Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Qiao Nian took it and said, "Thank you."

Ye Wangchuan took some time to watch her insert her habit into the lemonade, leaning slightly on the back of the soft chair, watching the girl's every move, and said without blinking: "Are you going to see Mr. Jiang after you go back?"

Qiao Nian bit back her habit and relaxed her expression: "Go."

"I'll accompany you." Ye Wangchuan crossed his hands in front of him and said calmly: "I haven't visited Mr. Jiang and Uncle Jiang for a long time. I happen to have something to discuss with Uncle Jiang, so I'll go with you. "

Qiao Nian let go of the straw, turned her head and looked at him, a little suspicious, but didn't say anything, and said calmly, "That's okay."

She seemed to remember something, and her eyes slipped to the man's right shoulder.

Ye Wangchuan wore a lace-up casual-style suit today. The fabric of the suit had a strong sense of fall, and the blue and black striped texture was looming. The overall style was the bathrobe style that has been very popular recently.

It is difficult for ordinary people to control this lazy style.

However, he used this style to its proper effect, showing off his arrogance and laziness in every aspect, without the slightest hint that he was still a patient.

Qiao Nian's eyes narrowed slightly: "Your shoulders..."

Ye Wangchuan raised his hand and touched the injured area, smiled, and said with lowered eyes: "Don't worry, the wound is scabbing. Doctor Yu said it won't affect daily activities, as long as it doesn't get wet."

"Well."

Qiao Nian believed more in Yu Yan's medical skills. He nodded and stopped talking. He put the drink in his hand aside, propped up his long legs, put on the eye mask he found somewhere, and yawned. Said: "I'm sleepy~ I'll take a nap. Call me when you get there."

"Okay." Ye Wangchuan raised his fingers and called the flight attendant to bring a blanket over, put it on the girl, and dimmed the lights above.

The plane took off into the sky five minutes later.

Ye Wangchuan sat next to the sleeping girl, calmly took out his laptop, opened it, and logged in to a forum account.

There is wifi on the plane and the signal is pretty good.

After logging in with his ID, he clicked on the private message in the background, and sure enough he received an email. The other party said in English that the items had been sent to his residence in Beijing.

Ye Wangchuan took out his cell phone again and leaned on his seat, editing a text message to ask Gu San to get the express delivery, and telling him not to mess with the contents in the carton.

When Gu San came back to him and got the photo of the express delivery, Ye Wangchuan lowered his eyes and turned off the dim light on the screen. He looked at the side of the girl's sleeping face with her eyes covered, raised her thin lips, and then raised his hand to gently help her tuck. After tucking up the blanket, he and Qiao Nian leaned back together and closed their eyes to rest...

**

More than ten hours later, the plane arrived at Beijing Airport.

The Ye family sent a car to pick them up.

Gu San also drove over.

So everyone divided into three groups.

Ye Lan and Ye Qichen first went back to their old house to report to Mr. Ye about Ye Wangchuan's physical condition in the past few days, while Qin Si went home by himself.

As for Guan Yan, he chose to go with Qiao Nian and Ye Wangchuan and stay in a hotel temporarily.

Before leaving, Qin Si pulled the car door unwillingly and wanted to try harder: "You really don't want to go back with me to see your parents?"

Guan Yan's peach blossom eyes were slightly raised, and her red lips opened and closed ruthlessly: "Are you sick?? Why should I go back with you to see your parents?"

Qin Si wanted to say something else, but Ye Lan grabbed him and said, "Okay, you go back and tell your mother that you are safe first, and we will talk about the rest later."

Ye Lan has a very high status in Beijing, and he is also the elder of Ye Wangchuan. Qin Si has always respected her very much. Even if he wanted to say something else, he had to listen to Ye Lan first.