Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Qiao Nian was attracted by his novel statement, turned around and said nonchalantly: "So you are a donkey?"

Ye Wangchuan turned her head again and continued to blow-dry her hair gently: "Whether I am a donkey or not depends on whether God Qiao has carrots."

Qiao Nian was drowsy by the warm air from the hair dryer. She propped her chin up and thought about his problem in a hazy state.

Her hair is not long.

Ye Wangchuan was dried in no time.

He just used the elastic band on his wrist to tie the girl's tail into a ponytail. However, he was not very good at his craftsmanship and was not proficient in business. The ponytail was loose and there were a few strands of hair that were not tied up properly.

"Tsk." Ye Wangchuan couldn't help but click his tongue when he saw his results, and gently took off the rubber band again.

Qiao Nian's black shoulder-length hair once again fell on her shoulders like a waterfall. She reached out and grabbed it, seeming to realize it.

"I'll do it." She took the rubber band from Ye Wangchuan and neatly tied her hair into a small ball, revealing her slender white neck.

Ye Wangchuan stepped aside so as not to block her.

His eyes fell on the girl's flexible movements, observing how the girl tied her hair, and thought about what he should do next time.

Because he was distracted, he didn't notice that Qiao Nian was staring at him deeply after tying up her hair. .

"You..." Qiao Nian stared at him for several seconds, then suddenly said, "How about we give it a try?"

"Huh?" Ye Wangchuan raised his eyelids slightly and leaned back on the edge of the table. He looked a bit lazy like a nobleman. The home clothes he wore gave off a runway-like high-end feel, and the slightly open neckline enhanced the atmosphere. To the extreme: "What to try?"

There is a kind of teasing called teasing without knowing it.

He is the typical example now.

Qiao Nian is actually a visual person, otherwise he would not have become the chief designer of Yuan Yongqin's seven.

She has a pursuit and taste for beauty. People who pursue beauty must also like and be addicted to beauty...

Qiao Nian looked at him directly: "That's what you keep saying."

"?" Ye Wangchuan was slightly startled.

She walked forward, stood in front of him, raised her head slightly, and met his eyes: "Actually, there is really no need to wait until 20. I am not that traditional person."

She is very simple.

Identify a person and that is that person.

As for age... She was a child who came out of the orphanage and grew up with the Qiao family without anyone caring about her. In fact, no one told her what age she could do this.

No one taught her this.

But Qiao Nian has never stepped beyond the thunder pool.

It's not impossible.

Just respect yourself.

"If it's you, it's not impossible." Qiao Nian lowered her eyelashes slightly, covering the sparkling eyes. She put her hands on the edge of the table where Ye Wangchuan was leaning, and leaned forward slightly. She could do the simple movements without a doubt. It’s teasing: “What do you think?”

"..." Ye Wangchuan could feel the girl's gentle breath, and could also hear the sound of his own blood burning and boiling.

He restrained himself at the last moment, grabbed the girl's wrist, and tightened his fingers: "Nian Nian, don't make trouble."

Qiao Nian looked up at him and said nothing.

That slightly raised and eye-catching face was the biggest challenge to Ye Wangchuan's self-control.

Ye Wangchuan was defeated when he looked at her. He raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows. He suddenly pulled the girl into his arms and lowered his head to kiss her.

This time he indulged himself.

It wasn't until the corners of Qiao Nian's mouth were frayed that he forcefully pulled himself back, fixed her hanging hair, and said in a low voice: "Idiot, I haven't given you a perfect wedding yet."