On her way back from Jiang Zongjin's place in the afternoon, a black car slowly stopped beside her.
Qiao Nian saw that the car was following her the whole way, so she raised her hand and pulled down her peaked cap, her eyes were cold, and she stopped.
A man dressed as a driver quickly got out of the car and ran in front of her: "Miss Qiao, my husband has invited you."
"Your...sir?" The girl narrowed her eyes slightly and had a strong aura around her.
The driver immediately responded: "My husband's surname is Wei, and he is an old friend of yours."
"..."
guard?
I also got to know her.
There is only one family in total in Beijing.
Qiao Nian didn't expect that Weilou's family would look for her. After thinking about it, she walked towards the street.
When the driver saw that she was willing to follow him, he breathed a sigh of relief, quickly caught up with her, and ran to the front to open the door for her: "Miss Qiao, please."
"Thank you." The girl thanked him in a distant but polite manner.
The driver was stunned for a moment and didn't react.
He had always heard that the fiancée of the Ye family was cold-tempered and difficult to get close to, but he didn't expect that she was not as difficult to get along with as the rumors said.
He came back to his senses and saw that the people were already seated. He quickly closed the car door and trotted to the front to drive.
The driver peeked at the person in the back seat through the rearview mirror, probably because he was afraid that she would be scared, and explained to her in a gentle voice: "Mr. Wei is not far away nearby."
"Okay." Qiao Nian saw his good intentions and responded patiently.
When the driver saw that she was extremely calm and didn't look scared, he felt relieved and focused on driving.
**
The Ye family's old house has a deep courtyard and is located near the most prosperous Chang'an Street, but the winding paths are deep and quiet, giving it an atmosphere of tranquility amidst the hustle and bustle.
The courtyard is designed in the style of a courtyard. There are a variety of precious flowers and plants in the courtyard, among which the old man’s favorite orchids are the main ones.
There is also an exquisite birdcage hanging on the pillar of the brown-red pavilion, which houses a beautiful blackbird. The bird is jumping around on the branches, and its tail feathers are particularly bright.
The old house is full of views, not high-profile but also low-key and calm.
However, the atmosphere in the old house was very solemn today. The servants coming and going were in a hurry, walking with their heads lowered, and no one dared to speak loudly.
The council chamber has not been used for a long time.
Master Cheng, Wei Mingxuan and others are all here.
Ye Maoshan was sitting at the top position, picking up the teacup at his side, skimming off the foam with the tea lid, and took a sip of tea in an impetuous manner.
He put the teacup on the table again, looked at everyone and asked, "What do you think? Do you want to discuss it further?"
Among the younger generation, Ye Wangchuan is the leader, Bo Jingxing, Qin Si and others are also there.
Even Bo Zheng rarely appears here.
There were many people inside, but few spoke.
Bo Zheng didn't know much about this, so he just sat aside with an upright attitude, his resolute and handsome face showed no signs of wavering, and he pursed his lips tightly and barely expressed an opinion.
In fact, only Master Cheng and others can really make professional decisions.
Master Cheng thought for a moment: "...should we not push it?"
Ye Maoshan pursed his lips, a hint of helplessness flashed through his eyes: "Do you think so?"
Master Cheng was helpless, raised his head and met his eyes, and said bitterly: "Although hiding is not an option, we don't know what the other party wants to do. If we agree rashly, I'm afraid something will happen in the middle!"
Everyone present stopped talking.
In fact, everyone thinks so.
Bo Jingxing and others have not expressed their opinions. In fact, they are worried about this.