Fake daughters are wealthy

On Qiao Nian's left was Mr. Ye, on the right was Ye Qichen who had taken a seat early, and there was only one seat left next to Ye Lan.

Ye Qichen had been staring at him vigilantly since he came in, and he was still gripping the edge of the table with both hands, for fear that his little uncle would shamelessly steal his seat.

Fortunately, Ye Wangchuan glanced at him, consciously dragged away the chair next to Ye Lan and sat down, the corners of his lips curled up in a nice curve, and glanced at the relaxed Ye Qichen, his voice was clear and a little lazy: "Have you received a gift?"

Ye Qichen immediately hugged the game disc that Qiao had read to him in his arms, pursed the corners of his mouth and remained silent.

Ye Wangchuan quite naturally put the car keys on the table, raised his eyebrows, saw his reaction, and smiled slightly: "I accompanied your sister to pick it."

Murder and kill!

Ye Qichen's expression almost collapsed. After looking at him for a moment, he turned around and said to his grandmother in a muffled voice, "I'm going to get my hair cut."

He doesn't want his little uncle anymore!

He is going to murder his uncle.

Ye Lan didn't understand what he meant by cutting his hair on the second day of the first lunar month, so he touched the top of his head and coaxed him: "Why do you want to cut your hair all of a sudden? Your hair isn't long."

"Anyway, I'm going." Ye Qichen was depressed, extremely depressed.

Qiao Nian saw his depressed mood, glanced in the direction of someone, and said disapprovingly, "What do you do to bully a child."

Ye Qichen's eyes were red on the spot, and he almost burst into tears immediately.

But before he had time to put eye drops on his uncle, he heard his uncle's cool voice reminding him: "We still have to stay in Beijing for a few days. If you want to come to the Rhineland to play, think about it before crying."

devil!

Ye Qichen puffed up his cheeks and gave him a hard look.

Ye Wangchuan returned his gaze calmly, as if saying 'you continue'.

Ye Qichen immediately moved his eyes expressionlessly, and put away the reddened corners of his eyes as if he was about to cry.

He also wanted to go and play with his sister, so he must not offend his little uncle, otherwise, given how bad he was, he might shut himself out and not let him in.

Thinking this way in his heart, he still clenched his fists and made up his mind angrily that he must have his hair cut on the second day of the first month of this year.

Size up!

Get a little bald!

"Cough cough." At this moment, Old Man Ye coughed, breaking the staring atmosphere between the two of them, then turned his head and said to the others, "It's almost time for the food to be served."

"I'll call out." Ye Lan took the initiative.

She pressed the brass bell in the private room to urge the dishes.

After a while, the waiters brought in the dishes one by one, filling a large table.

"Put this over there." Ye Fanchuan saw that the spicy chicken ordered by Old Master Ye ordered the person who served it to put it in front of Qiao Nian.

Mr. Ye glanced at his grandson with a half-smile, and said to the person who served the dishes: "Well, it's on Niannian's side, she likes to eat it."

Once again, Qiao Nian felt the gazes in the private room falling on her body, all kinds of probing and sizing wanted to see through her.

She is not used to this kind of family dinner.

But he still sat there politely, and waited for Mr. Ye to start talking about eating before moving his chopsticks and focusing on eating.

She really doesn't talk much.

Even though the rest of the Ye family were curious, they couldn't find a topic for a while, but they all looked at Qiao Nian.

Finally someone took the lead to break the deadlock: "This is... Wang Chuan's girlfriend? A pretty girl, why didn't you bring me back to meet you?"

Before Ye Wangchuan answered the conversation, he played with the cup in his hand, his expression became playful.