Fake daughters are wealthy

Ye Wangchuan ignored their worried expressions, turned around and walked to the driver's seat, opened the car door, and explained to Mo Dong: "I'll accompany her back first. Come over after you pack up here."

"Okay, Mr. Wang." Mo Dong nodded.

It will take some time for him to clear all the monitoring probes near Ji's old house and the intrusion programs at the intersection.

This process still needs Bo Shao's help.

As for Young Master Qin.

Mo Dong was also very perceptive, so he didn't ask Master Wang why he didn't bring Young Master Qin with him, and even clinging on Qin Si's shoulder, before he could react, he dragged him to follow him to monitor the evacuation of the people at each hall ...

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Ye Wangchuan has a villa in Independence Island.

Qiao Nian lived here before.

Stop when you get off-road.

She got out of the car with ease, swiped the iris system to get in, then threw the black backpack she was carrying to the entrance, and walked straight to the second floor.

"I'll go back to my room and take a shower."

"Um."

Ye Wangchuan looked at the bag she left in the hallway, took it into the living room for her and put it away, then went into the kitchen to check the coffee machine.

In the past few months since they left Independence Island, this place has been cleaned every day.

Ye Wangchuan has a cleanliness habit.

The cleaners will leave after doing simple cleaning, they will not stay in the villa too much, and they will not touch the things in the villa.

So he had to clean the coffee machine again if he wanted to use it.

Washed by the cold water, the man's slender fingers are well-defined and beautiful, his forearm has smooth lines, and the cuff buttons of his black shirt are neat. His every movement under water is impeccably arrogant and elegant, and his slowness reveals dignity.

If people in those second-generation circles in Beijing saw this scene, they would definitely roll their eyes.

Ye Shao washes the coffee machine by himself, and also cooks the coffee beans himself. Judging from his every move, this is not the first time he has done this.

Skillful everywhere.

What is Ye Wangchuan's identity?

From birth, he was doomed to be the favored son of heaven.

The top heir in the capital city, the only single seedling of the Ye family, such a person should be a person who does not touch the spring water in anyone's eyes.

However, this is not the case.

That's quite the impact.

Ye Wangchuan took out coffee beans from the cabinet, added a spoon into it with downcast eyes, thought for a while, and remembered that Qiao Nian didn't like too bitter drinks.

Rubbing the smudged eyes, she turned around and went to the refrigerator to take out a bottle of milk, ready to add creamer and sugar cubes to the coffee.

……

upstairs.

Qiao Nian closed the door as soon as she entered the room, and went to the bathroom to take a cold shower.

The weather in late September is not too cold, but not too hot.

The first moment the icy cold water came down and touched the skin was cold, but this kind of cold was very suitable for stimulating the nerves, and washed away the manic depression in her body a little.

She didn't stay long, took a quick shower, then picked up the bathrobe she had on hand and put it on, and wiped the water droplets from her hair with a towel.

The mirror was filled with hot air, making it difficult to see his face clearly.

Qiao Nian didn't bother to look in the mirror, and walked into the room while wiping her hair.

When I came out, I saw someone in the room.

Look again.

It was Ye Wangchuan.

Her nerves relaxed, and she didn't treat him as an outsider. She went straight to the beanbag sofa by the window, and naturally put the towel for wiping her hair on the coffee table: "Why are you here?"

"I knocked on the door, I thought you heard it, so I opened the door and came in." Ye Wangchuan held up the things he brought and walked towards her.

(End of this chapter)