Listening to his calm tone, Qiao Nian guessed that there was something fishy in it: "Is Hongwei Group your company?"
"Why would God Qiao think so?" Ye Wangchuan smiled half-heartedly, then curled his lips and said, "It has nothing to do with me. Zhang Yang's company."
Qiao Nianggang frowned before asking him. He saw the handsome man leaning sideways against the wall with a smile: "The two of them have some conflicts in private. Before Zhang Yang met Qin Si, he was in another
He was hanging around in a small circle, but Jiang Yao didn't care about him later.
His style of doing things, he brought a few good friends to exclude him, and forcefully excluded him from that small circle."
"Zhang Yang holds a grudge. I didn't care about him in the past because of your face. I guess he did this this time because he didn't want to play with Jiang Yao." Ye Wangchuan raised his fingertips and grabbed the girl's hair.
He carefully tucked her hanging black hair behind her ears and murmured: "If you don't like it, you can tell him. Zhang Yang is a smart man. If you just say something, he will understand what you mean."
think."
He thought Qiao Nian would be soft-hearted for Mr. Jiang's sake.
Unexpectedly, the girl raised her eyes rather coldly, pushed his hand away, and said casually: "Who said I have to care?"
Ye Wangchuan was slightly startled: "You...don't care?"
Qiao Nian put his hands in his pockets and stood in a cool posture. He slightly raised his chin with a sharp jaw: "Didn't you say that you have nothing to do with me, but that they had a private feud?"
"Tsk." Ye Wangchuan came back to his senses, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and his narrow eyes were deep: "I thought you would take care of me."
The Jiang Group urgently needs this urban construction project to turn around, and I'm afraid Jiang Yao will have to ask her for help if the situation becomes urgent later.
Qiao Nian had already turned around and walked forward: "I never mind other people's business!"
Ye Wangchuan waited until her back was about to disappear before his eyes, then he followed her without haste.
The two quickly left the nursing home.
**
at the same time.
There was an explosion among the small circles in Beijing.
Zhang Yang is in the group Aite Qinsi.
[Yangyang Deyi: Mr. Qin, are you back?@青]
[Qin: Are you born in the year of the Dog? Are you so well-informed? I have only been back for a short time, and I received your message before my butt is even hot. 】
[Yangyang Deyi: So Miss Qiao and Mr. Wan are back too? I’m going to hold a reception banquet tonight to welcome Mr. Wan and the others. 】
[Qin: In the evening? Mr. Wang wants to have a meal with his family tonight, right? The devil has time to talk to you.]
There are dozens of people in the group.
Ye Wangchuan and Bo Jingxing rarely appear in the group.
Jiang Li was busy catching up with the announcement and was too lazy to show up.
Qin Si is the person who is most likely to show up in their small circle of four. Every time he shows his face, it will cause a small commotion in the group.
【Summer: Mr. Ye is back?】
The Qin family is not far away.
Qin Si had just arrived home and handed his suitcase to the housekeeper. He went back to his room and took a cold shower. He put on his bathrobe and opened the refrigerator while looking for something to drink and his cell phone to answer messages.
When he saw a familiar nickname appearing in the group, he couldn't help but take another look. The Coke in his hand was no longer fragrant: "Wocao, who is this?"
He remembered that Sister Qiao’s WeChat name was Q, but for a while Qiao Nian probably changed her WeChat name to sun out of boredom. This girl’s WeChat name was almost the same as Sister Qiao’s.
At first glance, Qin Si thought Qiao Nian had come out to speak.
Fortunately, he saw clearly that the other person's avatar was different, so he walked back to the room on the beanbag with a can of Coke in his hand, and pulled the tab.
I'm about to send a message to Zhang Yang.
Who knows how to open the WeChat private chat page.
Zhang Yang’s message has been sent over. [Yang Yang proudly: That is Uncle Bo’s fiancée.]