Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

As soon as Eleanor left, Qiao Nian turned her head and met a pair of black eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "Like you?"

Qiao Nian: "..."

Ye Wangchuan stretched out his hand to hook the hair by her ear and put it behind her. His movements were gentle and tender, but his words were unforgiving: "Qiao Shen is very popular."

Qiao Nian's skin was burned by his fingertips as if it was set on fire. She pulled back a safe distance without leaving a trace, and her eyes revealed an inexplicable guilty conscience: "She is joking."

"Really?" Ye Wangchuan approached step by step, and there was a bit of sourness in the air. I don't know if it was the sourness of Ji Lin's newly brewed coffee or where it came from: "I think she is serious. Last time she helped me, she said it was for you."

Qiao Nian picked up the teacup and drank water to cover up her embarrassment. His noble and beautiful face suddenly came closer and enlarged, so close that the two of them could hear each other's breathing.

"You are not attracted to both men and women, right?"

"Cough——" Qiao Nian choked on his saliva and coughed loudly, almost spraying saliva.

Shenma ghost?

"Slow down." As the perpetrator, he was still angry. He came over and gently embraced the girl and pulled her into his arms to help Qiao Nian calm down.

Qiao Nian finally suppressed the itching of choking water in her trachea, endured a series of coughs in her throat, and said expressionlessly with narrowed eyes.

"She and I are in a cooperative relationship, at most we are half friends. What you said can't happen... I have a normal sexual orientation!"

Qiao Nian gritted his teeth and bit the last few words.

"Also... if you have something to say, just say it directly, don't talk to me in a sarcastic way."

"No sarcastic words."

Ye Wangchuan held her wrist tightly, his deep eyes seemed to be a whirlpool that could suck people in, and suddenly curled his lips again: "I'm jealous, can't you see it?"

"..." Thank you for the invitation, I didn't see it.

Qiao Nian was silent for several seconds. It seemed that he had no reaction and no expression, but in fact, he had never encountered such a scene and was thinking about how to deal with it.

Ye Wangchuan let her eyes stare at him, and he raised his lips contentedly, feeling strangely soothed by her.

"Actually..." He just started to speak.

The girl suddenly raised her arm to hook his neck, pulled him down, and raised her head to meet him.

"Baji!"

Qiao Nian kissed boldly and left after one touch, and immediately let go of her hand. Facing his gaze, the girl slightly raised her black eyelashes to half cover her glass eyes. Her seemingly calm face was slightly hot, but there was no clue from the surface, as if it was just a kiss.

All the bitterness of Ye Wangchuan disappeared, leaving only the touch on his lips.

He raised his hand and gently touched the corner of his lips, and bumped into the girl's rather speechless eyes.

Qiao Nian saw him lower his eyes and chuckled softly, and his earlobes became inexplicably hot, and he always felt that he couldn't continue to look directly into his eyes.

She changed the subject.

"Do you have something to talk to me about?"

Ye Wangchuan did not hide the purpose of his coming: "I wanted to come here to tell you that Mu Qingtian was dead, but someone got there first."

"..." Qiao Nian heard him mention Eleanor, and she was inexplicably short of breath, and she didn't know why she felt guilty: "Mu Qingtian is dead, they didn't look for you?"

Ye Wangchuan met her gaze and said frankly: "Sai Lan didn't look for me, but the Ten Elders contacted me, and they have been contacting me frequently recently."

"Just separate them..." Qiao Nian said, her eyes dark, and she suddenly shut up when she thought of something, frowning her brows, with deep vertical lines.

She actually suspected that Sai Lan was the mastermind behind the scenes, and she denied her guess several times in a row.