Fake daughters are wealthy

the other side.

nine.

Ye Wangchuan's room is just across from Qiao Nian.

He had never lived in the Ninth House before, even if he came, he would usually live in Rhine's apartment or the Ye family's old house at night, but this time he stayed in a rare room and chose the room next to Qiao Nian. Most of the people in the Ninth House knew what it meant .

Just after leaving Qiao Nian, he went back to his room to take a shower and put on a nightgown.The navy blue nightgown was worn on him, straight and slack, the belt of the nightgown was not tied too tightly, it was hung loosely, revealing a white and firm chest.

The man's hair was still dripping, and he was holding a towel in his hand but it was useless. He walked to the bed, picked up his phone, and saw the message Qin Si had sent him.

"Huh?" Ye Wangchuan flicked the phone screen with his fingertips, squinted his brows and eyes, his eyes were frivolous and noble, he hooked his neck, lowered his eyes, and called Qin Si back.

The phone connects in seconds.

He walked to the edge of the balcony with his mobile phone, his voice was hoarse and rustling as if he had just taken a shower: "How do you know about this?"

"Weibo, the popularity on Weibo has exploded, and I happened to see the message pushed by my mobile phone." Qin Si's voice was unrestrained, and the background music was very noisy. Is Guangzhen Jiang Li's sister? Which sister? Jiang Xianrou."

"Not her."

Qin Si was asking who it was again, Ye Wangchuan lazily raised his head, his eyes were on the closed balcony window opposite, and he put his hand on the railing: "I'll tell you later."

After speaking, he hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, he opened Weibo.

Because he hadn't used this for a long time, he was reminded to log in as soon as he got up, and Ye Wangchuan thought for a while before remembering his account number and password.

log on.

He hasn't played this kind of social software for a long time. As soon as he logged in, Weibo popped up a lot of people who pushed him to follow.

Ye Wangchuan saw the first name at a glance.

Chase light.

20+ fans.

He hooked his rosy lips, clicked to follow, and then entered the profile picture of the only person in the follow list.

Go in.

I saw the other side's Weibo with a small number of digits.

Opened Weibo three hours ago.

Except for system messages.

A new message was updated half an hour ago.

Aite, who was also concise and concise, sent two words to Jiang Li.

my brother.

The heat has exploded.

Now the number of comments on that forwarded Weibo far exceeds [-], and there is a gradual upward trend.

Pressing his fingertips on the phone screen, he scanned the weibo that Qiao Nian forwarded, clicked in, and read the comments below.

When he saw the comment with the most likes, his eyes turned cold. He looked at the person's name, forked off Weibo, dug out the address book, and made a phone call.

"Hello..." His voice was extremely cold and protective.

*

At the same time, Chu Yao has contacted Weibo through layers of relationships, and is calling there.

The phone rang a dozen times and got connected.

She couldn't wait to pick it up, and her voice was brisk: "Mr. Li, hello, I'm Chu Yao, that's it, my brother-in-law told you about the situation here, right? I hope you can do me a favor..."

The Chu family has an extraordinary network of connections in the capital city, backed by the big tree of the Wei family, and there are many people in the family who have embarked on official careers.

This is also the source of Chu Yao's confidence in not giving Jiang Li's manager face.

The Jiang family is pretty good.

But I can't control them coming here.