Fake daughters are wealthy

The young man's name is Nike, and he is a friend Guan Yan met in the slums of continent B.

At that time, she was transporting a batch of goods there for Daji, but was stopped by the local gang on the way.Because she didn't understand the local situation in advance, she capsized in the gutter and almost lost her life.

She was injured and ran to the slums, and met Nike who was treating an old woman.

She was quite desperate at the time, and opened her mouth to help the other party. Unexpectedly, the man who seemed gentle and timid not only helped her, but also healed her injuries, and made her hide in the slums for half a month.

Later, when she recovered from her injury and contacted Sun, they separated...

It is precisely because of this experience that Guan Yan came out to meet at such a sensitive time.

She was still thinking about Nike and his little friend who refused to leave the slums, so she rarely asked the two of them with ease, "By the way, why did you suddenly think of coming to the illegal area to find me?"

Just then there was a knock on the door.

Guan Yan frowned displeasedly: "Who is it!"

The people outside heard the voice inside and said softly: "Hello guest, I am the waiter, and I am here to bring you water."

Guan Yan rubbed the space between his brows, and suppressed his temper: "Come in."

People from outside pushed the door and came in.

Sure enough, it was a woman dressed as a waiter.

She came in with a tray in her hand, and poured a cup of rose tea into a teacup with blue enamel in front of everyone.

While speaking softly, he introduced to the guests in the private room: "This is our specialty tea, a rose tea that is baked and stir-fried with freshly collected roses."

Guan Yan ignored her introduction, and looked at the other two people in the box, mainly at Nike: "By the way, I just asked you a question, but you haven't answered yet."

"Why did you suddenly think of coming to the illegal area to find me?"

Nike has been paying attention to the waiter pouring tea, and when she asks about it, he seems to come back to his senses suddenly, with a trace of uncontrollable complexity on his expression.

It's just that Guan Yan was happy that they came to find him, and didn't notice the fleeting expression change on his face, and still looked at them with relaxation and trust.

Nike opened his mouth, forced a smile, and his eyes flickered: "We're here to buy medicines, and I'll ask you out for a meeting."

"Drugs?" Guan Yan knew that the slums were in urgent need of medicines, and would often support them. Hearing this, he narrowed his eyes slightly: "What kind of medicine? You can make a list for me later, and I'll ask someone to find it for you later."

Nike's expression became more and more indescribable, his eyes moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something to her.But out of the corner of his eye, he touched the waiter who was quietly pouring tea for them in the box, and he seemed to be very jealous, so he forcibly endured it and went back: "Okay, thank you."

"We are close friends, you don't have to be so polite with me." Guan Yan also found that he was frequently looking at the waiter in their box.

He opened his mouth to urge: "It's not done yet?"

The woman just poured three cups of tea and straightened her waist: "It's ready, guest."

"En." Guan Yan responded, and said with a dull expression: "I don't need you here for the time being, go out."

The waitress silently put away the tray, left the box very sensiblely, and brought her to the door by the way.

Watching that person go out.

A pair of clear eyes fell on Nike again, and he said steadily: "Did you have something to tell me just now. There is no one now, so go ahead."

"..." Nike's heart skipped a beat, he didn't expect her to observe so meticulously and so keenly, she could accurately capture his emotions in just a moment.