Fake daughters are wealthy

It is inconvenient for her to express her ambition, and Song Ya will help her express it.

**

11:[-].

Qiao Nian received a call from Nan Tianyi asking where they were going.

She rolled down the car window and looked at the galloping scenery on both sides: "At most 10 minutes."

Nan Tianyi said warmly: "Then I'll go outside and wait for you first."

After Qiao Nian hung up the phone, he heard Guan Yan in the back row saying, "Why, did you rush me?"

"No, Uncle Nan just call and ask." Qiao Nian put the phone back in his pocket, propped his elbows on the frame of the car window, and brushed aside the black hair hanging from his eyes a little irritably.

It was rare for her not to wear a sweater and jeans today, and she wore a v-neck shirt with black wide-leg pants on her upper body.

The hem of the clothes was tucked into the waistband of the trousers, leaving one side hanging outside.

It fits her aura without being too casual.

"Who told you not to go out early."

Guan Yan is much more flamboyant and glamorous, with a tight red leather skirt wrapping a concave-convex and exquisite figure, revealing a slender snow-white calf, curly hair draped over her shoulders, peach-blossom eyes are sentimental, and there is a kind of thrilling beauty.

She glanced in the direction of Ye Wangchuan, glanced at the Junyong man in white clothes and black pants, and couldn't help talking: "Are you two wearing couple clothes?"

Qiao Nian and Ye Wangchuan are both dressed in the same color today, and they look like couples' outfits in one picture.

Qiao Nian braced her jaw, glanced at her through the rearview mirror, and said in a casual tone, "If you're lonely, go to Qin Si, he should be willing to chat with you."

"..." Guan Yan was choked by success, touched his nose embarrassingly, and spread it on the backrest: "Forget it, I don't want to be talked to by the mother of a good woman."

Qiao Nian didn't like to meddle in other people's private affairs, so she didn't answer.

Guan Yan also shut his mouth in a lack of interest, not daring to provoke this big boss again, lest he would choke to death when he opened his mouth.

At this time, Qiao Nian's cell phone rang.

She lowered her head, picked up her phone and turned on the screen, only to see the WeChat message Ji Nan sent a minute ago.

[I'm here, you haven't come yet? 】

【I'll wait for you outside. 】

[Come and say something. 】

**

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Song Ya and Li Mo estimated that the time would be about the same, so they slowly returned to Song Ling.

Sure enough, Song Ling was alone, and the noble lady who had looked down upon them in every possible way before had already entered, which made them both heave a sigh of relief.

"Sister, let's go in too."

Song Ya took Song Ling's arm, wanting to go in first.

Song Ling kept looking at a certain place, patted Song Ya's hand, and said absent-mindedly, "Wait a minute, let me see who they are waiting for."

"Who is it?" Song Ya followed her gaze.

I saw two men, one old and one young, standing under the steps of the gate not far from them. Both of them were outstanding and attracted a lot of attention.

Unlike Li Mo, Song Ya didn't come to Independent Island to find a man.

She was not interested in men, so she pulled Song Ling down and said, "Who are these two? Why didn't you see brother-in-law."

Song Ling said cautiously: "The head of the Nan family."

Song Ya looked at the middle-aged man in disbelief. The man was tall and powerful, with a dignified appearance. He looked unusual.

but……

She nana: "Isn't the brother-in-law of the Nan family in charge?"

Nanzhengyu has the final say in the Nan family of Independence Island, and his sister has become the best married person in the family from being inconspicuous at the beginning.

Song Ya has always been jealous of Song Ling's luck.

Song Ling couldn't put it into words: "He is a direct descendant."

Song Ya stopped talking, stared at the two people not far away, and then noticed Ji Nan next to him: "That man... I seem to have seen it somewhere."