Fake daughters are wealthy

Qiao Nian finished replying to Hongmeng's message, and when she was thirsty, she took a cup and went down to fetch water.

I happened to see Ye Wangchuan downstairs on the phone, as if he was talking to someone, his voice was very low: "Double again? It's quite rich. Don't give them an answer for now, let them wait until they add more... "

"Who told you that I'm going to give it to you? Let's just hang it out and see how I feel."

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the girl coming down from upstairs, and he lowered his eyes and said to the person on the other end of the phone, "That's it, you can deal with the rest."

After Qiao Nian came down, he just hung up the phone, looked up and saw the cup in Qiao Nian's hand, put the phone aside and said, "There is milk in the refrigerator, I'll make you a cup."

Qiao Nian originally wanted to say that he didn't want to drink milk, but he had already gone to the kitchen to get it, so he could only wait for him to bring it over.

Waiting and wondering who he was on the phone with.

Just as he was distracted, the man had already arrived with the hot milk, and the tall figure enveloped his head. Only then did Qiao Nian realize that he was taller than she imagined. The top of her head just reached his chest, so close that Qiao Nian could hear him Heartbeat.

Boom, boom, beating powerfully!

Qiao Nian's earlobes suddenly became hot, and her chest was a little hot. She pulled back half a step without showing any signs, but before she moved, her slender waist was already wrapped in big hands.

"Don't move around, there are chairs behind." The magnetic male voice sounded above his head but seemed to be close to his ears, hoarse and seductive.

The dryness in Qiao Nian's body seemed to be aggravated by being teased, her body was stiff and motionless, and his breath sprayed onto her neck, itching, like an electric shock.

Fortunately, Ye Wangchuan held her to stand firm, so he took the gentleman's hand away, and handed her the warm milk in his hand.

"Be careful of the heat."

Qiao Nian agreed indiscriminately with a 'huh', holding the cup with her head buried in her head, and began to drink one sip at a time.

I don't know why, but she always feels that the atmosphere at this moment seems weird. She can't tell what's wrong, it's just that she has never encountered a situation before, the surrounding air is like cotton, but it is so soft that she can't struggle. open.

Ye Wangchuan stared at the hooked neck of the girl in front of her, she was sipping milk in small sips, holding the cup, her long eyelashes were curled up and she didn't speak, just looking at that quiet melon-seeded face always gave people a cute feeling.

However, he had only seen her unhidden side in the city hospital a few days ago, and he knew that Qiao Nian was by no means the obedient character she appeared on the surface.

But seeing her lowering her snow-white neck and not looking at him, Ye Wangchuan was in a good mood, raised the corners of his mouth, and found a topic for himself: "How are you doing at school these few days?"

Hearing what he said, Qiao Nian became less nervous, raised his eyes, and said, "It's okay."

Except that I have to sit in my seat and listen to the teacher on the podium every day, everything else is fine.

It's just not that free.

Ye Wangchuan's eyes fell deeply on her porcelain-white side face, and he suddenly asked: "Is anyone bullying you at school?"

"What counts as bullying?" Qiao Nian didn't quite understand.

Beating her counted as bullying?

That didn't.

At most, Qiao An's kind of text messages would disgust her, but she has already blocked her.

Ye Wangchuan recalled what he had learned from the No. [-] middle school on the phone, and looking at her dark eyes, he knew that she hadn't put those people at ease. He pursed his thin lips and changed the subject: "It's nothing. .”

He chatted with Qiao Nian for a few more words, and seeing that she looked a little tired, he sent people upstairs to sleep.

After Qiao Nian left, he turned around and made a phone call.

"Jiang Li..."