Fake daughters are wealthy

Beijing City eats a lot, and when they left the airport, there was a Buick with the license plate Beijing 666888 waiting outside.

Gu Sanjia opened the car door with ease, and smiled to let Qiao Nian get in the car first.

"Miss Qiao, get in the car first. I've already reserved a seat when we go to Yufu for dinner."

Although Yuan Yongqin bought her a lot of real estate in Beijing, this was actually Qiao Nian's first visit to Beijing, and he was not familiar with the place, so he didn't know where the Yufu he was talking about was, so he just said 'hmm' , then bent over to get on the bus.

When Qiao Nian got into the car, Gu San gave up his seat with great insight, smiled and said to the man behind: "Master Wang, you and Miss Qiao sit in the back row, and I will guide the way in front."

Driver of the Ye family: ...

San Shao, what does this mean?humiliate him?

He has been driving Ye Lao for 20 years. There is no place in the streets and alleys of Beijing that he doesn't know, from the airport to the Yufu, how can he lose it?

Just as the driver was thinking this way, the front door was pulled open. He watched Gu Sanfeng rush into the car, and said to him, "Please go to Yufu."

"Ah."

The driver was depressed, he was in Ye's house, he knew how to do more and talk less, so he turned the car silently and drove towards Hawangfu Road.

Yufu is one of the best private restaurants in Beijing. Many people in the upper circle love to eat here, and it is famous for its Suzhou cuisine.

Similar in nature to Shuixiexuan around the city, the price is as loud as its reputation.

Gu San didn't think there was anything wrong, and took out his mobile phone to call the manager of Yufu in the passenger seat, asking them to reserve a seat.

*

The other side of the airport.

Qiao Weimin and Shen Qiongzhi had been standing on the side of Airport Road for quite a while.

They were the first to get off the plane when they landed. After getting off the plane and getting their luggage, they waited on the side of the road for another hour.

Qiao Weimin raised his wrist impatiently, and glanced at his watch: "Is Chen Chen not here yet? Do you want to call them?"

Shen Qiongzhi looked embarrassed: "...wait a little longer."

"How long do we have to wait here from getting on the plane to getting off the plane? It's almost dark."

While talking, he saw a Buick driving by on the side of the road. The black body was handsome in the sun, and the license plate also started with a low-key and arrogant Beijing brand.

Beijing.666888

Just from the license plate number, it is known that not everyone can afford to drive, and it is not known what kind of person is sitting in it.

After he sighed in his heart, he looked at himself in the mirror of the roadside shop—carrying luggage, standing on the side of the road in a state of embarrassment, with a look of distress and exhaustion, no different from those migrant workers who went to Beijing to work.

He couldn't help but pick up his heart.

Thinking of what Shen Qiongzhi said, Qiao Nian might fly to Beijing on the next flight.

Can't help but think, when Qiao reads it, she will be like them. No one came to Jiang's house for a long time, so let her wait on the airport road?

*

The Buick soon stopped in front of a restaurant on Wangfu Road.

Gu San turned his head and said to the two people in the back row: "Miss Qiao, Mr. Wang, we're here."

The driver of the Ye family saw through the rearview mirror that the girl who was sitting with their young master raised her head, her eyes were as black as ink, and her snow-white and beautiful face still had the dryness of just waking up, and the tails of her eyes were angry.

It doesn't look like the squeamishness of a lady in the capital at all.

There is a lingering aura of chaotic society around him.

But she was so beautiful that even wearing a peaked cap couldn't hide her pretty face. The driver really couldn't associate her with the word "little gangster".