Ye Wangchuan looked at the shallow dark circles under the girl's eyelids, and his voice softened unconsciously: "Nian Nian, do you know where the hair dryer is?"
Qiao Nian didn't sleep all night and was really sleepy. Besides, he kept wiping her hair every now and then, which made her want to sleep even more.
Hearing this, he reluctantly cheered up and pointed in the direction of the bathroom: "Over there."
Qiao Nian was afraid that he wouldn't find it, so he added lazily: "In the bathroom drawer."
Ye Wangchuan quickly went to the bathroom drawer to find the hair dryer, plugged it in, selected the first setting of the warm air, stood behind her again, and patiently helped her dry her hair.
Qiao Nian was already drowsy, but the warm wind blowing on her hair made her want to sleep even more.
In order to prevent herself from actually falling asleep, she steeled herself, thought for a while and asked: "By the way, Mr. Wan, what should I wear to dinner later?"
The more she calls her, Master Wan, Huanyue, the more smoothly she calls her, but without the respect of Gu San and the others, she always calls this name with a hint of interest, as if there is a little hook hidden in it, making people unaware of it.
Ye Wangchuan's breathing paused slightly, then returned to normal. He brushed away her black hair that had fallen to her eyebrows, and slowly used the hair dryer to change the angle to help her dry her hair. He said in an unhurried tone: "Look at you."
Qiao Nian finally opened her eyes a little, glanced at him wildly, raised the corners of her mouth, and said lazily, "Look at me? Look, I'm just what I usually wear."
"Sweatshirt or hoodie, as long as you don't think it's too casual for me to wear this to meet my elders, I don't care."
This is all she wears anyway. In the past, Shen Qiongzhi always said that the clothes she wore were dull and not as energetic as Qiao Nai, so she couldn't do anything about it.
She doesn't know what to wear when meeting her elders. Looking at her, she will only wear these.
Ye Wangchuan silently blew the top of her head, rubbed the curls of her hair, and said in a very doting manner: "There are only a few people eating at noon, and they are all your acquaintances. My aunt Ye Lan, and Chenchen, and others
An old man. He is not as serious as you think. You will know it when you meet him. He is easy to get along with and he doesn't care about these external things. You just treat him as a common meal."
"..." Having a common meal with Mr. Ye? If Qiao Nian hadn't known Mr. Ye's identity, she would have thought he was telling stories.
That person is someone who can appear on TV wherever he goes out.
Ye Wangchuan really didn't worry about this, and continued in a normal tone: "Besides, I'm also there. If anything happens, I will stand in front of you. You don't have to worry about anything, just eat."
Qiao Nian turned her head when she heard the words, and glanced at him thoughtfully with her black eyes. She pursed her lips again and said nothing. She seemed to be in a good mood. She turned her head and lowered her eyelashes: "You said it yourself, so I'll just wear it casually.
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Ye Wangchuan raised the corner of his mouth and gently helped her blow dry her hair again: "I said, wear whatever you want, wear whatever you feel comfortable with, whatever makes you feel comfortable."
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In the old house of the Ye family, Mr. Ye is also struggling with this problem.
Today he changed into a bright navy blue double-breasted Chinese tunic suit. He neatly arranged every fold of the clothes, ironed them and put them on. He stood in front of the mirror for a long time and smoothed out the wrinkles on the collar.
Turn around again and ask the steward standing next to you.
"How does this outfit look?"
The housekeeper had already seen him change into three sets of clothes. Hearing this, his face twitched under his facial paralysis, and he replied respectfully and succinctly: "Mr. Ye, whatever you wear will fit you."