Fake daughters are wealthy

Wait until you get back to the Rhine.

Qiao Nian went to the refrigerator to get a bottle of Evian, and went up first to report Feng Yu's news.

Ye Wangchuan watched her go back to the room.

After the second floor was quiet, he sat alone on the sofa in the living room, his long legs crossed and folded, he picked up his mobile phone, and entered a series of numbers with his slender fingers.

Immediately afterwards, he dialed the past.

After seven or eight rings over there, he answered: "Don. Why did you think of calling me? Why, have you figured it out?"

The middle-aged man's voice was exactly the same as the voice in Ye's old house last time, it was the same person.

Ye Wangchuan was calm and calm: "Who allows you to find a private detective to follow my girlfriend?"

"what?"

The other party was also surprised.

Ye Wangchuan didn't go around in circles, and warned him in a deep voice: "Take care of your daughter."

There was silence outside for a while, as if he was still thinking about the meaning of his call.

Ye Wangchuan didn't care what he thought, and his words were extremely sharp: "In addition, you seem to have made a mistake, and that is——I never thought of recognizing you."

"No matter what kind of hermit family you are, or whether you have mountains of gold and silver, I don't lack what you have, and I don't care for your things. So keep your mouth shut and don't come to arrange my life. In my eyes, you It's no different from the pedestrians passing by outside, but if you insist on dying under my nose, I don't mind giving you a ride!"

Rarely does he talk so much.

same.

Few people can provoke him.

But at this moment Ye Wangchuan's mood was really not bright, at least after Qiao Nian returned to the room, the turbidity that was pressing on his chest gathered again.

For the first time, he had a strong feeling of wanting someone to die.

"...or you don't want to leave here."

The middle-aged man on the other end of the phone couldn't keep silent any longer, and said vaguely, "I will discipline her."

Ye Wangchuan raised his legs and asked slowly, "How do you plan to discipline him?"

The middle-aged man was silent again.

"I'll tell her well and let her..." He couldn't say a word of apology.

What a noble status the Theron family is, even if they don't belong to the most honorable branch, they can't bow their heads to outsiders at will.

This is undoubtedly humiliating to them.

The middle-aged man changed his words into an understatement of punishment: "Let her reflect on it when she goes back."

Of course, this kind of understatement is already the biggest concession he can make under the premise of Ye Wangchuan's identity!

Otherwise, he wouldn't even have this level of punishment.

As a father, he can realize the stupidity and mistakes of his daughter.

But what's the matter?

He can severely punish his daughter for other mistakes, and he will never say a word about his daughter for a lowly outsider.

But he didn't know that at the moment he finished speaking, they were doomed.

"Heh." Ye Wangchuan smiled.

Slightly overflowing laughter.

It is hard to figure out whether he is satisfied or not.

But soon the middle-aged man knew that he was not satisfied.

Because Ye Wangchuan also used the same understatement to decide their fate: "It seems that you really don't want to leave Beijing."

"Don." The middle-aged man was taken aback.

Ye Wangchuan said without any emotional ups and downs: "You reminded me that if I don't do something, based on your cognition, there is a high probability that you will always think that I will never have a temper, and you will never learn how to behave."

He didn't give the other party a chance to speak, and hung up the phone directly.