Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Chapter 4085: Wang Ye She fell asleep

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Ye Wangchuan used his fingertips to push away a strand of hair that had fallen from her brow bone, and gently tucked it behind her ear, breathing slowly: "I didn't know it was you at that time."

"If I had known that we had met before, I would have come to you in person."

Qiao Nian's earlobe was touched and twisted by his fingertips, and she felt a tingling sensation like an electric shock. She narrowed her eyes and grasped the key point: "In other words, you cheated me of tens of millions five years ago?"

Later she went to him to buy rare earths.

He cheated her out of nearly nine figures again.

"Tsk!" Qiao Nian looked him up and down with a frivolous look in her eyes: "No wonder Guan Yan always says to stay away from men, none of them are good."

She also pushed the person away, leaned to the side, and prepared to close her eyes and rest.

Ye Wangchuan looked at the speechless girl. Even though he knew Qiao Nian was joking with him, he still picked up his phone and transferred a nine-digit amount to Qiao Nian's account.

At the same time, Mo Dong finished the handover work with the auction staff and called him to report on the horse head.

Ye Wangchuan looked up and saw the girl sleeping with her baseball cap turned over to cover her face. He hung up the phone and sent a WeChat message to Mo Dong.

[Y: WeChat said.]

[Y: I am not available right now.]

[Y: Type, don’t send voice messages.]

Mo Dong, who was far away in F Continent and had not yet left the auction venue, saw the WeChat messages coming one after another on his mobile phone. He touched his earlobe, his scarred face showed a confused expression, and turned around to ask the subordinates who followed him out.

"When will it be inconvenient for you to answer the phone and listen to voice messages?"

The subordinates were also confused by the question.

She looked at him in surprise: "Brother Dong, who is not available to answer the phone?"

Mo Dong glanced at him.

The subordinate shut up, thought about it carefully, and said to him: "Could it be that his wife is next to him? Generally speaking, men will only feel uncomfortable answering the phone when their wives are next to them."

Mo Dong stroked his chin and thought: "...I see."

Miss Qiao is next to Wang Ye? Mo Dong got in the car, constantly editing messages to report the matter of Ma Shou to him, and finally asked carefully: Wang Ye, is Miss Qiao next to you

The driver sat in the front and watched him finish sending the message. He looked through the rearview mirror and asked, "Brother Dong, shall we go back to the base camp?"

Mo Dong was about to speak.

The phone suddenly vibrated.

He first lowered his head to look at his phone, and when he saw the message from Ye Wangchuan on the phone, Mo Dong couldn't help but exclaimed "Wow."

"Brother Dong?"

Mo Dong was completely immersed in his own world and did not hear the driver outside calling him. His eyes were fixed on the WeChat interface of Ye Wangchuan's avatar on his phone.

[Y: She fell asleep.]

Mo Dong read it three times, rubbed his eyes to make sure he was not seeing things, and quickly looked at the time in the upper right corner and calculated the time difference between Beijing and here.

It turned out to be still broad daylight in Beijing.

Mo Dong was secretly shocked and said "Fuck", but fortunately he didn't say it out loud because of his tough guy image outside.

Without even looking up, he told the driver, "Well, back to base camp."

**

20 hours later.

The plane landed in Independence Island.

Xu Yi came to the airport early to wait for people.

When he saw Qiao Nian coming out, he pulled up the hood of his sweatshirt, walked over quickly, and met the girl: "The vice president is waiting for you at the institute."

Xu Yi has outstanding looks. Among ordinary people, he is considered a handsome guy. He has a high nose bridge, thin lips, and handsome facial features with a slightly cold look.

But standing next to Ye Wangchuan weakened his looks by three points, and he was forced into the category of ordinary looks.

(End of this chapter)