Fake daughters are wealthy

Ye Wangchuan took the shoulder bag for Qiao Nian and put it in the car, then asked her: "Are you sure you won't wait for Nie Qixing's results?"

Qiao Nian got up early in the morning, her eyes were bloodshot, and there were bluish-purple marks under her eyelids. Hearing this, she lowered the brim of her hat and sat in the car: "He won't get results for a while. Nothing to do."

"Let Guan Yan watch for me." She had already gotten into the car, and said in a calm tone.

Qiao Nian was wearing a white T-shirt today, the hem of which was tucked into the jeans. It looked simple and refreshing. She couldn't see the way she beat Nie Qixing's two men to death in the alley two days ago.

Ye Wangchuan followed closely into the car, took out his mobile phone and made a call: "Then I'll talk to the old man at home."

Qiao Nian tilted her head to support her face, looked at him sleepily, and frowned: "Huh? Let's talk about it when we go back? I haven't even gone back yet."

"Aren't you sure you want to go back?" Ye Wangchuan smiled, and had already called Mr. Ye: "I told him in advance so that he can come to pick up the plane."

Qiao Nian opened her mouth, actually she really wanted to say that there is no need to be so troublesome, and she is a junior, how could a junior ask an elder to come pick her up.

But he's already on the phone.

Qiao Nian had no choice but to shut up.

*

Beijing.

The Ye family's old house was extremely festive.

Ye Lan rushed home at lightning speed, and said as soon as he entered the door: "Dad, you said that Niannian is coming back? When? Where did they go?"

Ye Qichen was rarely at home.

He is sitting on the brown leather sofa at the moment, his little arms and legs are not as high as the sofa, and he is playing with a tablet in his hand.

Seeing Ye Lan rushing in, Ye Qichen only slightly raised his eyelids, and called out, "Grandma."

Ye Lan saw how handsome he was dressed up today, wearing a small ironed suit gave him a sense of being handsome and handsome.

She walked over to Ye Qichen and asked, "Where is the old man? Isn't he at home?"

Ye Qichen wore handsome milk, and his personality was not of the well-behaved type. He didn't raise his head when he heard the words, and said very little: "In the study."

Ye Lan was originally a reporter looking for the old man. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the red and green lines on his ipad, and couldn't help being tempted to approach him: "What are you playing?"

Ye Qichen didn't answer and didn't hide.

Ye Lan saw it clearly when he got close, and couldn't help being surprised: "Uh, Chenchen, are you playing stocks?"

"...Just for fun." Ye Qichen lifted his eyelids, his dark eyes were clear and clear, and his eyebrows and eyes looked at some angles, and there was a sense of Qiao Nian's vision.

Ye Lan covered her mouth, unable to react for a long time: "Play, play?"

Ye Qichen casually put the tablet beside him, his small face looked much more cheerful than before, at least not as bad-tempered as before.

He jumped off the sofa, stood firmly in front of Ye Lan, raised his head and stared at her with big grape-like eyes: "Aren't you looking for grandpa?"

Yup!

How could she forget about this!

Ye Lan slapped his head and was about to go to the study: "I'll go find your grandfather first."

Ye Qichen put his hands in his pockets, and stood there cool and cute, without blinking his eyelids: "Yeah."

"You play here obediently, and I'll come to find you when I go." Ye Lan rubbed his hair, stood up, and then hurriedly walked towards Mr. Ye's study.

She was going to ask if Nian Nian was coming back.

……

Ye Qichen waited for her to leave, covered his eyes, pursed his lips, and went back to pick up his tablet again.