Fake daughters are wealthy

She walked out a few steps and then turned back, staring at someone's beautiful lips, licked her lips and said, "I haven't brushed my teeth yet."

"Huh?" Ye Wangchuan raised his eyes subconsciously, but didn't react.

Qiao Nian had already stood on tiptoe and smacked his mouth, quickly separated, took two steps back and then turned to sneak upstairs to the room: "I'll go up first~"

She ran so fast that she didn't give him time to react.

Ye Wangchuan could only watch her back, raised his hand to touch his kissed lips, lowered his eyes and smiled: "It still... tastes like fried eggs."

**

When Gu San came over, Qiao Nian had already gone to the First Research Institute.

Gu San didn't know. After tidying up the living room a little, he was ready to put on his apron and go to the kitchen to prepare breakfast: "Master, what would Miss Qiao want to eat in the morning? How about I prepare toast + sausage salad."

Seeing that he was busy getting food from the refrigerator, Ye Wangchuan called to him: "No, she's already eaten, and she's not at home now."

"Ah." Gu San turned around with the lettuce in his hand, with a confused look on his face: "Miss Qiao has gone out?"

Ye Wangchuan picked up the half-read financial magazines in the morning and put them back in the drawer: "Well, she left half an hour ago, she is busy."

Gu San had no choice but to put the lettuce back, and asked him dumbly: "Wang Ye, what do you want to eat in the morning, I will make it for you."

Ye Wangchuan raised his eyebrows and looked at him, as if he wanted to ask him why he put the lettuce for salad back. When the words came to his lips, he remembered the soft kiss in the morning, and sat down on the sofa in a happy mood: "Fried eggs."

"..."

"By the way, get me a cup of soy milk."

It was the first time Gu San heard that he wanted to eat this kind of weird breakfast. Doesn't Wang usually eat sandwiches with Americano coffee?

With a puzzled face, he said oh, found the ingredients from the refrigerator, and silently went into the kitchen to make breakfast.

During the few minutes when he went in to make breakfast, Ye Wangchuan took the notebook and put it on his lap, turned on the computer, and was about to start a video conference with Beijing.

The phone on the sofa buzzed and vibrated.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the caller ID on it. It was a number in Independence Island, and he had saved his name. The word Daniel jumped.

He raised his hand to pick up the phone, remembering that this person was Ji Nan's friend, he closed his eyes and picked it up.

"Hey."

His voice was low.

The clearer the voice, the more pleasant it is.

The man on the other end of the phone struggled to say in his substandard Chinese: "Hi, Young Master Ye. Do you remember me? It's me, Daniel."

Ye Wangchuan sat on the sofa, bluntly said: "Do you need something from me?"

Daniel smiled and said, "It's not an important thing either."

Ye Wangchuan waited for him to finish without comment, leaned over and picked up the coffee on the coffee table and took a sip.

Sure enough, seeing that he didn't answer, Daniel said in embarrassment, "Yesterday, you and Ji Nan had an appointment at night, and everyone didn't have a good time. Today, I'm the host and invited a few friends over. If you have time, come out and play together." Play."

Ye Wangchuan put the cup back, with slender fingers, clear phalanges, smooth and beautiful hands: "Sorry, I may not be free."

"Don't." Daniel didn't expect him to refuse, and he said nonchalantly: "That's right, my friend also has rare earth resources. I thought you both have rare earths, so I don't want to introduce you to each other? If you Come here if you’re not too busy, it’s where it was yesterday.”

When Ye Wangchuan heard 'rare earth', he paused for a moment, and became a little interested: "Oh? He also has rare earth?"