Ye Wangchuan saw the paper balls scattered all over the room, and then looked at the messy things on her desk, which seemed to be all drawing tools. But he didn't ask a single question, as if he didn't see it. He lowered his head, his eyes focused and unquestionable: "Normal temperature."
"Ah." When Qiao Nian took the cup, he realized that it was not the ice drink he wanted, and was slightly disappointed.
Ye Wangchuan walked past her and said, "Have you forgotten that you had a stomachache when you had your period last time? There is still a week left. I asked the doctor and he said you can't touch anything cold during this week, so I didn't add any ice for you."
When he talked about this, he looked extremely natural and calm, without any abnormality.
Qiao Nian stared at him for a long time with her beautiful black eyes, and was speechless. She pulled her shoulders down, as if surrendering, and followed him back with the cup in her hand, saying, "Okay. Is this sweet?"
She doesn't like sweet drinks, and even Gu San knows this habit.
How could Ye Wangchuan not know about her problem? For someone who doesn't even like milk tea, asking her to drink sweet drinks would probably be the end of her.
“Not very sweet.”
It was the first time that Ye Wangchuan described the taste of sour plum juice to a girl. It was a bit novel for him: "It's sour, but then sweet. Try it. If you don't like it, don't drink it. I'll ask Gu San to bring you another glass of lemonade..."
Qiao Nian raised her eyelids to look at him, then sat on the chair, holding the mug in both hands, and took a small sip without saying a word.
Just like what someone said, it tastes a bit sour at first, but then turns to sweetness, and it tastes pretty good.
"It's OK." Her brows relaxed, her beautiful black eyes raised, and she looked much more relaxed. She raised the corners of her mouth and said unwillingly, "It will taste better if you add some ice cubes."
Ye Wangchuan automatically ignored her words. He had already seen clearly that the laptop on her desk was running drawing software.
However, unlike the drawing software he usually uses in office, the drawing software on Qiao Nian's notebook seems to be more professional.
He only glanced at her and then looked away, then fixed his gaze on the girl who was lazily sitting on a chair drinking plum juice, and whispered, "Grandpa just sent me a message."
Qiao Nian drank water from the mug intermittently, and she relaxed completely. As soon as she relaxed, she felt a little sleepy.
Hearing his low, seductive voice, she raised her head nonchalantly, tilting her head, as if waiting for him to continue.
"He told me to work hard." Ye Wangchuan chuckled. His eye-catching face was particularly charming. His bottomless eyes looked at the girl intently. "I think he seems to be afraid that I... am a gigolo."
"???"
Qiao Nian finally perked up a bit from her sleepiness, glanced at him casually, and said very straightforwardly: "You want to be a gigolo?"
Ye Wangchuan: “…”
Qiao Nian looked him up and down again, then retracted his gaze, resumed his evil and lazy look, and said bluntly: "Don't even think about it. I can't afford to support you."
As the heir of the Ye family in Beijing and the boss of the Ninth Institute, she has some money, but it is not enough to support Ye Wangchuan.
And just looking at the decoration of his apartment in Rhine, you can see how much he spends. The sofa downstairs costs seven figures.
The hair dryers in her room all start at six figures.
It's not that she is being modest, he is quite difficult to raise, at least not the type that can be fed with only vegetables and bran, it's expensive.
(End of this chapter)