Quentin watched them with interest.
Ye Qi Chen felt his gaze and turned around to glance at the tall man who had appeared in the house. His eyes were not like those of a 6-year-old child. They were alert and fierce, like a little leopard that had not yet grown up and wanted to protect its home.
He clenched Qiao Nian's fingers in a protective gesture.
"Sister, let's go."
"kindness."
She glanced back and gave Quentin a subtle warning.
The blond, blue-eyed middle-aged man shrugged helplessly at her, but tactfully withdrew his gaze and turned away.
…
It was about the same as Qiao Nian expected.
15 minutes later.
Ye Wangchuan returned to Rhine and saw bodyguards lined up outside his house. He went straight in and saw that the person he wanted to meet was waiting for him at home.
"Mr. Ye, long time no see." Quentin was relieved to see him come back, and stood up to greet him politely.
Ye Wangchuan came in from the entrance, untied his tie and threw it on the sofa, and said to him casually, "Do you mind if I go get a bottle of Coke?"
Quentin was very considerate: "As you wish."
Ye Wangchuan opened the refrigerator door and took out a can of Coke. He tapped the pull ring with his slender fingers and took two sips.
He walked back to the living room with his long legs and sat on the sofa. He raised his chin slightly and said to Quentin, "Archbishop, sit down."
Quentin looked at the couple's identical habits and couldn't help laughing. He chuckled and shook his head, then sat down in the seat Ye Wangchuan pointed to him.
"I've been waiting for you to come back for a long time." "Well, there was a traffic jam on the road."
Ye Wangchuan briefly explained the reason why he came back late and talked to him directly.
"Since you came here in person, it means you are very interested in my proposal. I wonder if the Archbishop has made a decision before he comes?"
He asked this question very directly, without any tact, and directly stated his attitude.
Quentin has never been one to beat around the bush, so he spoke frankly, raising his thick eyebrows and looking at him meaningfully.
"I have definitely made up my mind. But before that, I want to ask you a question."
"Oh~ Ask." Ye Wangchuan pinched the can with his white fingers, and sat on the sofa with his back slightly leaning back. His collar was slightly open to reveal a part of his collarbone, and the blood vessels were faintly visible on his neck. The two completely different temperaments of indulgence and abstinence were mixed on him, but it did not make people feel unnatural, as if he was born like this, born to be noble and unrestrained.
Quentin paused for a second: "Why did you do this?"
Ye Wangchuan raised his eyebrows.
Quentin's expression turned serious. "As you told me on the phone, you have a close relationship with the Theron family. If you do this to harm their interests, aren't you also harming your own interests in disguise?"
"You are a smart man and a smart businessman." He spoke in a very low voice and very slowly, giving people a very serious feeling.
"I am willing to cooperate with you, but I need to understand why you want to cooperate with us. Otherwise, I am afraid of being set up, right? Master Ye."
Ye Wangchuan crossed his legs over the other, resting his hands on the sofa, not even bothering to lift his eyelids, and said casually: "You don't have to cooperate with me."
Quentin suppressed his smile: "..."
Fortunately, Ye Wangchuan gave him face in the end and said calmly: "You must have come to Beijing without hearing any rumors, so it is not difficult to guess why I did this." (End of this chapter)