As soon as Eleanor left, Qiao Nian turned his head and met a pair of black eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "Like you?"
Qiao Nian: "..."
Ye Wangchuan stretched out his hand to lift the strands of hair around her ears and pushed them back. His movements were gentle and gentle, but his words were unforgiving: "Qiao Shen is very popular."
The patch of skin that his fingertips grazed made Qiao Nian feel as hot as fire. She pulled back to a safe distance without leaving any trace, and her eyes showed an inexplicable guilt: "She's joking."
"Really?" Ye Wangchuan approached step by step, and there was a bit of sourness in the air. I don't know if it was the sourness of the coffee Ji Lin had just brewed or where it came from: "I think she is quite serious. She also said that when she helped me last time It's for you."
Qiao Nian picked up the tea cup and drank water to cover up her embarrassment. His noble and beautiful face suddenly came closer and enlarged, and the breathing of the two people nearby could be heard.
"You don't think it's a mixed bag, do you?"
"Cough—" Qiao Nian choked, letting out an earth-shattering cough and almost spitting out saliva.
What a ghost
"Slow down." As the perpetrator, he was still angry. He leaned over and gently hugged the girl and pulled her into his arms to give Qiao Nianshun some relief.
Qiao Nian finally suppressed the itching in her trachea, held back a series of coughs on the wall of her throat, and said expressionlessly as she narrowed her eyes.
"She and I have a cooperative relationship, not even half a friend. What you said can't happen... My orientation is normal!"
Qiao Nian gritted his teeth and chewed on the last few words.
"Also...just say what you have to say, and don't talk to me in a shady manner."
"There's no yin and yang."
Ye Wangchuan grabbed her wrist and didn't let go, his deep eyes were like a whirlpool that could suck people in, and he suddenly raised his lips: "I'm jealous, can't you see?"
"..." Thank you for the invitation, I didn't see it.
Qiao Nian was silent for several seconds. He seemed to have no reaction and an expressionless face. In fact, he had never encountered such a situation before and was thinking about how to deal with it. Ye Wangchuan let her eyes look at him, his lips pursed with satisfaction, and his mood was strangely soothed by her.
"Actually..." He just started.
The girl suddenly raised her arms and hooked them around his neck, pulled him down, and raised her head to meet him.
"Bah!"
Qiao Nianqin left with a bold touch, and immediately let go of her hand. Facing his gaze, the girl slightly raised her black eyelashes to half cover her glazed pupils. Her seemingly untroubled face was faintly hot, but on the surface There was no clue, it seemed like just a kiss.
All the sourness in Ye Wangchuan was gone, leaving only the residual touch on his lower lip.
He raised his hand and touched the corner of his lips lightly, and met the girl's speechless eyes.
When Qiao Nian saw him lowering his eyes in recollection, she smiled softly. Her earlobes felt inexplicably warm, and she felt that she couldn't look directly into his eyes anymore.
She changed the subject.
"What do you want from me?"
Ye Wangchuan did not hide the purpose of his coming: "I originally wanted to come here to tell you that Mu Qingtian is dead, but someone beat me to it."
"..." Qiao Nian felt inexplicably short of breath when he heard that he mentioned Eleanor. She didn't know why she felt guilty: "Mu Qingtian is dead, and they didn't look for you?"
Ye Wangchuan met her gaze and said openly and unabashedly: "I haven't looked for Sai Lan, but people from Shi Lao have contacted me, and they have contacted me frequently recently."
"You separate them..." Qiao Nian finished speaking, his eyes darkened, he suddenly shut up when he thought of something, his brows furrowed with deep vertical lines.
She had actually doubted whether Sai Lan was the mastermind behind the scenes, and she denied her suspicions several times in a row.