Chapter 4175 Sister Nian: I'm sorry, I don't work for free
Chapter 4175 Sister Nian: Sorry, I don’t work for free
Author: Brother Ling
Chapter 4175 Sister Nian: Sorry, I don’t work for free
Only then did Qiao Nian remember that Adam had come to her in the afternoon and told her that Nan Zhengyu wanted to get some pills from her.
She replied half of the message at that time, and Ye Wangchuan's car arrived, and then she forgot to reply.
Qiao Nian sat cross-legged on the sofa and replied to Adam with a backhand message.
[Q: If I give him a small pill, he will agree to do business with me? 】
Adam replied instantly.
【Ancestor, you can take me back.】
[I thought something happened to you, why did you say you were half gone?]
Qiao Nian remembered that she had gone a little too far in the afternoon, and it was rare to have such a boring chat.
【Q:Sorry.】
[Q: Did he say when he would discuss business with us? 】
It took five minutes for Adam to come back.
It should be specifically worded.
[This...he didn't say anything.]
[He just asked me if there was any channel to help him buy medicine, and he didn’t mention anything else for the time being. But according to the rules, we helped him, so there’s no reason for him not to discuss business?]
Qiao Nian couldn't help but think of the three people she met today. She twitched the corner of her mouth, with a defiant and anxious expression, and licked her dry lips and replied to him.
【Q: Then ask clearly. 】
[Q: I'm talking about business with him, not making friends. He can raise the price of tungsten gold as he pleases. If he wants me to do anything other than tungsten gold, just ask clearly about the conditions. 】
【Q: I don’t work for free. 】
Adam's response was also quick.
【I'll ask right away.】
Qiao Nian saw the text message that popped up and didn't reply to it.
Ye Wangchuan took dinner out of the kitchen and saw that she was still replying to messages. After she finished replying, he said to her: "Come over for dinner."
Qiao Nian didn't have time to eat when she came back in the afternoon. Now she felt hungry and made a protest sound. She touched her belly, got up and walked towards the restaurant.
There were three dishes and one soup on the table, and they were still steaming with smoke.
Qiao Nian pulled up the stool and sat down. Ye Wangchuan put the bowls and chopsticks in front of her: "...I don't know when you will come back, so I just made something simple."
"Did you do it?" Qiao Nian picked up the chopsticks and looked over.
"Do you want to eat Gu San's craftsmanship?" Ye Wangchuan sat down next to her, with bowls and chopsticks in front of him. He didn't seem to eat, and was waiting for her to come back.
Qiao Nian's eyes softened, remembering Gu San's dark cooking, she coughed and said carelessly: "Forget it, I still want to live a few more years."
Gu San can do simple things.
For example, make coffee, tea, make some breakfast bread, eggs, fried steak, etc.
But it won't work if he makes it more complicated.
Qiao Nian was lucky enough to eat the spicy chicken he made once, which almost made her quit spicy food and become a vegetarian.
So when Ye Wangchuan mentioned Gu San's craftsmanship, she didn't even hesitate - she declined!
It was a warm and natural meal for two people.
Qiao Nian was so hungry that she ate quickly and relaxed.
She didn't pay special attention to her manners, but she ate quickly and returned quickly, basically eating without talking, and it looked very pleasing to the eye.
However, compared to her, Ye Wangchuan's dining etiquette was brought up by a standard aristocrat, so he could eat home-cooked food with a sense of dignity.
Qiao Nian finished the meal in a few bites. After eating, she put down her chopsticks and took out a tissue to wipe her mouth. She looked sideways and saw that as she put down her chopsticks, someone also put down his chopsticks and stopped eating.
She was stunned for a moment: "Are you full?"
Ye Wangchuan gently placed his chopsticks on the bowl and said, "I had some with Gu San before, but I'm not too hungry."
"Oh." After eating and drinking, Qiao Nian lazily leaned on the back of the chair, her eyebrows were frivolous, and she remembered one thing.