Fake daughters are wealthy

Qiao Nian lazily responded, walked over, pulled out the chair and sat down boldly, took a glass and poured himself a glass of water, and drank it with his head up.

After drinking a glass of cold water, her chaotic mind was quite clear, but there was still a hint of sleepiness at the end of her eyes.

Seeing her get up, Gu San warmly greeted her: "Miss Qiao, are you awake?"

"Yeah." Qiao Nian put down the cup and rubbed her swollen head, the string at the back of her head was still tense and tingling.

Jiang Li patronized Sour Ye Qichen to receive the gift, but he didn't have anything to do. He forgot to ask her about Wei Qi, how she came back last night, and so on.

Instead, Ye Wangchuan put down the book on his hand at this moment, got up, and asked her: "What do you want to eat at noon?"

"Noon?"

Qiao Nian blinked her eyes, she was still in the haze of just waking up, she didn't react for a while, her mind went blank.

She slung her long legs casually, her elbows rested on the table, her chin rested lazily on the back of the chair, her eyes were squinted like a wolf that just woke up soundly, and the corners of her eyes and brows were all lazy.

"whatever."

The most difficult food to buy these days is casual food. Ye Wangchuan used to be lazy. When people asked him what to eat, he would usually say casual food when he was too lazy to think about it. Now someone dismissed him with the same answer, and he felt the pain of being dismissed by him. people's feelings.

Some illusions of karma, inexplicable want to laugh, but he was in a very happy mood, he only slept for three hours on the plane from yesterday to today, Gu San was so sleepy that his eyelids were fighting, he looked radiant , was not affected at all, and said with a smile: "Whatever, whatever is too difficult. White sugar tomatoes are also called whatever, and you won't eat them if you mess with them."

Qiao Nian frowned when he thought about the taste of the dish he was talking about, it was too sweet and greasy.

Fortunately, Ye Wangchuan just said it casually, and didn't really intend to make sugar tomatoes, and put his hands in his pockets, his collarbone was white and dazzling, and his deep black eyes reflected her figure, and asked her: "How about the spicy chicken? I see you are standing in Yufu