Qiao Nian was attracted by his novel statement. He turned around and asked nonchalantly, "So you are a donkey?"
Ye Wangchuan turned her head again and continued to blow her hair gently: "Whether I am a donkey or not depends on whether God Qiao has carrots."
Qiao Nian was drowsy from the warm air from the hair dryer. He propped up his chin and thought about his question in a semi-drowsy state.
Her hair is not long.
Ye Wangchuan blew it dry in a short while.
He used the rubber band on his wrist to tie a ponytail for the girl, but his skills were not good and he was not experienced in the business, so the ponytail was loose and there were a few strands of hair not tied properly.
"Tsk." Ye Wangchuan couldn't help but click his tongue when he looked at his own achievements, and gently took off the rubber band again.
Qiao Nian's jet-black shoulder-length hair once again fell on her shoulders like a waterfall. She reached out and grabbed it, seeming to realize something.
"Let me do it." She took the rubber band from Ye Wangchuan and neatly tied her hair into a small bun, revealing her slender, white neck.
Ye Wangchuan stepped aside to avoid blocking her.
His eyes fell on the girl's flexible movements, observing how she tied her hair, and thinking in his mind what he should do next time.
Because he was distracted, he didn't notice that after Qiao Nian tied her hair into a bun, she kept staring at him with a deep gaze.
"You..." Qiao Nian stared at him for several seconds, and suddenly said, "How about we give it a try?"
"Hmm?" Ye Wangchuan raised his eyelids slightly and leaned back on the edge of the table. He looked a bit lazy like a nobleman. His home clothes looked high-end like a catwalk, and the slightly open neckline pushed the atmosphere to the extreme: "What are you trying?"
There is a kind of teasing that you don’t realize.
He is now a typical example.
Qiao Nian is actually a visual control, otherwise he would not have become the chief designer of SEVEN under Yuan Yongqin.
She has a pursuit and taste for beauty. People who pursue beauty must also like and indulge in beauty...
Qiao Nian looked at him straight in the eyes: "It's the one you keep talking about."
"?" Ye Wangchuan was slightly startled. She walked forward, stood in front of him, raised her head slightly, and met his eyes: "Actually, there is really no need to wait until 20. I am not that traditional person."
She is simple.
Once you identify someone, that person is you.
As for her age...she was a child from an orphanage who grew up with the Qiao family and was left unattended. In fact, no one had ever told her what age she should be to do this.
No one taught her this.
But Qiao Nian never crossed the line.
It's not impossible.
Just respect yourself.
"If it's you, it's not impossible." Qiao Nian slightly lowered her eyelashes to cover the sparkling light in her eyes. She rested her hands on the edge of the table where Ye Wangchuan was leaning, and leaned forward slightly. This simple action was undoubtedly a tease for her: "What do you think?"
“…” Ye Wangchuan could feel the girl’s gentle breath and hear the sound of his blood burning and boiling.
He restrained himself at the last moment, grabbed the girl's wrist, and clenched his fingers tightly: "Nian Nian, stop making trouble."
Qiao Nian looked up at him without saying anything.
That slightly raised, exquisite and eye-catching face was the biggest challenge to Ye Wangchuan's self-control.
Ye Wangchuan was defeated when he looked into her eyes. He raised his hand to rub his brow bone, suddenly pulled the girl into his arms, and bent down to kiss her.
This time he indulged himself.
It was not until the corners of Qiao Nian's mouth were worn out that he pulled himself back abruptly, tidied up her drooping hair, and said softly: "Fool, I haven't given you a perfect wedding yet."
(End of this chapter)