Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Chapter 135: Mainly sweet to the heart

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Walked out of the door of No. 1 Middle School.

Jiang Zongjim generously called seven or eight cars.

Qiao Niangang walked out with a group of people.

A crisp and sweet voice rang out from across the street: "Sister!"

Qiao Nian looked up and saw Ye Qichen jumping out of the car like a kitten. He was wearing an extremely cute little shirt with a big cat print on it, a small tie at the collar, and a cat-shaped brooch that she bought for him was solemnly pinned on his pocket.

If you look closely at his legs as he ran towards her, you can see that he was limping a little, but this little flaw was completely overshadowed by the joy on his face.

Because he is so handsome!

Even though he has the genes of the Fu family, he perfectly inherited the looks of the Ye family. He looks like his uncle, and there is nothing wrong with his facial features. He has been extremely charming since he was a child.

"Sister Nian, who is this?"

After the shock just now, Liang Bowen found everyone suspicious. He almost thought that the person who ran over was Sister Nian’s son.

I saw that the child was almost 5 years old.

Sister Nian is only 18.

If Sister Nian wants to have a son this big, she would have to get pregnant at the age of 13, which is unrealistic.

When Qiao Nian saw the little guy, his eyes softened, much gentler than when he was scolding the Qiao family just now. He didn't take his eyes off the little guy who ran over: "A friend's nephew."

"Oh." Liang Bowen wanted to ask what friend he meant, but suddenly he saw a man walking towards the little boy from the corner of his eye, and he was speechless for a moment.

He thought that he was not bad looking and that he was at least the most handsome guy in the senior year of high school if not the school's most handsome guy.

Fu Ge's grades are just slightly better than his.

In terms of appearance, he believes he is not inferior.

But the man walking towards them at this moment had a unique aura, and with his looks and figure, he didn't have the courage to say he was not inferior to him.

Who is this man

He was just surprised when he saw the child had already pounced on Qiao Nian's legs and hugged them, his face was as red as a little apple, very cute.

"Sister, are you done with get out of class?"

"Well, why are you here?" Qiao Nian touched his head. Hmm, his hair was so soft.

Ye Qichen lowered his eyelashes shyly and said, "My uncle brought me here. I wanted to pick up my sister from school."

He missed his sister so much.

I can't eat because I miss it so much.

Originally, he wanted to go to the school with his uncle to attend a parent-teacher meeting for his sister, but his uncle disagreed.

Ye Qichen looked back angrily at the man who followed him, and when he turned around and saw Qiao Nian, all his anger disappeared.

"Yes, sister."

He suddenly remembered something.

Xixi Suosuo took out a candy from her pocket, opened her palm, and handed it to Qiao Nian like offering a treasure. She said shyly with watery eyes, "This is orange candy. It's not white orange candy, but it's transparent and very sweet."

He thought she liked orange candy? Qiao Nian was stunned. In fact, she made all the small candy balls with orange flavor not because she liked oranges, but because oranges were the only fruit she liked. However, the corners of her mouth curved up involuntarily. She didn't even notice how happy she was. She bent down, took the candy from the little guy, and touched the little guy's head: "Is this for me?"

"Um."

"Thanks."

Qiao Nian opened the candy wrapper in front of him, threw the candy into his mouth, and took a sip in a bandit-like manner: "Hmm, very sweet."

You know what, it’s really sweet.

Ye Wangchuan also came over and saw the two of them interacting. His eyes were deep and he held a cup of milk tea in his hand. He handed it to her and said in a charming voice: "Chenchen insisted on buying you milk tea. It's also orange flavored. Do you want some?"

(End of this chapter)