Chapter 947： Sister Nian: Do you want soft rice?

Chapter 947 Sister Nian: Do you want soft rice?

Ye Wangchuan saw the paper **** scattered in the room, and then looked at the messy things on her desk. It seemed that they were all drawing tools, but he didn't ask a question, as if he hadn't seen it, he lowered his head and looked at him. Concentrated without holding his beak: "Normal temperature."

"Ah." When Qiao Nian took the cup, he found that it was not the ice drink he wanted, and was slightly disappointed.

Ye Wangchuan walked past her and said, "You forgot that your stomach hurts when you came to your aunt last time? There is still a week left. I asked the doctor about things that you can't touch ice this week, so I didn't add ice to you. ."

When he talked about this, his expression was extraordinarily natural, calm and relaxed, without any strangeness.

Qiao Nian's beautiful black eyes looked at him for a long time, and he was speechless, and pulled his shoulders down as a surrender. He followed his steps with the cup and walked back, saying, "Okay. Is this sweet?" "

She doesn't like sweet drinks. Even Gu San can figure out this habit.

How could Ye Wangchuan not know about her problem, a person who doesn’t even like milk tea, let her drink a sweet drink, it is estimated that she will kill her.

"Not sweet."

It was the first time Ye Wangchuan described the taste of sour plum juice to a girl. For the first time, it was a little strange: "Sour and sour, sweet back. You try it, don’t drink it if you don’t like it, I will ask Gu San to give you another glass of lemon From the water..."

Qiao Nian raised his eyelids to look at him, sitting on a chair, holding the mug in both hands, without saying a word, took a sip.

As someone said, the entrance is a bit sour, but after the sourness, the sweetness will return to sweetness, and the taste is not bad.

"It's okay." Her brows stretched out, her beautiful black eyes raised, and her mood looked a lot more comfortable. She curled up the corners of her mouth and said not reconciled: "It should taste better with some ice cubes."

Ye Wangchuan ignored her words automatically, already seeing clearly that the laptop on her desk opened the drawing software.

However, unlike the drawing software on his usual office software, the drawing software on Qiao Nian's notebook seems to be more professional.

He took his gaze back after only one glance, then turned his gaze on the girl who was slouching in a chair drinking plum juice, and whispered: "Grandpa Gang sent me a message."

Qiao Nian held a mug and drank water from one to the other. The whole person relaxed, and when she relaxed, she became a little sleepy.

Hearing his low and sultry voice, he casually raised his head and tilted his head, as if waiting for him to follow.

"He asked me to work hard." Ye Wangchuan chuckled lightly, his eye-catching face was particularly charming, and his bottomless eyes looked at the girl, a little attentive: "I think he meant to be afraid of me... eating soft food. ."

"???"

Qiao Nian finally picked up some energy in his sleepiness, glanced at him leisurely, and said straightforwardly: "Do you want soft rice?"

Ye Wangchuan: "..."

Qiao Nian looked at him up and down again, retracted his gaze, restored Xie Ning's lazy appearance, and said straightforwardly: "Don't even think about it, I can't support you."

The heir to the Ye family in Beijing, and the boss of the Ninth Institute, she has a bit of money, but Yang Ye Wangchuan seems stretched.

And just by looking at the decoration of his apartment in Rhine, you can see how much money he can spend. The sofa downstairs is easily 7-figure.

The hair dryers in her room start at 6 figures.

It's not that she is humble, he is very difficult to raise, at least not the type that can feed on bad bran, which costs money.

(End of this chapter)