Fake daughters are wealthy

Chapter 1808 Trial next Wednesday

Anyway, this wave of overseas medical associations was dragged down by Jiang Xianrou.

Qin Si thought of this, and said in a low voice: "Jiang Xianrou's trial next Wednesday, will you go to see it?"

Qiao Nian hadn't thought about this question yet, she reached out to touch the peaked cap and withdrew her hand again, with a groan, a trace of irritability appeared in her eyes, and said casually, "We'll talk about it later."

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Ye family at this moment.

Ye Wangchuan contacted Mr. Ye as soon as he got off the plane.

At this moment, the living room of the old house was full of people, and almost all the main members of the Ye family had arrived.

Now everyone has a copy of the detailed information distributed to them by Gu San.

Ye Shan and Ye Keji were also among them.

Everyone lowered their heads and quietly looked at the materials they had been given. Ye Wangchuan didn't have many materials sent to them, but the main process and results were all on it...

Soon, most of the people had read all the materials and looked at each other in blank dismay. No one made a sound as the 'early bird'.

On the contrary, Ye Shan put down the things in her hand, turned her head, looked at the young man sitting next to Mr. Ye, and said with a smile: "Wang Chuan, I didn't expect you to find all these goods back so soon. You are young and have a lot of money." Why. Among the younger generation of the Ye family, you are the most promising, and the hall aunt is right about you!"

She spoke beautifully, thinking that when the goods were robbed, she was the one who caused the most trouble in the Ye family.

Now that Ye Wangchuan has found the goods, she is the first person to say nice things here again.

No matter how you look at it, it's a bit hypocritical.

The corners of Old Ye's eyes twitched, admiring her courage to show up at this juncture, without putting her tail between her legs. He coughed and glanced sideways.

The man was dressed in a black shirt, his eyebrows and eyes were exquisite and picturesque, and his temperament was self-contained.Holding the teacup with his porcelain white fingers, he lowered his head and took a sip before putting down the cup in a leisurely manner. He raised his eyes and looked in Ye Shan's direction. It seemed that the wind was calm, and his eyes were calm, but full of oppression. ten!

"I remember Tanggu you said that if Wang Fei didn't betray the Ye family, you would personally apologize to him." After Ye Fanchuan finished speaking, he raised his finger lightly, and called the person standing in the corner: "Wang Fei."

"Yes, Mr. Wang." A lean man stood up, he was young, he had a kind of unscrupulous temperament, he seemed unreliable, but he was clever and quick in handling things.

Ye Wangchuan specially picked him out and gave it to the Ye family.

Who knew that Ye Shan was still chattering, thinking that he had arranged for his own people to come in.

"Tanggu, I'm standing here, please apologize." Ye Wangchuan didn't bother to argue with others, but Ye Shan had touched him before, he held grudges, and some things were hard to get over.

His tone was languid and casual.

But no one in the Ye family's old house dared to take a big breath.

Ye Keji was even more startled by the increasingly frightening aura around his nephew.

The last time Ye Shan talked about her girlfriend, it seemed that she had kicked the iron plate.

"Aunt in the lobby?" Seeing that the buttocks of the person sitting there didn't move, Ye Wangchuan urged impatiently: "Do you want me to treat you?"

This time Ye Shan slapped her face, her face was dry and hot, she was extremely embarrassed, she wished she could find a crack in the ground and slip in.

But she said the words, and people want to argue with her, so she could only hold her breath, stood up angrily, as if choking her throat, pulled the corners of her mouth, and apologized dryly: "Ah, that Wang Fei, Sorry, I misunderstood you, don't take it to heart."

Wang Fei knew that Mr. Wang was venting his anger on him, so he looked at his eyes and nose, and was very polite: "It's okay, I am soft-spoken, if the branch president misunderstands me, he will misunderstand me. It doesn't matter that I am a small person."

Inside and outside the words, it's all a run.