Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

The other side.

Qiao Nian opened the passenger door, got into the car calmly, fastened her seat belt, and returned his coat to him: "You don't need this if the car has a heater."

"Put it there." Ye Wangchuan also got on the car from the other side and pointed to the location.

Qiao Nian conveniently put her coat where he said it, and sat lazily on the spot with her eyes closed to relax. There was a light purple color under her eyelids.

Her eyelashes are very long. When she lowers her eyelashes, it is difficult for others to notice the tiredness under her eyelids. Only when she relaxes and is as unguarded as she is now can she see the light traces.

Ye Wangchuan subconsciously adjusted the warm air to a comfortable temperature, then closed the car window to block out the noise outside, and asked her in a low voice: "Have you not had a good rest these days?"

"Yes." Qiao Nian's eyes were still closed, her red lips pursed, and she said softly: "The final result of Zhou Zheng's matter hasn't come out yet, so I can't sleep well."

There was a trace of distress in Ye Wangchuan's eyes, and he was not in the mood to mention the boy he had just chatted with. His jaw tightened, and he put his coat on her body again, and softly comforted her: "What are you worried about? With the old man here, there will be no accidents this time."

Mr. Ye's status is closely focused on Zhou Zheng's case. Even if the Zhou family spends money to establish relationships, no one would dare to get into trouble.

What's more, this case also involves Master Cheng and Jiu Suo, but anyone who knows a little bit understands how deep the water is here.

Only people with smart brains would wade into this muddy water.

Therefore, Zhou Zheng’s case basically upholds the first-instance verdict and is unlikely to overturn the verdict.

Qiao muttered "En", but she didn't know if she heard it.

Seeing her tired and sleepy look, Ye Wangchuan didn't want her to be too tired, so he didn't continue the topic. Instead, he started the car and asked her, "Where are we waiting? Are you going back?"

Qiao Nian then opened her eyes: "Rhine."

She pressed her forehead, remembered what she had promised, turned her head and said to someone: "I have to go back and write a song."

She hasn't touched music for a long time.

Although I promised Nie Mi to help write a new song, to be honest, if I really want to do it, I'm afraid I have to find inspiration first, otherwise I really won't be able to write it.

"Yes." Ye Wangchuan turned the steering wheel and drove towards home. Cen Bo's lips were slightly raised, and he said in a nice curve: "I'll make you hot pot tonight."

Qiao Nian raised the ends of her eyes, finally feeling a little more interested. She raised her hand to lower her peaked cap, and slumped down on the passenger seat more relaxedly.

**

After Zhou Zheng's first-instance verdict came out, the Zhou family not only talked to Ye Wangchuan about the terms of a private settlement, but also found out an important piece of news from other people.

They rushed from Beijing to the city overnight.

Then early the next morning, he brought his big and small bags and knocked on the door of a unit building in an ordinary resettlement community around the city.

"Who is it?"

The people inside responded.

Father Zhou tried his best to look affable, raised the corners of his mouth hypocritically, and forced a smile.

The rusty iron door opened, and a middle-aged woman's face peeked out.

The middle-aged woman looked very simple, wearing a knitted sweater. Seeing so many people standing in front of her house, she frowned, a little surprised and wary: "Who are you looking for?"

"Is this Aunt Chen?" Father Zhou's expression became increasingly warm, and he did not dislike the middle-aged woman's poor appearance, so he reached out to shake her hand.

But as soon as Aunt Chen heard him asking herself, she immediately shook her head and closed the door: "I'm sorry, you have the wrong person."