On Qiao Nian's left was Mr. Ye, on his right was Ye Qichen who had taken a seat early, and there was only one seat left next to Ye Lan.
Ye Qichen had been staring at him with great vigilance since he came in, grabbing the edge of the table with both hands, for fear that his uncle would shamelessly steal his seat.
Fortunately, Ye Wangchuan glanced at him, and consciously pulled away the chair next to Ye Lan and sat down. The corners of his lips curved nicely, and he glanced at Ye Qichen who was relaxing. His voice was rough and a bit lazy:
"Did you get a gift?"
Ye Qichen immediately held the game disc Qiao Nian gave him in his arms, pursed his lips and remained silent.
Ye Wangchuan naturally put the car keys on the table, raised his eyebrows, caught a glimpse of his reaction, and smiled slightly: "I accompanied your sister to pick them out."
Murder and heart-wrenching!
Ye Qichen's expression almost broke. He looked at him for a moment, then turned around and muttered to his grandmother: "I'm going to get my hair cut."
He doesn’t want his uncle anymore!
He wants to murder his uncle.
Ye Lan didn't understand what he meant by getting a haircut on the second day of the first lunar month, so she touched the top of his head and coaxed him: "Why do you want to get a haircut all of a sudden? Your hair isn't long."
"I have to go anyway." Ye Qichen felt gloomy and extremely depressed.
Qiao Nian saw his depressed mood, glanced in the direction of someone, and said disapprovingly: "Why are you bullying a kid?"
Ye Qichen's eyes turned red on the spot and he almost burst into tears immediately.
But before he could give his uncle some eye drops, he heard his uncle's cool voice reminding him: "We will stay in Beijing for a few more days. If you want to come to the Rhine, think about it before crying."
devil!
Ye Qichen puffed up his cheeks and glared at him fiercely.
Ye Wangchuan looked back at him calmly, as if to say, "You continue."
Ye Qichen immediately moved his eyes away with an expressionless expression, closing his red eyes as if he was about to cry.
He also wanted to go and play with his sister, so he must not offend his uncle, otherwise with his bad attitude, he would probably lock himself out and not let him in.
He thought this in his heart, and clenched his little fists angrily and made up his mind that he must get a haircut on the second day of the first lunar month this year.
Take care of your position!
Get a bald haircut!
"Ahem." At this time, Mr. Ye coughed, breaking the glaring atmosphere between the two of them. He turned to the others and said, "It's almost time to serve the food."
"Let me scream." Ye Lan took the initiative.
She pressed the brass bell in the private room that urged the dishes.
After a while, the waiters brought the dishes in one by one, filling a large table.
"Put this over there." Ye Wangchuan saw the spicy chicken ordered by Mr. Ye and directed the person who served it to place it in front of Qiao Nian.
Mr. Ye glanced at his grandson with a half-smile, and said to the waiter: "Well, put it here for Nian Nian, she likes to eat it."
Qiao Nian once again felt that all the eyes in the private room were falling on her, and they wanted to pierce her with all kinds of probing and looking at her.
She was not used to this kind of family dinner.
However, he still sat there politely and waited for Mr. Ye to start talking about eating before he moved his chopsticks and focused on eating.
She really doesn't talk much.
Even if the other members of the Ye family were curious, they couldn't find a topic for a while, but they were all looking at Qiao Nian.
Finally, someone took the lead to break the deadlock: "This is... Wangchuan's girlfriend? She looks like a pretty girl, why didn't you bring her back to see her?"
Ye Wangchuan hadn't answered yet. He was playing with the cup at hand and his expression became playful.