Fake daughters are wealthy

Lu Yiming was not stupid, and immediately stood up: "Then you... what do you do?"

He and Qiao Nian did not have friendship.

Friendship is not a good friendship.

Qiao Nian took the drawing board covered with the canvas, and tilted her head slightly with a surprised expression: "Me?"

Lu Yiming nodded: "I want to say this, they won't let it go. I'm fine, what do you do?"

Qiao Nian snorted, stood up a little bit, stared at him with a pair of dark eyes, quite coldly: "Do you think I care about them?"

"..." Don't care.

Lu Yiming's brain was quicker than his mouth, but he still couldn't help reminding the girl in a hoarse voice: "They are a hermit family. The person who wants this painting this time is one of the three giants of the Privy Council. You have stayed in the Privy Council, you should have seen him... Leonard."

Qiao Nian nodded casually: "Ah, I've seen it."

"Then you still..." Lu Yiming was even more incomprehensible.

Qiao Nian didn't intend to explain to him, so he easily took the drawing board and said to him: "I took the things away, remember what I told you. If you don't want to get into trouble, anyone who asks you will bite you to death. I will steal it." Just leave your painting!"

Lu Yiming watched helplessly as the girl put down these words, turned around and left the coffee shop without hesitation...

He was debating whether to chase him out or give him a ride.

Suddenly Lu Yiming saw his mobile phone on the table vibrate, and he lowered his head slightly to see the name 'Ji Ziyin' flashing on the screen.

Lu Yiming slowly picked up the phone, and finally chose to press the hang up button.

**

roadside.

On top of a limousine.

Seeing that the call she made was hung up, Ji Ziyin pursed her lips, raised her eyes and opened the car window, and saw someone coming out of the coffee shop.

She regained her composure a little, and found that the person who came out was still familiar, and she was holding a drawing board in his hand.

painting!

Her pupils constricted, she immediately unfastened her seat belt, opened the door and quickly got out of the car.

"Joe Nian!"

Ji Ziyin quickly ran after the girl and blocked her way.

The girl was a little surprised to see her. She put the drawing board covered with white cloth by her feet, stretched out her hand and pulled down the brim of her peaked cap to cover her cold eyes: "Good dogs don't get in the way."

The voice was hoarse and casual.

It was Qiao Nian's voice!

It was the content of this sentence that made Ji Ziyin's expression change slightly, and he almost couldn't bring it up in one breath.

Qiao Nian called her a dog? !

But Ji Ziyin is someone who has seen big scenes, and quickly calmed down with her palms pinched, still blocking the front and refusing to let her eyes fall on the drawing board next to the girl's feet: "That is... Lu Yiming's thing, right?" ?”

She thought that Qiao Nian would at least be perfunctory.

Who knew that the girl didn't even have the intention of perfunctory her, and frankly admitted to her face: "Well, so what?"

Ji Ziyin only felt that the blood was rushing straight to Tianling Gai, barely controlled her emotions, and said coldly, "Why are his things here with you?"

The girl has a lazy attitude: "Does it have something to do with you?"

Ji Ziyin opened her mouth, and blurted out subconsciously: "Of course, he..." It seems that she and Lu Yiming have never had an open relationship, and there has always been only a tacit ambiguity.

But Ji Ziyin quickly found a more suitable vocabulary: "I've known him since childhood. How come things that I care about my friends are in your hands, isn't it normal?"

She said, stretched her face, and stretched out her hand in front of the girl: "Give me back the things!"