Ye Wangchuan guessed that she wouldn't read it either, so he nodded, put his bag aside, and said to her, "The tickets have been booked. The flight is at 10:30 am on the 3rd. You can sleep in. We just need to arrive on time."
He originally wanted to use a private plane, but after thinking about it, he decided that he was returning to Beijing temporarily this time, and since he was going back secretly, there was no need to make such a big fuss.
In addition, Qiao Nian’s main purpose of going to Beijing this time is to take the entrance exam for Tsinghua University. If she follows him back, she will take a private plane.
With so many eyes in Beijing, someone will definitely notice her.
By then, it would be difficult for her to take the exam quietly and purely.
He asked Mr. Jiang for his opinion, and Mr. Jiang shared the same idea, to keep a low profile as much as possible.
Qiao Nian will definitely return to Beijing, and then she will recognize her ancestors. Before that, they still need to arrange protection measures for her.
Otherwise, once her identity as the future young lady of the Ye family is officially announced, a storm will be brewing and all forces will be looking over to her, and she will be caught up in the turmoil without any preparation.
"Don't we have to go through security an hour in advance?" Qiao Nian didn't think too much about it. Any plane would do.
Gu San was driving in front. Hearing this, he smiled and said, "That's an ordinary person. I'll take you to the plane without going through security check."
His tone was full of pride.
But his pride is different from the pride of the Qiao family and Fu Ge who like to look down on others. He is introverted and low-key.
"Miss Qiao, you should just follow Mr. Wang. Jing City is Mr. Wang's territory, he won't get you lost!"
Is Beijing his territory
Qiao Nian didn't specifically check Ye Wangchuan's identity, but since his surname was Ye and he was from Beijing, she could guess a little without much investigation.
There is only one Ye family in Beijing, a family of nobility and honor, and one of the earliest ones.
How valuable his identity is can be guessed from the attitudes of Tang Wei and Madam Fu who are so arrogant around the city. Ye Wangchuan is not as simple as he looks!
Qiao Nian knew what was going on, but he looked lazy and unscrupulous, not even bothering to ask.
Gu San thought she would ask him a few questions out of curiosity, but when he looked through the rearview mirror, he saw Qiao Nian was resting with her eyes closed.
The corner of his mouth twitched, and after a moment of hesitation, he calmed down again.
Yes, it would be strange if Miss Qiao asked him like an ordinary girl, "Why is Beijing the territory of Wang Ye?"
The reason why Miss Qiao is Miss Qiao is that she is always calm and always like a puzzle that is hard to figure out!
The city's miracle doctor, a special recruit of Professor Daliang from Qing Dynasty, and an expert on computers... Anyway, if Miss Qiao has one or two more identities, he will almost stand on Miss Qiao's side, thinking that he is marrying above his station!
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After Fu Ge returned home in a mess, he ignored his mother's questioning and went upstairs to lock himself in the room.
His bedroom is 40 square meters. In addition to the extra-large bed, the room also has a seating area with a sofa and desk. There is also a large balcony outside. He asked someone to design a bar, and on the wine shelf are several bottles of red wine that cannot be bought outside.
After Fu Ge locked himself in the bedroom, he unbuttoned his shirt in annoyance.
The restraint on his neck was much relieved, but he didn't feel able to breathe more easily.
I kept thinking about what happened at the gate of No. 1 Middle School.
He walked quickly to the balcony, opened the glass door, picked out a bottle of Old Man's Head from the wine rack, unscrewed the lid, took a glass, and poured half a glass of wine.
He took a sip of the wine.
The evil fire in Fu Ge's chest subsided a little. His eyes flickered and he took out his cell phone hesitantly and looked for Qiao Chen's phone number.
After thinking it over several times, I called.
(End of this chapter)