Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

After Qiao Nian came out, she walked to the bed and picked up the mobile phone that was thrown on the quilt. She was about to go to the desk to turn on the computer when she heard a knock at the door.

She remembered what Ye Wangchuan had told her before to come up and find her.

He raised his head and said to the door: "The door is unlocked, come in."

She walked to the desk, opened her laptop, pulled out her chair and was about to sit down.

She saw someone coming in from outside, holding a bowl of hot food in his hand. The porcelain white bowl was put down in front of her. Qiao Nian lowered her head and saw the fragrant white porridge inside. She was stunned for a moment and raised her head. He looked at the person handing him something and said, "Did you cook it?"

"Otherwise?" Ye Wangchuan prepared a side dish for her in addition to the porridge. The whole thing was very light: "The aunt who is cooking is not here, so I am the only one doing it myself."

He put down his chopsticks, pulled up a chair and sat down. He said to the girl with a clear and handsome look, "You have a bad stomach. Eat something to cushion your stomach first."

Qiao Nian sat down silently, picked up the chopsticks, and tasted the taste.

It's a very homely and light taste. She didn't like to eat this kind of southern light taste in the past and always found it boring.

She prefers hot pot, spicy chicken and other flavors that stimulate her taste buds.

But as she sipped the porridge and side dishes cooked by Ye Wangchuan himself that night, she suddenly felt that the light taste was not so unacceptable.

At least she finished eating.

Qiao Nian is not the type to eat quickly, but she is not someone who likes to be coy about such things either.

After Qiao Nian finished cooking the porridge and side dishes, she felt a sense of warmth in her stomach. She relaxed her brows and looked at someone: "You came to me to say something?"

"Drink some water first."

Ye Wangchuan handed her a bottle of water just in time and carefully unscrewed the cap.

Qiao Nian looked at the water he handed over and felt as if she was being taken care of by Chenchen, but Yingbai's hand still stretched out to take it.

"You want to ask why you didn't tell Ji Lingfeng that it was me who helped?"

Ye Wangchuan raised his eyebrows when he saw her obediently drinking some water. Her very long eyelashes covered her eyes, and her eyes were raised beautifully: "If I ask you, will you tell me?"

Qiao Nian nodded honestly and said naturally: "If you ask me, I will tell you."

This sentence is more lethal than love words.

Ye Wangchuan took the water from her hand, screwed the lid on for her and put it on the table aside. Then he said unhurriedly: "I won't ask."

"You can do whatever you want."

Qiao Nian was a little sleepy and absent-minded after taking a shower and eating. When she heard his low and careless voice, she somehow felt clearer.

A pair of clear eyes stared at him.

Ye Wangchuan was a little stunned by her direct gaze. He unconsciously raised his hand to touch the bridge of his nose, and was about to ask her what was wrong.

I thought there was something dirty on my face.

Just as the girl blinked her eyes quickly, she shook her head angrily: "It's nothing."

Ye Wangchuan raised his eyebrows and looked at her again when he realized something.

Qiao Nian seemed to be looking away from him more and more, and she felt that there was no need to dare to look at him, so she turned her head to meet his gaze in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, her eyes dropped, her throat moved up and down, but she still followed her heart and suddenly stood up and leaned over.

The soft lips pressed against each other, then parted again.

Qiao Nian's careless face showed a rare dodge. She put her fist to her lips and coughed dryly: "I think I should thank you, but saying thank you is too tacky."