Chapter 4084： Wang Ye: She fell asleep

Chapter 4084 Unexpected Master: She fell asleep

Ye Fanchuan brushed away a strand of hair falling from her brow bone with his fingertips, and gently brushed it behind her ears, breathing slowly: "I didn't know it was you at that time."

"If I knew that we had met that one earlier, I would have gone to find you in person."

Qiao Nian's earlobe was lightly touched by his fingertips, and it felt as crisp as electricity. She narrowed her eyes and grasped the point: "That is to say, you cheated me tens of millions five years ago?"

Later she asked him to buy rare earths.

He cheated her close to nine figures again.

"Tsk!" Qiao Nian looked him up and down frivolously, "No wonder Guan Yan always said to stay away from men, there is no good thing."

She also pushed the person away a little, leaned to the side, and was about to close her eyes and rest.

Ye Wangchuan looked at the girl who was speechless, knowing that Qiao Nian was joking with him, so he picked up the phone and transferred nine digits to Qiao Nian's account.

At the same time, Mo Dong called the auction house staff to report on the horse head after finishing the handover.

Ye Wangchuan looked up and saw the girl turned her cap to cover her face and fell asleep leaning there, so she cut off the phone and sent Mo Dong a WeChat message.

[Y: WeChat said. ]

[Y: I am not convenient now. ]

[Y: Type, don't speak. ]

Mo Dong, who was far away in Continent F and hadn't walked out of the auction site, saw the WeChat messages coming one after another on his mobile phone, touched his earlobe, with a confused expression on his scarred face, and turned around to ask the subordinates who followed him.

"When did you say it would be inconvenient to answer the phone and listen to voice messages?"

The subordinates were also confused by the question.

Looked at him with a look of astonishment: "Brother Dong, who is not convenient to answer the phone?"

Mo Dong glanced at him sideways.

The subordinate shut up, thought carefully, and said to him: "Could it be that his wife is by the side? Normally, a man is only inconvenient to answer the phone when his wife is by the side."

Mo Dong rubbed his chin in thought: "...I see."

Miss Qiao is next to Mr. Wang?

Mo Dong got into the car, and kept editing the news to report the matter of Ma Shou to him, and finally asked carefully: Master Wang, Miss Qiao is beside you?

The driver sat in the front and watched him send the message, and asked through the rearview mirror: "Brother Dong, shall we go back to the base camp?"

Mo Dong was about to speak.

The phone vibrated suddenly.

He lowered his head to look at the phone first, and when he saw clearly the news that Ye Wangchuan had returned on the phone, Mo Dong couldn't help but make a 'woofy' sound.

"Brother Dong?"

Mo Dong was completely immersed in his own world, he didn't even hear the driver outside calling him, and his eyes were fixed on the WeChat interface sent by Ye Wangchuan's avatar on the phone.

[Y: She fell asleep. ]

Mo Dong read it three times, rubbed his eyes to make sure he read it correctly, and quickly checked the time in the upper right corner, and calculated the time difference between Xiajing City and here.

Calculated, it is still broad daylight in Beijing.

Mo Dong secretly shook his head again and said 'fuck', but fortunately he didn't say it because of his image of a tough guy outside.

He said to the driver without looking up, "Well, go back to the base camp."

**

After 20 hours.

The plane landed on Independence Island.

Xu Yi came to the airport early to wait for someone.

He saw Qiao read out, pulled up the sweater hat, walked over quickly, and met the girl: "The deputy dean is waiting for you at the institute."

Xu Yi's appearance is outstanding, he can be regarded as a handsome guy among ordinary people, his nose bridge is high enough, his lips are thin enough, and his handsome features are slightly cold.

Just standing with Ye Wangchuan weakened his appearance by three points, and was forced into the range of ordinary looks.

(end of this chapter)