After Qiao Nian replied to the message from the Red Alliance, she felt thirsty and went downstairs to get some water with a cup.
I happened to see Ye Wangchuan downstairs making a phone call, as if he was talking to someone, his voice was very low: "Doubled again? He's quite rich. Don't give them a reply for now, leave them alone... wait for them to add more..."
"Who told you I was going to give it to you? Just leave it like this for now, depending on my mood."
He saw the girl coming down from upstairs out of the corner of his eye, lowered his eyes and said to the person on the other end of the phone: "That's it, you handle the rest."
He just hung up the phone when Qiao Nian came down. He looked up and saw the cup in Qiao Nian's hand. He put the phone aside and said, "There's milk in the refrigerator. I'll heat you a cup."
Qiao Nian originally wanted to say that she didn’t want to drink milk, but he had already gone to the kitchen to get it, so she could only wait for him to bring it over.
While waiting, I was wondering who he was talking to on the phone just now.
Just as she was distracted, the man came over with hot milk. His tall figure loomed over her head, and Qiao Nian realized that he was taller than she had imagined. Her head just reached his chest, and they were so close that Qiao Nian could even hear his heartbeat.
Boom, boom, boom, beating powerfully!
Qiao Nian's earlobes suddenly felt hot, and her chest felt a little hot. She took a half step back without leaving a trace, but before she moved, her slender waist was already embraced by a big hand.
"Don't move, there's a chair in the back." A magnetic male voice sounded above the head but it seemed to be right next to the ear, hoarse and seductive.
The heat in Qiao Nian's body seemed to be aroused even more. Her body was stiff and motionless. His breath sprayed on her neck, making her feel itchy and tingling, like an electric shock.
Fortunately, Ye Wangchuan held her steady, then he took his hand away like a gentleman and handed her the hot milk in his hand.
"Be careful with the heat."
Qiao Nian made a vague "hmm" sound and agreed, then held the cup and began to drink it in sips.
She didn't know why, but she always felt that the atmosphere at the moment seemed weird. She couldn't tell what was weird, but it was something she had never encountered before. The air around her was as sticky as cotton, and yet it was so soft that she couldn't struggle free.
Ye Wangchuan stared at the girl's neck in front of him. She sipped milk intermittently, holding the cup, her long eyelashes were drawn back and she didn't say anything. Just looking at her quiet face, she always gave people a well-behaved feeling. However, he had just seen her unconcealed side in the city hospital a few days ago, and he knew very well that Qiao Nian was definitely not the well-behaved person she seemed on the surface.
But seeing her lowering her snow-white neck and not looking at him, Ye Wangchuan felt relieved. He raised the corners of his mouth and found a topic: "How have you been in school these days?"
When Qiao Nian heard his words, she was a little less nervous. She raised her eyes and said casually, "It's okay."
Apart from having to sit in a seat and listen to the teacher talking non-stop every day, everything else is fine.
It's just not that free.
Ye Wangchuan's eyes fell deeply on her porcelain-white face, and suddenly asked: "Has anyone bullied you in school?"
"What is bullying?" Qiao Nian didn't quite understand.
Beating her up is considered bullying
That's not the case.
At most, Qiao Chen sent her a text message to disgust her, but she had already blocked him.
Ye Wangchuan recalled the situation he had just learned from the phone call to No. 1 Middle School. Looking at her dark, bandit-like eyes, he knew that she had never taken those people seriously. He pursed his lips and changed the subject: "Nothing."
He chatted with Qiao Nian for a few more words, and seeing that she looked a little tired, he asked her to go upstairs to sleep.
As soon as Qiao Nian left, he turned around and made a phone call.
"Jiang Li..."
(End of this chapter)