Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Zhang Yang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and turned to Qiao Nian and said: "Miss Qiao is usually very busy and doesn't see anyone, and we don't have much chance to have a meal with you. I think the people who come to your birthday party must be people who sincerely want to celebrate your birthday." , since it’s a birthday, let’s get together happily. Everything else is just a formality.”

Qiao Nian was not a person who liked to talk about others' opinions, but seeing them all trying to persuade her, as if she was afraid that she would not be able to think about it, she found it funny, raised the corners of her mouth, and said with an unruly look, "I can't say no to my birthday either."

Zhang Yang smiled and said: "Then it's settled. I've prepared all the gifts! My parents also want to come."

His mind works very quickly.

Ye Wangchuan was also willing to reward smart people, so he hummed and said, "Then ask your uncle and aunt to come with you."

Zhang Yang was overjoyed, but he was very smart and didn't say any polite words like thank you. He just smiled and enthusiastically put vegetables into the hot pot for everyone.

"Have you booked the hotel yet?" Qin Si glanced at him and turned to ask the man.

Ye Wangchuan had enough time to put the cooked tripe into Qiao Nian's bowl, put down his chopsticks, took a leisurely sip of tea, and said, "No, let's discuss it with Mr. Jiang and uncle tomorrow before deciding."

Qin Si raised his eyes and originally thought about whether the time was too tight, but when he saw someone's calm and leisurely look, his mind finally turned around.

In the capital city, it is not easy for Mr. Wan to book a hotel, it is just a matter of one sentence.

Same thing morning and night.

He was smart enough not to ask further, and muttered: "I also want to bring my mother with me, and invite a few more people to make it fun."

Ye Wangchuan Qingjun had no expression on his face. He put down the tea cup and said calmly: "Remember to seal the red envelope bigger."

"Didn't you just say you only look at your heart?!" Qin Si cursed.

Ye Wangchuan glanced at him sideways and said calmly: "If you have money, don't make money, you bastard."

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Qin Si and Zhang Yang were speechless.

Gu San has long been accustomed to someone's dog-like performance, and has become the only person who is as stable as an old dog.

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At noon the next day, he actually made an appointment with Jiang Zongjin and Mr. Jiang.

Ye Wangchuan booked a private restaurant that was relatively close to Mr. Jiang's nursing home. The dishes he ordered were mainly light and suitable for older people.

After the meal, he took care of the two elders and behaved very appropriately.

Mr. Jiang and Jiang Zongjin became more and more satisfied with him.

The three of them then chatted about what to do for Qiao Nian's birthday. This part was mainly explained by Ye Wangchuan. He put forward a rough plan, including where to hold it, who to invite, and what the process was...

Mr. Jiang and the others listened to the whole process, only occasionally interjecting a sentence or two to ask about specific details, and almost never expressed different opinions.

Mainly, the process proposed by Ye Wangchuan was perfect, as if it had been planned for a long time, and they couldn't find any dissatisfaction at all.

It was not until the end that Mr. Jiang asked: "Who should we invite as Nian Nian's witness?"

The only people he was familiar with were Ye Maoshan and Xu Jishen's grandfather Shen Lao, and Nie Mi... These three people had approached him separately and mentioned insinuating that they wanted to be an adult witness for Qiao Nian.

Among them, Mr. Ye was the most caring. He called him every three days and even went to the nursing home to visit him yesterday.

Jiang Weishang thought that Ye Wangchuan would mention his grandfather. He never thought that the dignified Young Master Ye had no intention of choosing Mr. Ye. He smiled slightly and said, "This is a secret for the time being."

"Who is it?" Mr. Jiang wanted to ask again.

He still didn't say anything and remained mysterious: "You will know when the time comes."