Fake daughters are wealthy

Ye Wangchuan was stunned for a while.

Qiao Nian put his hands in his pockets, with a cool expression, raised his head slightly, and met his eyes: "You put the ring on the middle finger of my right hand, isn't it a marriage proposal?"

She asked very directly and sharply.

It's very Qiao Nian's style.

There is no meaning of procrastination in the slightest.

Direct and passionate.

Like a fire, a prairie fire rises!

Ye Wangchuan was used to the rules of doing things in the upper class, and was always arrogant and reserved, so he didn't think of how to answer her for a while.

"No, forget it." Seeing that he didn't answer, Qiao Nian stretched out his hand to pull down the brim of his hat, straightened up casually, and got up to leave the rooftop.

When she was about to pass by the man, Ye Wangchuan grabbed her wrist, pulled her back, wrapped her in his arms, and slightly hooked her head.

His eyes were full of color as the light shone on his face, and the pupils only reflected the girl's flamboyant and unruly face: "If I say yes, Nian Nian, will you agree?"

His voice was low and hoarse, obviously emotional.

It is like a small brush brushing the pinna.

Qiao Nian narrowed his eyes, originally intending to make a joke, but touched his eyes and the surging emotions inside.

Qiao Nian's pupils trembled slightly, and after a moment of silence, the expression on his face gradually changed from frivolous to serious: "I didn't say no."

Ye Wangchuan has not reacted yet.

She broke free from the restraints, stood back, glanced at him lightly, seeing that he didn't respond, and said softly, "Didn't I agree a long time ago?"

She doesn't understand how ordinary couples get tired of falling in love. This is more difficult for her than studying the atomic bomb.

However, she never promises others easily, as long as she says, she will do it.

"I said, get married at 21."

Qiao Nianxing's eyes were clear, she was extremely solemn, and her voice was a little loose in her bones: "I'm 20 now, and I'm still a year away."

Ye Wangchuan's eyes seemed to reflect the light of the entire capital city, his thin lips curled up somehow, and he couldn't put it down: "Okay, I'll wait for you for a year."

Qiao Nian looked at him again, hesitant to speak.

She was about to say something, but before her brain could figure out what to say, her cell phone rang.

"I'll take a call."

Qiao Nian glanced at the incoming call, stepped aside and picked it up.

*

In the suites on the top floor of the most prestigious royal hotel in country m that are not reserved for external parties.

Nie Qingru poured herself a glass of red wine, got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows of the room with the goblet in hand, looking at the bustling city below.

Holding the phone in one hand, drinking wine: "I thought you wouldn't answer my call."

A girl's annoying voice soon came from the other end of the phone.

"If I knew it was you calling, maybe I wouldn't answer it."

Nie Qingru's face darkened, she immediately lowered her eyes, and snapped at the girl's name: "Qiao Nian!"

Her anger seemed to sink into the sea, and all she got in return was the girl's more impatient and even frivolous answer: "What do you want from me, just tell me if you have something to do, if you don't tell me, I'll die."

Nie Qingru's finger knuckles were raised while holding the wine glass, and the raised part was slightly white, which showed that her mood fluctuated greatly.

"I heard that your birthday is today?" She tried her best to sound calm and indifferent: "Why didn't you tell me? I might as well get someone to prepare a birthday present for you in advance."

Nie Qingru suppressed her nausea and finished speaking, thinking that if she took the initiative to show her favor, the other party would at least be polite and accept it when she knew it was good.

Who knows, the other end of the phone was silent for a few seconds, and then there was an almost mocking sneer.