Chapter 947 Sister Nian: Do you want to eat soft rice?
Chapter 947 Sister Nian: Do you want to eat soft rice?
Ye Wangchuan saw the paper balls scattered on the floor in the room, and looked at the messy things on her desk. They all seemed to be drawing tools, but he didn't ask a question. He lowered his head and looked at her eyes as if he hadn't seen it.
Focused and unapologetic: "Normal temperature."
"Ah." When Qiao Nian took the cup, she found that it was not the ice drink she wanted, and she was slightly disappointed.
But Ye Wangchuan walked past her and said: "Have you forgotten that you had a stomachache when you came to visit my aunt last time? There is still a week left. I asked the doctor that you can't touch ice this week, so I didn't add ice to you.
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When he talked about this, his expression was extremely natural and calm, nothing unusual about him.
Qiao Nian looked at him with her beautiful black eyes for a long time, but was speechless. She pulled her shoulders down as a sign of surrender. She followed him back with the cup in hand and said, "Okay. Is this sweet?"
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She doesn't like sweet drinks, and even Gu San is aware of this habit.
How could Ye Wangchuan not know about her problem? For a person who doesn't even like to drink milk tea, letting her drink sweet drinks would probably kill her.
“Not too sweet.”
This was the first time Ye Wangchuan described the taste of sour plum juice to a girl. For the first time, it was a bit novel: "It's sour and sweet. You try it. If you don't like it, don't drink it. I'll ask Gu San to give you another glass of lemon."
Come up on the water…”
Qiao Nian raised her eyelids to look at him, sat on the chair, held the mug in both hands, and took a sip without saying a word.
As someone said, it is a little sour in the mouth, and after the sourness comes a sweet aftertaste, which tastes pretty good.
"It's not bad." She relaxed her brows, raised her beautiful black eyes, and looked much more comfortable. She raised the corners of her mouth and said reluctantly: "It should taste better if you add some ice cubes."
Ye Wangchuan automatically ignored her words and already saw clearly that the laptop on her desk had drawing software open.
However, unlike the drawing software on his usual office software, the drawing software on Qiao Nian's laptop seemed more professional.
He only glanced at it and then withdrew his gaze, then turned his gaze to the girl sitting lazily on the chair drinking plum juice, and whispered: "Grandpa just sent me a message."
Qiao Nian drank water from her mug and relaxed her whole body. As soon as she relaxed, she felt a little sleepy.
Hearing his low and sultry voice, I raised my head casually and tilted my head, as if waiting for him to continue.
"He asked me to work hard." Ye Wangchuan chuckled, his eye-catching face was extremely charming, and he looked at the girl with bottomless eyes, a little focused: "I think he seems to be afraid that I will... eat soft food.
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"??"
Qiao Nian finally regained some energy in her sleepiness, glanced at him leisurely, and said straightforwardly: "Do you want to eat soft rice?"
Ye Wangchuan: "..."
Qiao Nian looked him up and down again, looked away, returned to his evil and lazy look, and said straightforwardly: "It's better not to think about it, I can't support you."
The heir to the Ye family in Beijing and the boss of the Ninth Institute, she had some money, but it was difficult to support Ye Wangchuan.
And just by looking at the decoration of his apartment in the Rhine, you can see how much he can spend money. The sofa downstairs can easily cost 7 figures.
The hair dryers in her room start at 6 figures.
It's not that she's modest, he's quite difficult to raise, at least not the type that can be fed by just eating rotten vegetables, which costs a lot of money.