Fake daughters are wealthy

Ye Wangchuan saw the balls of paper scattered on the floor in the room, and looked at the messy things on her desk, which seemed to be all drawing tools, but he didn't even ask a question, as if he didn't see it, he lowered his head and looked at her. Concentrated and uncompromising: "Normal temperature."

"Ah." When Qiao Nian took the cup, she realized that it was not the iced drink she wanted, and she was a little disappointed.

But Ye Wangchuan stepped past her and walked in, saying: "Did you forget that you had a stomachache when you came to my aunt last time? There is still a week left, I asked the doctor, you can't touch ice this week, so I didn't add ice to you .”

When he talked about this, his expression was very natural, calm and relaxed, without any strangeness.

Qiao Nian stared at him with beautiful black eyes for a long time, but she was speechless. She pulled her shoulders down as a surrender, and walked back with his footsteps while holding the cup, saying, "All right. Is this sweet? "

She doesn't like sweet drinks, this habit, even Gu San has figured it out.

How could Ye Wangchuan not know about her problem, for a person who doesn't even like milk tea, letting her drink sweet drinks will probably kill her.

"Not too sweet."

It was the first time for Ye Wangchuan to describe the taste of sour plum juice to a girl. It was a novelty for the first time: "It's sour, but sweet. Try it. If you don't like it, don't drink it. I'll ask Gu San to bring you another glass of lemon juice." Come to the water..."

Qiao Nian raised his eyelids to look at him, sat on the chair, held the mug in both hands, took a sip without saying a word.

As someone said, the entrance is a little sour, after the sour taste, it becomes sweet and sweet, and the taste is not bad.

"It's okay." Her brows were stretched, her beautiful black eyes were lifted up, she seemed to be in a better mood, and she raised the corners of her mouth, unwillingly said: "Adding some ice cubes should taste even better."

Ye Wangchuan automatically ignored her words, and had already seen clearly that the laptop on her desk was opened with drawing software.

However, unlike the drawing software on his usual office software, the drawing software on Qiao Nian's notebook seems to be more professional.

He only took one look before looking back, and then turned his gaze to the girl who was lazily sitting on the chair drinking sour plum juice, and said in a low voice, "Grandpa just sent me a message."

Qiao Nian drank water from the mug, and relaxed. Once she relaxed, she felt a little sleepy.

Hearing his deep and provocative voice, she casually raised her head and tilted her head, as if waiting for him to continue.

"He asked me to work hard." Ye Wangchuan chuckled, his eye-catching face was extremely charming, his bottomless eyes looked at the girl, and he was a little focused: "It seems to me that he means that he is afraid of me...eating soft food .”

"??"

Qiao Nian finally pulled himself together from the drowsiness, glanced at him leisurely, and said straightforwardly, "Do you want to eat soft food?"

Ye Wangchuan: "..."

Qiao Nian looked him up and down again, looked away, and returned to his lazy and evil look, and said frankly: "Don't even think about it, I can't afford you."

The heir of the Ye family in Beijing, and the boss of the Nine Institutes, she has a little money, but it is difficult to support Ye Wangchuan.

And just by looking at the decoration of his apartment in the Rhine, it can be seen how much money he can spend. The sofa downstairs can easily cost seven figures.

The hair dryers in her room start at 6 figures.

It's not that she's modest, he's quite difficult to raise, at least not the type that can be fed by eating dregs and vegetables, costing money.