Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Qiao Nian narrowed her eyes and observed him for a while. Seeing that he was emotionally stable and calm, and indeed not affected by Sai Lan, she gave up.

Ordinarily, Ye Wangchuan had already told her, so she should have no doubts... But Qiao Nian's inexplicable intuition did not disappear, and it was still stuck in her heart like a fishbone.

"So you are hiding it from me?"

"What do you mean by hiding it."

Ye Wangchuan did not answer directly, and the reason was sufficient: "I don't know what you mean by hiding it."

Qiao Nian frowned, still thinking about the classification.

Then he could hear his relaxed low laugh: "If not telling Qiao Shen whether I drank tea or coffee tonight is considered a secret, then I really didn't explain it clearly."

"... Speak properly."

Ye Wangchuan supported her hands on both sides of her, wrapped her in his arms, leaned over and whispered: "I will send you a schedule every day in the future, and make sure to report your schedule."

Qiao Nian could feel his breath gently, and turned away uncomfortably: "I didn't mean that."

Ye Wangchuan: "I want to tell you."

The girl stood up and pushed him away, and she had returned to normal: "Whatever you want."

Not far away, Ji Lin hurriedly caught up and asked behind him: "Miss Qiao, what do you want to eat? Midnight snack? I'll prepare it. "

Qiao Nian then remembered that there had been a third person in the living room. Her temples suddenly throbbed and throbbed. She raised her hand to hold down the brim of her cap and walked forward: "What are the midnight snacks?"

"We have both Chinese and Western food, as well as dim sum and snacks." Ji Lin followed him swiftly and said in a businesslike manner: "Let me tell you."

Ye Wangchuan watched the two people walking away, slowly restraining the warmth in his eyes, pinching the edge of the mask he had been holding in his hand, pressing hard towards the sharp part, and a faint arc appeared at the corner of his lips. He turned around and went into the kitchen to make a midnight snack himself.

...

When Qiao Nian left the mansion under Ji Lin's escort and returned to the mansion, she saw Ye Wangchuan sitting on the sofa and taking out a cigarette from his pocket.

"Are you back?"

"Mr. Wang."

Ji Lin walked over quickly, crossed his hands in front of him, and stood honestly and peeked at the man sitting on the sofa.

The man did not light the cigarette in his hand with a lighter, but turned it around and played with it. His usual lazy smile was gone, and even his deep eyes were extremely cold and cruel.

"I asked you to prepare it. Are you ready?"

Ji Lin quickly raised his head and lowered it again: "Ready."

"Yeah." Ye Wangchuan responded, pinching the unlit cigarette in his hand and bending it down: "Do it tomorrow."

"Wang Ye." Ji Lin saw him throw the broken Marlboro into the trash can, biting his tongue, and trying to muster up courage: "Are you really not going to tell Miss Qiao? Miss Qiao has already suspected it. In fact, you can..."

Ye Wangchuan interrupted him: "What can you do? You can let her go."

Ji Lin's expression changed slightly, and he immediately denied it: "That's not what I meant. Of course, I didn't want Miss Qiao to take risks..."

Ye Wangchuan got up and poured himself a glass of water: "Don't tell her before the matter is over. This is an order."

Ji Lin's expression changed again and again, and he opened his mouth to explain that he really didn't mean that, and didn't mean to let Miss Qiao take risks.

The words came to his lips but he felt hypocritical. When he stopped Wang Ye from doing it, did he really not have a moment to tell Miss Qiao to do it for Wang Ye?

He straightened his back and replied heavily: "Yes."