Chapter 3216： Miss Qiao, my husband is here

Chapter 3216 Miss Qiao, my husband is here

On her way back from Jiang Zongjin's place in the afternoon, a black car slowly stopped beside her.

Qiao Nian saw that the car followed him the whole way, so he raised his hand and pulled off his peaked cap, his eyes were cold, and he stopped.

Soon a man dressed as a driver got off the car, and trotted in front of her: "Miss Qiao, my husband is here."

"Your... sir?" The girl narrowed her eyes slightly, and her aura was quite strong.

The driver reacted immediately: "My husband's surname is Wei, and he is an old friend of yours."

"..."

Guardian?

Still know her.

There is only one family in Beijing.

Qiao Nian didn't expect that Wei Lou's family would look for her, so after thinking about it, she walked to the side of the road.

Seeing that she was willing to go with him, the driver breathed a sigh of relief, hurried to catch up, and ran to the front to open the door for her: "Miss Qiao, please."

"Thank you." The girl thanked him politely but alienated.

The driver was taken aback for a moment, a little unresponsive.

He had always heard that the fiancee of the Ye family was cold-tempered and difficult to get close to, but he did not expect that she was not as difficult to get along with as the rumors said.

He came back to see that the person was seated, quickly closed the car door, and trotted to the front to drive again.

The driver peeked at the people in the back row through the rearview mirror, probably because he was afraid that she would be scared, and explained to her in a gentle voice: "Mr. Wei is not far away."

"Okay." Seeing his kindness, Qiao Nian replied patiently.

The driver saw that she was extremely calm and did not appear to be afraid, so he felt relieved and turned his eyes away to concentrate on driving.

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Ye’s old house has a deep courtyard, and it is located near the most prosperous Chang’an Avenue, but the winding paths are deep and secluded, giving it a quiet atmosphere amidst the hustle and bustle.

The design style of the courtyard houses a variety of precious flowers and plants, among which the old man's favorite orchids are the main ones.

By the pillars of the brown-red gazebo, there are exquisite birdcages, in which beautiful thrushes are kept. The birds are jumping around on the branches, and their tail feathers are extremely bright.

The old house has a variety of scenery, not high-profile but also low-key and calm.

However, the atmosphere in the old house today is very dignified. The servants who come and go are in a hurry, walking with their heads down, and no one dares to speak loudly.

The council hall that has not been used for a long time.

Master Cheng, Wei Mingxuan and others were all there.

Ye Maoshan sat at the top seat, picked up the teacup at hand, skimmed off the froth with the tea lid, and took a sip of tea impatiently.

He put the teacup on the table again, then swept across the crowd and asked, "What do you think? Do you want to stop discussing?"

Among the younger generation, Ye Wangchuan is the head, and Bo Jingxing, Qin Si and others are all there.

Even Bo Zheng rarely appears here.

There are many people inside, but very few people can speak.

Bo Zheng didn't know much about these things, so he just sat on the sidelines, his resolute and handsome face didn't move at all, and the corners of his lips were tightly pursed, and he hardly expressed his opinion.

Only Master Cheng and others can really make professional decisions.

Master Cheng thought for a moment: "...how about pushing it?"

Ye Maoshan pursed the corner of his mouth, and the tiger's eyes flashed with helplessness: "Do you think so?"

Master Cheng was helpless, raised his head to meet his eyes, and said bitterly: "Although hiding is not an option, we don't know what the other party wants to do. If you agree rashly, I'm afraid there will be an accident in the middle!"

The people present stopped talking.

In fact, everyone thinks so.

Bo Jingxing and others have not expressed their opinions, but they are actually worried about this.

(end of this chapter)