching, and there were shattered ice floes inside, but he put down his glass and pointedly reminded him: "It's better for us not to get involved in other people's family affairs, what do you think?"

Xue Lao was able to get to this point, he is not a person who has no means.

In fact, even if Ye Wangchuan didn't mention him a word, he would still check Xu Yi's life experience when he returned.

The appearance of the servant of the archbishop's house on the top floor tonight is the best evidence. He has already guessed Xu Yi's identity.

The silver-haired old man squinted his eyes. He really didn't expect that among the ordinary friends of Ji's family who lived outside, there were such crouching tigers, hidden dragons, and such people.

He hasn't thought much of it himself.

Ye Wangchuan was already looking at him, and said calmly: "He is my girlfriend's friend, and he is also my friend. About this matter, Mr. Xue will sell my face to keep a secret for me, right?"

The silver-haired old man's heart moved, and when he looked up, he touched the man's eyes as deep as a secluded well.

He was intimidated by the opponent's momentum.

Fortunately, he didn't lose his mind for too long, in just a few seconds, he understood what Ye Wangchuan meant—Xu Yi was the person he wanted to protect.

He was very clear about the forces behind Ye Wangchuan, and he didn't want to make trouble with Ye Wangchuan because of Xu Yi.

So he quickly woke up: "Of course."

Only then did Ye Wangchuan look back, and smiled again, as if nothing had happened, and his voice was as gentle as a spring breeze: "Then thank you, Mr. Xue."