Outside the sanatorium.
Qiao Nian, dressed in black, with one hand in his pocket, walked slowly out of the sanatorium.
Ye Wangchuan was leaning against the car next to the horse.
He didn't drive a Hongqi today, but instead an off-road vehicle. The car was tall and handsome, and its wild metal frame had a layer of silver luster under the light.
Quite an eye-catching car.
But none of them attracted as much attention as the man leaning against the SUV.
Ye Wangchuan was wearing a black shirt today with the collar open, revealing a beautiful collarbone, as white as jade, with a restrained yet alluring temperament.
When Qiao Nian saw him, she paused on her way out, raised her eyebrows, and looked in his direction with her deep dark pupils.
But she only took a deep look, quickly looked away, and walked away casually as if nothing had happened.
"Gu San didn't come?"
Ye Wangchuan raised his head and noticed that Qiao Nian had come out.
The girl was wearing a baseball cap, had an upright posture, and looked unrestrained and uninhibited. She had a slight smell of disinfectant, and it was obvious that she had been staying in the sanatorium with Mr. Jiang all day.
He opened the car door, threw the smoking cessation device back on the seat, turned around and opened the car door for the girl, his brows and eyes were relaxed: "Well, he has something to do. Get in the car first."
"Oh." Qiao Nian didn't think too much about it. He nodded calmly, sat in the passenger seat, and reached out to fasten his seat belt.
Ye Wangchuan went around to the other side and got in the car. After fastening his seat belt, he opened the window for her to let in the fresh air from outside, then turned his head and asked her, "What do you want to eat tonight?"
"Hmm..." Qiao Nian took out her phone with one hand and was looking down at the message Nie Mi sent her. When she heard the words, she raised her head again, her eyes were dark and bright. She leaned against the car window, supported by her arms, thought for a long time, and said nonchalantly, "I don't know."
"I don't know?" Ye Wangchuan couldn't help but chuckled, leaning back and saying, "Hot pot?"
The girl glanced in his direction, then looked away in a moment, shook her head, and said bluntly: "I'm tired of eating."
"Tsk." Ye Wangchuan raised his thin lips, his deep eyes like a cold pond, looking at the person beside him: "I thought you would never get tired of hot pot."
Qiao Nian pondered his words for a moment, and said seriously, "Not really. If you let me eat three meals a week separately, I won't get tired of it. But if you let me eat three hot pot meals a day, I will actually get tired of it."
This explanation itself is quite awesome.
But Ye Wangchuan didn't say anything. He turned on the air conditioner for her, started the car, and said, "Then we'll eat at home. I'll go to the supermarket to buy some vegetables."
Qiao Nian had no objection, of course. She raised her eyes and said, "You do it?"
Ye Wangchuan's eyes fell from her flamboyant eyebrows to her rosy red lips. He paused, then retracted his gaze and replied lazily, "How about God Qiao cook for us himself?"
Qiao Nian was very calm. He just glanced at him calmly, put his hands up, and said frankly: "If you don't mind eating fried eggs with tomatoes, I can cook."
Ye Wangchuan smiled and rubbed her head with his hand. It felt itchy and numb. He reluctantly withdrew his hand, held the steering wheel again, and stepped on the accelerator: "We don't need you to cook for us."
His voice was lazy, but full of doting: "Whatever you want to eat, I'll make it for you."
Qiao Nian pursed her lips, glanced at him through the rearview mirror, and after a while she replied in a clear voice: "I will eat whatever you cook."
She thought about it, raised her eyebrows again, and added casually, "I'm not picky about food."
(End of this chapter)