After all, when they were studying at Raocheng No. 1 Middle School, Liang Bowen often whispered in her ear about when he was planning to marry Shen Qingqing.
She was inexplicably agitated, raised her hand, then half-put it down again, her fingers grasped the edge of her clothes, then felt that her reaction was too great, and immediately let go. After a long while, she controlled her heartbeat, turned away expressionlessly, and said in a low voice: "It's okay, it's not small anymore."
Ye Wangchuan paused and looked at her in surprise.
Qiao Nian: “…”
She wanted to slap herself in the face. She just couldn't control her mouth. She was always led by Ye Wangchuan.
hiss~
But having said that, she always speaks responsibly.
Qiao Nian had a blank expression on her face. She coughed again and stared at the man in front of her with a very frank expression: "I'm over 18."
Ye Wangchuan gradually regained his senses from his initial shock, looked at her with burning eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "Niannian, do you know what you are talking about?"
Hotel, room, evening...
At such a dangerous time and in such a dangerous place, she was discussing the issue of adulthood with herself.
Did she trust him a little too much
Qiao Nian was also embarrassed, especially when he asked her. She immediately turned her head away, dragged the stool next to her and sat down, reaching out to pick up the water beside her to hide the embarrassment on her face: "I don't know, just pretend I didn't say anything."
"Hmm." Ye Wangchuan smiled instead, grabbed her wrist, his eyes as deep as a cold pond, and resumed his lazy tone: "That won't work, I heard it all. What I said is what I said."
The area on Qiao Nian's wrist that was grabbed by him felt extremely hot and she was about to pull her hand away.
Ye Wangchuan's restrained and hoarse voice was heard again: "Wait a little longer, wait a little longer, at least until your birthday."
It's already October this year.
It's November in the blink of an eye.
Qiao Nian's birthday is in August.
At most it’s only half a year, not long.
"When you turn 20, I'll discuss with the old man about throwing you a big birthday and invite a few more friends to come."
Ye Wangchuan reached out his hand and straightened the girl's collar before continuing, "Call Qin Si and the others, as well as your classmates, Liang and those who are good friends with you. Also, your classmates from Tsinghua University, Mr. Nie, the one from the Yuan family... In short, let's have a good gathering on your birthday."
Qiao Nian was quite annoyed at first, mainly because of what he had said. He felt a little dry-mouthed and uncomfortable.
When she heard Ye Wangchuan mention her birthday next year, her attention was diverted a little and she was not as embarrassed as before.
"I don't know if I can celebrate my birthday yet. We'll see when the time comes!"
Ye Wangchuan's eyes were filled with an indulgence that he himself had not noticed. He knew that she was taking the opportunity to change the subject, but he followed her words and said, "Well, we'll see when the time comes. I'll discuss it with you again."
Qiao Nian became more relaxed, lowered his shoulders, and nodded.
Ye Wangchuan saw the blush on her earlobe gradually fade away, feeling a little regretful, but he restrained himself and looked away, then said to her calmly, "By the way, check your phone later to see if you have received the remittance."
"Hmm?" Qiao Nian raised an eyebrow and asked, "What remittance?"
Ye Wangchuan's eyes fell on her rosy lips. He paused for a second before moving away. His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his voice was hoarse and low: "The 10 billion you spent on the auction, I asked my aunt to transfer the money to your account."
(End of this chapter)