Fake daughters are wealthy

He begged Qiao Nian, of course he didn't want to offend the other party, but at this time he couldn't help it, so he had to bite the bullet and beg in a low voice: "Miss Qiao, the empress has feelings for you, can you tell the people in Beijing to let go?" ..."

He hasn't finished speaking yet.

He heard the girl interrupt him mercilessly: "No." There was no room for change.

Shadow originally kept in mind what Old Xue told him to communicate well with Qiao Nian, and to persuade the other party to soften his heart in order to win a chance for Nie Qingru.

At this moment, he was repeatedly treated with sarcastic remarks by Qiao Nian, and Qiao Nian told him the truth, but the other party didn't listen to a word.

It seems that he has been talking about chicken and duck, and the other party has no empathy at all.

Shadow is used to standing at a high place to ask others, and rarely needs to lower his posture to communicate with others and reason, let alone seeing that the reason does not make sense.

[In view of the general environment,

He was about to emphasize his tone and say a few words sternly.

Suddenly, the sound of "Dudu" came from the receiver of the mobile phone.

Shadow froze for a moment and came back to his senses, realizing what was going on with the voice, and his face turned dark.

Qiao Nian didn't give him a chance to continue, so he hung up the phone without saying hello.

Shadow vomited so much that he almost vomited blood, and immediately called back unwillingly, trying to communicate with the other party again...

however.

"Sorry, the user you dialed is temporarily unavailable."

The veins on Shadow's forehead bulged, and he raised his hand vigorously to smash the phone against the wall. Fortunately, his reason finally dragged him back.

—— Qiao Nian!

Shadow's eyes were full of fierceness, he swallowed all the blood in his throat, and dialed M state again: "Tell Mr. Xue that Qiao Nian won't let him go."

**

Beijing.

Xue Lao's connections over the past decades were not built, so he quickly found a mediator.

The car of the Minister of International Economic Affairs drove into one of the large courtyards located in the western suburbs of the Siheyuan. The winding alleys here are deep and quiet, and it is quiet amidst the hustle and bustle.

The old floor tiles with time-precipitated and red walls complement each other, and the walls are covered with neatly trimmed green plants and roses.

The noon sun penetrated layer by layer from the streamline of the black car until the car stopped firmly at the gate of the courtyard house in the middle.

The car door opened, and the man who got out of it was tall, mature and stable.Wearing a small black top hat on his head, he went straight to the gate of the courtyard and politely said to the doorman in fluent Chinese: "Hello, is this Ye's home?"

When the doorman saw a blond foreigner visiting, he nodded vigilantly: "Are you...?"

The man took off his top hat and smiled: "Please tell Mr. Ye that Vancouver is visiting." The doorman at the door saw that he had an extraordinary background, and said softly, "Please wait here for a while."

As he said that, he immediately went in and reported to the people inside.

……

Ye Maoshan is still fighting crickets at home.

Ye Qichen spent a rare vacation and played games in the living room. He had just passed his 6th birthday, and he didn't grow much taller. He still had small arms and legs, but the baby fat on his face was reduced, and he gradually had a heroic outline of a man from the Ye family, with exquisite facial features. Extremely.

He was sitting on the sofa in the living room at the moment, lazily holding his mobile phone and not letting go, his head was lowered and his eyes were so focused, those who didn't know it thought that he was studying with a tight jaw and serious appearance.

After teasing the crickets for a while, Ye Maoshan raised his eyes and saw the little guy's hard-working look, and dropped the little stick in his hand for teasing the crickets.