Fake daughters are wealthy

On her way back from Jiang Zongjin's in the afternoon, a black car stopped slowly beside her.

Qiao Nian saw that the car was following her all the way, so she raised her hand and pulled off her peaked cap, her eyes were cold, and she stopped in her tracks.

A man wearing the driver's clothes got off the car quickly, and trotted in front of her: "Miss Qiao, my husband is here to invite you."

"Your... sir?" The girl narrowed her eyes slightly, her aura was quite strong.

The driver immediately reacted: "My husband's surname is Wei, and he is an old friend of yours."

"..."

guard?

Also know her.

There is only one family in Beijing.

Qiao Nian did not expect that Wei Lou's family would look for her, so after thinking about it, she walked to the side of the road.

Seeing that she was willing to go with him, the driver breathed a sigh of relief, hurried to catch up, and ran to the front to open the door for her: "Miss Qiao, please."

"Thank you." The girl thanked him politely but distantly.

The driver froze for a moment, a little unresponsive.

He had always heard that the fiancee of the Ye family was cold-tempered and difficult to get close to, but he did not expect that she was not as difficult to get along with as the rumors said.

He came back to see that the person was seated, quickly closed the car door, and trotted to the front to drive again.

The driver peeked at the people in the back row through the rearview mirror, probably because he was afraid that she would be scared, and explained to her in a gentle voice: "Mr. Wei is not far away."

"Okay." Seeing his kindness, Qiao Nian replied patiently.

The driver saw that she was extremely calm and did not appear to be afraid, so he felt relieved and turned his eyes away to concentrate on driving.

**

The courtyard of the Ye family's old house is deep, and it is located near the most prosperous Chang'an Street, but the winding paths are deep and secluded, giving it a quiet atmosphere amidst the hustle and bustle.

There are all kinds of precious flowers and plants in the courtyard in the design style of the courtyard, among which the orchids that the old man loves most are the main ones.

There are exquisite birdcages hanging beside the pillars of the brown-red gazebo, in which beautiful thrushes are kept. The little birds jump around on the branches, and their tail feathers are extremely bright.

The old house has a lot of scenery, not high-profile but also low-key and calm.

However, the atmosphere in the old house today is very dignified, the servants who come and go are in a hurry, walking with their heads down, and no one dares to speak loudly.

A council hall that has not been used for a long time.

Master Cheng, Wei Mingxuan and others were all there.

Ye Maoshan was sitting at the top, picking up the teacup at hand, skimming off the froth with the tea lid, and taking a sip of tea impatiently.

He put the teacup back on the table, then swept across the crowd and asked, "What do you think? Do you want to stop discussing?"

Among the younger generation, Ye Fanchuan was the head, and Bo Jingxing, Qin Si and others were all there.

Even Bo Zheng rarely appeared here.

There are many people inside, but very few people can speak.

Bo Zheng didn't know much about these things, so he just sat on the sidelines, his resolute and handsome face didn't move at all, and the corners of his lips were tightly pursed, and he hardly expressed his opinion.

The only ones who can really make professional decisions are Master Cheng and others.

Master Cheng thought for a moment: "...how about pushing it?"

Ye Maoshan pursed the corner of his mouth, and the tiger's eyes flashed a look of helplessness: "Do you think so?"

Master Cheng was helpless, raised his head to meet his eyes, and said bitterly: "Although hiding is not an option, we don't know what the other party wants to do. If you agree rashly, I'm afraid there will be accidents in the middle!"

Everyone present fell silent.

In fact, everyone thinks so.

Bo Jingxing and others have not expressed their opinions, but they are actually worried about this.