Fake daughters are wealthy

Ye Wangchuan parted ways with Feng Yu and boarded the plane.

This time they took Feng Yu's private jet, the interior of the plane was not too big, it was considered a relatively standard model among private jets.

Winning in a low-key ~!

Otherwise, at Qiao Nian's eye-catching level.

They have not yet arrived in country m, and the news has already flown over.

Qiao Nian and Mo Xi were examining the paintings that Feng Yu sent over, and when she saw the man getting on the plane, she straightened up and looked over: "Feng Lao is gone?"

"Well, he's gone back." After Ye Wangchuan finished speaking, he walked up to her with long legs and asked them, "How about the painting?"

Moxi lifted the canvas to show him: "Master Wang, no problem, it's that painting."

Ye Wangchuan lowered his eyes and saw the gorgeous sunflowers painted with paint on the drawing board, full of vigor and exquisiteness.

"Okay, put the painting away." He asked Moxi to cover the canvas and put it in the safe of the plane.

Moxi obediently took the painting away.

Ye Wangchuan watched him leave the painting, so he walked up to the girl and said to her, "Let me take care of you before Mr. Feng leaves."

"so?"

Qiao Nian raised her eyebrows and looked up at him slightly.

That look is not an obedient master.

Ye Wangchuan looked at her rebellious face and the willful flamboyance in her eyes, his eyelashes covered her deep eyes with affection, lowered his head and reached out to straighten the brim of her hat.

Then he continued calmly: "When you arrive in country m, remember not to act alone, tell me everything, and we will face and solve it together."

The temperature of his fingertips was slightly cold.

When tidying up the brim of the hat, his fingertips accidentally brushed the girl's cheek.

Qiao Nian's eyelashes trembled subconsciously, and she lowered her eyes. The place touched by his fingers seemed to spark a prairie fire.

Qiao Nian's words rolled down his throat and became hot: "En."

The corners of Ye Wangchuan's mouth could not help but curl up, hooking his neck, and he was about to say something to Qiao Nian in an extremely bewitching posture.

next second.

"My lord."

A disturbing voice suddenly sounded from the left.

Ye Wangchuan's movements froze, and he turned his head to look in the direction of the person who came, with a half-smile still on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were extremely sharp.

Moxi immediately realized that he came at the wrong time, and clapped his ears and explained: "Ahem, that painting, the painting is ready."

Qiao Nian had already collected her emotions. She wasn't as shy as a girl should have been when she was bumped into her. She pulled off her peaked cap and walked to her place calmly: "Talk."

Seeing her sitting by the window, Ye Wangchuan walked back, "I'll get you a blanket."

"Thanks." Qiao Nian followed suit, put the bag by her side, rested her long and straight legs on it, and adjusted the angle of the seat to get ready to sleep.

Seeing that the two separated and went about their own business, Moxi scratched his ears, pushed down the gold-rimmed glasses frame on the bridge of his nose, and said to the girl, "Miss Qiao, then I won't bother you."

"I'll call you again when I'm done."

"it is good."

Qiao Nian responded quickly and nodded at him slightly.

Moxi turned around and took two steps back, still unable to resist the embarrassment in his heart, he turned his head to look at the girl again: "Cough, Miss Qiao, what..."

"En?" Seeing that he didn't leave again, Qiao Nian looked at him if he had something to say to himself.

Moxi plucked up his courage: "Next time I will grasp the scale, and I will never disturb your dating with Wang Ye again."

Qiao Nian was in a daze.

Mo Xi has always been experienced in handling things, and this is his rare self-release in the face of Qiao Nian.