Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Ye Wangchuan said goodbye to Feng Yu and got on the plane.

This time they took Feng Yu's private jet. The interior of the jet was not that big, and it was considered a relatively standard model among private jets.

Better to be low-key~!

Otherwise, given Qiao Nian's ability to be discerning.

Before they arrived in country m, the news had already flown over.

Qiao Nian and Mo Xi were checking the paintings sent by Feng Yu together. She turned sideways and saw the man getting on the plane. She straightened up and looked over: "Mr. Feng is gone?"

"Well, he went back." After Ye Wangchuan finished speaking, he walked up to her with long legs and asked them, "How did the painting go?"

Moxi opened the canvas and showed it to him: "Master Wan, no problem, it's that painting."

Ye Wangchuan lowered his eyes and saw the gorgeous sunflowers painted with paint on the drawing board. They were vibrant and exquisite.

"Okay, put the painting away." He asked Moxi to cover the canvas and take it to the airplane safe to put it away.

Moxi obediently took the painting away.

Ye Wangchuan watched him put away the painting, then walked up to the girl and said to her: "Mr. Feng, let me take good care of you before he leaves."

"so?"

Qiao Nian raised her eyebrows and raised her face slightly to look at him.

Those eyes are not obedient.

Ye Wangchuan looked at her unruly face and the wanton arrogance in her eyes. Her eyelashes covered the affection in her deep eyes. He lowered his head and stretched out his hand to straighten the brim of her hat.

Then he continued calmly: "When you arrive in country M, remember not to act alone. Tell me about everything and we will solve it together."

The temperature of his fingertips was slightly cool.

While adjusting the brim of the hat, my fingertips accidentally brushed against the girl's cheek.

Qiao Nian's eyelashes trembled unconsciously and she lowered her eyes. The place where his fingers touched seemed to set off a prairie fire.

Qiao Nian's words rolled down her throat and became scalding: "Yes."

Ye Wangchuan couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and raised his neck, looking extremely bewitching as he was about to say something to Qiao Nian.

The next second.

"Master Wan."

A disturbing voice suddenly sounded from the left side.

Ye Wangchuan's movements stagnated, and he turned back to look in the direction of the person. There was still a half-smile on his lips, but his eyes were extremely sharp.

Moxi immediately realized that he had come at the wrong time and explained in a hurry: "Ahem, that painting has been put away."

Qiao Nian had already collected her emotions. She didn't have the shyness that a girl should have after being hit so hard. She calmly pulled down her cap and walked to her seat: "You guys talk."

Seeing her sitting by the window, Ye Wangchuan walked back: "I'll get you a blanket."

"Thank you." Qiao Nian followed suit and put her bag beside her, resting her long and straight legs on it, adjusting the angle of her seat to get ready for some sleep.

When Moxi saw the two of them separated, each doing their own thing, he scratched his ears, pushed down the gold-rimmed glasses frame on the bridge of his nose, and said to the girl, "Miss Qiao, I won't disturb you anymore."

"I'll call you when it's time."

"good."

Qiao Nian responded quickly and nodded slightly at him.

Moxi turned around and took two steps back. Still unable to resist the embarrassment in his heart, he turned back to look at the girl: "Ahem, Miss Qiao, what is that..."

"Huh?" Qiao Nian saw that he wasn't leaving anymore and had something to say to herself, so she looked at him.

Moxi plucked up his courage: "Next time, I will keep my distance and I will never disturb you and Mr. Wan's love affair again."

Qiao Nian was stunned.

Moxi has always been mature in dealing with matters, but this was a rare moment when he let himself go when facing Qiao Nian.