Fake daughters are wealthy

"What's wrong?" Qiao Nian took off the headset and put it on the table, looking at the person looking for him.

Ye Wangchuan walked over, pulled the chair opposite her and sat down: "Grandpa asked if you would go home for dinner."

grandfather?

Jiang Weishang's face appeared in Qiao Nian's mind, and he looked at him with black eyes full of doubts, and immediately reacted: "You mean Ye Lao?"

Ye Wangchuan grabbed her hand, gently pinched the fingertips, with a kind of carelessness and laziness of a nobleman: "He is also your grandfather, you will have to change your name to him sooner or later."

Qiao Nian glanced at him, but did not refute.

"How does Mr. Ye know that we are nearby?"

"What do you say?"

"..."

Qiao Nian frowned, and quickly figured out the reason. Subconsciously, she wanted to raise her hand and take off her peaked cap, only to realize that her hand was restrained and unable to move.

She simply gave up.

Leaned back.

Qiao Nian narrowed his eyes, but there was still sleepiness in his eyes: "Okay, go back and eat."

She paused, and then said: "But I need to make arrangements first, and find some people to transport the tungsten gold that Master Cheng wants."

"...Then find someone to send the remaining tungsten gold back to Independent Continent and hand it over to the vice president."

This person must be very reliable.

Qiao Nian went through the list in his mind, and he already had a suitable candidate in his mind.

"Slender waist control is still teaching Chenchen in Beijing?"

She is busy recently.

I don't have so much time to care about the little guy's study progress, and I don't know if the slender-waisted guy is teaching Chenchen well.

Ye Wangchuan is very clear about who is in the family: "He is in the old house and has not left."

"Yeah." Qiao Nian felt relieved.

She had already figured out that when the time came, the Slender Waist Control would send the rest of the tungsten gold back to the First Research Institute for her, and hand it over to Shi Fu and Feng Yu.

She didn't feel shy when she thought about it, and agreed straight away: "You tell Grandpa Ye, just say we'll go back in half a day."

"it is good."

Ye Wangchuan raised his thin lips slightly, and smiled, his mood was visible to the naked eye.

*

Beijing.

When Ye Maoshan received the call, his surprise was beyond words, and he said several times in a row: "Okay! Good! Good! Ask Nian Nian what you want to eat, I will arrange it early."

"She doesn't pick, she eats anything."

Ye Fanchuan on the other end of the phone said calmly, "You can do as you see fit."

Ye Maoshan immediately raised his eyebrows, and reprimanded him angrily: "What do you mean not to be picky? Ah, people always say whatever you want, so you can do whatever you want. It's why you haven't married anyone for me yet! You're just an elm My head, I just buried my head in loess, I don't know if I will have the chance to see you on your wedding day, brat..."

He scolded his grandson angrily.

Heart is happy.

I'm still happy that Qiao Nian and Ye Fanchuan are coming back for dinner.

He cursed a few words to get over his mouth, and immediately said: "Okay, I will look at the arrangement, and you will tell me when you arrive."

"Okay." Ye Wangchuan said helplessly, "Don't make it too much trouble, let's just have a meal."

"understood."

Ye Maoshan disliked him talking too much, and didn't want to waste time talking to him, so before the other party hung up the phone, he said first: "Hang up, hang up."

talking.

Ye Maoshan didn't even want to hang up the phone.

He put down his phone, hurriedly went inside to find someone.

On the way, he met the old butler, he waved his hand, and immediately called to stop him: "Go and make arrangements, and reserve a place in Guanlan."

The old housekeeper, Monk Zhang Er, was puzzled: "Master, do you want to treat me? Or have a home-cooked meal with Missy and the others?"