Fake daughters are wealthy

Qiao An's heart beat faster, and she was about to rush out of her throat with a plop. She pinched her fingers desperately, and said unconsciously: "How could it be her?"

"Who is it?" Qiao Weimin immediately grabbed her wrist and asked no matter who he was grabbing as if he was grabbing a life-saving straw.

"Dad, you scratched me." Qiao Chen's wrist bones were about to be crushed.

"Do you know something?" Qiao Weimin only wanted to save the company.

Shen Qiongzhi also urged her anxiously: "Chen Chen, do you know something? Tell your dad quickly, your dad is dying of anxiety."

Qiao Chen recounted how she met Qiao Nian at the hotel today, and also said what Qiao Nian had said when she pissed her off.

Feeling anxious, he asked anxiously, "Dad, could it be Qiao Nian?"

"she?"

Qiao Weimin's first reaction was not to believe it.

Qiao Nian was nothing but a fake daughter living in their home. Even if he found his real father, who had a decent job, Qiao Nian would not be able to put their company into crisis with a single word.

But that day he accidentally saw Qiao Nian at the Chengfeng Group again in his mind.

After returning to the room, he sat on the edge of the bed restlessly, took out his mobile phone, thought for a long time, and found the word 'Qiao Nian' in the phone's address book.

Pressed out.

After the phone beeped once.

A mechanically cold female voice came from inside: "Sorry, the call you made has been rejected."

Qiao Weimin's face turned green, and then he remembered that because of the police station, Qiao Nian had blocked his phone number!

He can't get in at all!

……

On the other side, Qiao Nian returned to her room after coaxing the little guy to sleep below.

Just got out of the shower.

Dry hair out.

The phone on the table lit up.

She hung the towel on the back of her neck, walked over, picked up her phone, and lit her eyes.

It was Su Huaiyuan's news.

Her dark eyes were fixed, and her eyelashes were slightly curled up. The light from the mobile phone flickered on and off on the side of her face, but it was hard to hide that outstanding face.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Qiao Nian put the phone away.

Who is it so late?

She looked outside and said, "Come in."

She had just finished taking a shower, her voice was rustling, a little soft, and a little lazy.

Ye Wangchuan twisted the doorknob and came in, holding a glass of orange juice in his hand.

Seeing that there was only a long T-shirt on, the girl who had just taken a shower, her eyes narrowed suddenly, and the glass in her hand tightened tightly.

He walked in, closed the door smoothly, and said in a low voice, "Chenchen has fallen asleep, I squeezed a glass of orange juice for you, would you like to drink?"

Orange juice again?

"...Let's put it there." Qiao Nian put her beautiful hand on her forehead, wondering why they both thought of her