Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Ye Wangchuan was stunned for a moment.

Qiao Nian put his hands in his pockets, with a cool expression, raised his head slightly, and met his eyes: "You put the ring on the middle finger of my right hand, isn't that a proposal?"

She asked very directly and sharply.

It's very Qiao Nian's style.

There is no intention of being sloppy at all.

Direct and passionate.

Like a ball of fire, starting a prairie fire!

Ye Wangchuan was used to the rules of doing things in the upper class and had always been arrogant and reserved. For a moment, he didn't even think of how to answer her.

"No, forget it." Seeing that he didn't answer, Qiao Nian reached out and pulled down the brim of his hat. He straightened up casually and stood up to leave the rooftop.

When she was about to pass by the man, Ye Wangchuan grabbed her wrist, pulled her back, and held her directly in his arms, tilting her head slightly.

The light on his face illuminated his eyes, which reflected the girl's flamboyant and unruly face: "If I say yes, Nian Nian, will you agree?"

His voice was low and hoarse, and he was obviously moved.

It's like a small brush brushing the ear.

Qiao Nian squinted her eyes, originally intending to make a joke, but it touched his eyes and the emotions surging inside.

Qiao Nian's pupils trembled slightly and she was silent for a moment. The expression on her face gradually changed from frivolous to serious: "I didn't say I wouldn't agree."

Ye Wangchuan hasn't reacted yet.

She broke free from the restraints, stood back, and glanced at him. Seeing that he didn't respond, her voice became softer and said, "Didn't I agree a long time ago?"

She didn't quite understand how ordinary couples could get tired of falling in love. It was more difficult for her than studying atomic bombs.

However, she never promises others easily. As long as she says something, she will do it.

"I said, get married when you are 21."

Qiao Nian's eyes were clear, she was extremely solemn, and her tone was somewhat casual: "I am 20 now, and there is still one year left."

Ye Wangchuan's eyes seemed to reflect the light of the entire capital city, and his thin lips curled up for some reason, and he couldn't let go: "Okay, I'll wait for you for a year."

Qiao Nian looked at him again, but stopped talking.

She originally wanted to say something, but before her brain could figure out how to say it, her cell phone rang.

"I'll take a call."

Qiao Nian glanced at the caller and walked to the side to pick it up.

*

In a suite on the top floor of the most prestigious Royal Hotel in country M, which is not reserved for external reservations.

Nie Qingru poured herself a glass of red wine, stood up and carried the goblet to the floor-to-ceiling window of the room, looking at the bustling city below.

Holding the phone in one hand, he took a sip of red wine: "I thought you wouldn't answer my call."

The girl's annoying voice soon came from the other end of the phone.

"If I knew it was you, I might not answer the call."

Nie Qingru's face darkened slightly, and he immediately lowered his eyes and shouted at the girl's name: "Qiao Nian!"

Her anger seemed to have disappeared, and all she got in return was the girl's increasingly impatient and even frivolous reply: "If you have anything to do with me, tell me directly. If you don't tell me, I'll kill you."

Nie Qingru's knuckles holding the wine glass were raised, and the raised parts were slightly white, which showed that her mood fluctuated greatly.

"I heard it's your birthday today?" She tried to sound calm and indifferent: "Why didn't you tell me? I could have someone prepare a birthday gift for you in advance."

Nie Qingru suppressed her nausea and finished speaking, thinking that if she took the initiative to show kindness, the other party would at least be polite and accept it as soon as it was nice.

Who knows, there was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, and then an almost mocking sneer came out.