Fake daughters are wealthy

"..." Bao Jingxing pushed down his glasses again, waiting for her to finish.

Sure enough, Qiao Nian frowned, with a beautiful and eye-catching face Qingji, she sat up straight and put her hands on the dining table: "But if there is a day, I will be responsible."

Continent F has the strongest force, and it is the most convenient for her to do things there.

But Continent F is not good at research on chips and semiconductors, let alone these resources.

In this regard, apart from state M, only illegal areas can meet the conditions.

The illegal area is not big, unlike Continent F, which has a vast land and resources, can mine and dig gems, and live rough and free.

Illegal areas prefer to develop high-tech due to geographical reasons. Only technology does not require vast land to obtain enough attractive wealth.

Qiao Nian guessed that Bao Jingxing proposed this to her because she wanted her to help Jiu Suo make connections in the illegal area.

She was not angry: "I will help facilitate the cooperation between the Nine Institutes and the illegal area. Of course, the specific conditions need to be discussed by you."

Bao Jingxing held up the water glass to cover his lips and smiled, his eyes were clear and bright: "Thank you."

Qiao Nian was not angry, but he also felt that he was not on the same side as him.After slightly nodding, he got up and prepared to leave the table: "You can contact me when the time comes."

Bao Jingxing had long expected that this would be the result of raising this question, so he didn't feel uncomfortable. He watched the girl get up and leave the restaurant, took off her glasses and rubbed the space between her eyebrows.

He didn't want to mention these either, he was just the person in charge of the Ninth Institute.He needs to ask clearly so that he knows what to do next.

But Bao Jingxing wasn't worried about being known by Ye Fanchuan.

Because he knew that Qiao Nian wasn't the kind of character who would gossip behind his back, so only the two of them would know about the conversation just now.

**

in the kitchen.

As soon as Ye Wangchuan cooked the hangover soup and brought it out, he saw Qiao Nian running into the living room.

He walked over with the steaming porcelain bowl, put the porcelain bowl on the table, knelt down and asked softly, "Why are you here, are you uncomfortable?"

Qiao Nian seldom touches alcohol, she was fed a lot by Guanyan tonight, and her stomach is not very comfortable, but she shook her head, but she looked a little tired: "It's okay."

Ye Wangchuan stretched out his hand to touch the girl's forehead, his hand was cold, then frowned, and handed over the warm hangover soup: "Sit up and drink some hot water first."

Qiao Nian was supported by him and took a sip of the hangover soup he fed to his mouth. The spicy hangover candy rolled down his throat and into his stomach, slightly relieving the cramping feeling in his stomach.

Qiao Nian's body became more comfortable, and her brows relaxed a little.

Ye Wangchuan supported her with one hand, and fed her water with the other hand, his movements were delicate and gentle, and he couldn't express his affection: "It's only you who let me serve you like this."

His tone was half-joking, half-ridiculous.

But Qiao Nian was already a little drunk, and he didn't have much energy, so he couldn't quite hear what he was saying.

Ye Wangchuan looked at her obedient figure lazily leaning on him drinking the hangover soup, his thin lips curled up again: "I'll take you back to your room to sleep first."

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"Hmm." Qiao Nian half-closed his eyes as if he heard it, and Hanhu responded.

Ye Wangchuan waited for her to drink most of the bowl, but he didn't want to drink any more, so he put the remaining half bowl of hangover soup on the table, and helped her back to the room.

……

In Qiao Nian's room on the second floor.

He put him back on the bed, tucked in the quilt, got up and went to the bathroom, rinsed a towel with cold water, wrung it out and wiped the girl's face.

Qiao Nian wasn't particularly drunk either, she could feel the icy touch on her face, which comfortably cooled her hot skin.

Her exquisite white jaw was slightly raised, she reached out and grabbed the wrist of the man who was helping her wipe her face, and said hoarsely, "Ye Wangchuan?".