Fake daughters are wealthy

"Didn't we have a lot of people here? You want to introduce friends, so many people are enough for you to introduce for a long time."

"Hehe." Ji Nan sneered twice, but he didn't push him away, but said inexplicably: "Since I specially asked you to come out and introduce someone to you, I won't introduce you in vain. Who do you really think I am?" They asked you to come out and introduce each other?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Daniel agreed, but he thought in his heart, isn't this your brother-in-law?Don't you just want to match your brother-in-law into the circle of Independence Island?

Hearing the perfunctory in his tone, Ji Nan didn't bother to tell him, shook off his hand and walked over to look for Ye Fanchuan.

At this moment, Ye Wangchuan just finished replying to the message.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the phone interface that the man put away, saw the familiar WeChat profile picture, and eased his tone: "Niannian looking for you?"

Ye Wangchuan put the phone back into his coat, and said with dignity and elegance: "Well, the director asked for dinner."

"Old Feng?" Ji Nan looked at him.

Ye Wangchuan turned around: "Yes."

Standing face to face with Ji Nan, he is a little taller than Ji Nan, and there will be a sense of oppression in his aura, but Ye Wangchuan deliberately restrains himself, so his whole body is very relaxed.

Ever since Ji Nan asked me to come over, Ye Wangchuan didn't like the other party's idea. As far as I was concerned, since I cooperated with Ji Nan to come here, I didn't accept Ji Nan's bad intentions.

"Tonight?"

"He still shouldn't say thank you to you." Ji Nan glanced at me with a simple expression, the words came out of his mouth, and he dragged Ye Fanchuan towards the crowd.

Ji Nan felt a headache when he thought of Feng Yu and others, so he declined: "Forget it, I'm not interested in what you're talking about."

I probably admired Ye Wangchuan's hit rate of 10 shots and 10 targets after that, and it was impossible to look at Sibo's face, anyway, I reached out to Ye Wangchuan.Daniel took the lead to say hello to the person who came, with a bad attitude: "Friend, I heard that he is Shibo's brother-in-law, and my brother-in-law is not your brother-in-law. You covered him in the past~"

He was recently twisted by Ji Lingfeng to start learning black powder technology.

Ye Wangchuan stood out among a group of people with white hair and white eyes, his whole body was calm and calm, standing beside Ji Nan, he looked at Daniel with humility or arrogance.

"Ye Wangchuan."

"Ye?" Daniel pronounced the word as Xiaohanhu.

Outside the shooting range, in order to let the group of boys and buddies have a good rest, a super small circular leather sofa was specially replaced, and there was no coffee table and so on.

Ji Nan led Ye Wangchuan over.

I patted my chest to assure, and then reported my name: "Daniel. What about him?"

It's just that he himself is not this material.

"Ah."

Daniel and the others were already waiting at the rest area.

Si Bo had a good time spending every day among a group of teachers in Ji's family. He really wanted to find out what was right for him, and he even went to the top experts of the First Research Institute to hear about these things.

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"you know."

It hurts that such an expensive sofa was left behind by a few people as a pastime, and the degree of smallness of the hands alone is more squandered than that of Zhangyang, Beijing.

Compared with black powder, he prefers to study the numbers below the stock market, but a small pile of obscure experimental articles.

I changed the subject, looked back at Daniel and the others, and said to Ye Wangchuan: "Let's go, you go over and introduce those people to him."

I thought about it and said, "His status is convenient, and he usually has to go to some occasions without his status."

He took the initiative to invite Ji Nan.

That sofa alone is worth hundreds of thousands.

"Those people are all your friends. As soon as it is beneficial for him to know each other, he should prepare less identity for himself."

"Thanks."