Fake daughters are wealthy

In a quiet alley on Wangjiang South Road, the black Phaeton slowly stopped.

Qiao Nian took off her seat belt, picked up her bag, and said to the man in the driver's seat, "Thank you."

Ye Wangchuan raised his jaw slightly, resting one hand on the steering wheel, and resting the other on the side of the car window. The string of brown Buddhist beads on his wrist was wrapped around his white wrist, as if imprisoning a lazy, sleepy man. lion.He glanced at the door on the side of the road, but didn't see anything special about this place, and said, "Do you want me to accompany you in?"

Qiao Nian didn't want to refuse; "No, I can go in by myself."

Ye Wangchuan narrowed his eyes, but did not speak.

Qiao Nian couldn't wait to get rid of him, closed the car door, waved to him, and said, "Brother Ye, I'll go in first."

"kindness."

Ye Wangchuan watched her walk into the small two-story white western-style building familiarly, and took out her mobile phone while sitting in the driver's seat.

He has lived in Beijing for a long time, but he knows the land price around the city well.

The house that Qiao Nian just moved into is located in a prime location in the south of the city. Any facade in this commercial area is expensive, and the price of a single house like a private studio is even less likely to be cheap.

Jiang Li told him that Qiao Nian's former adoptive parents had a little money in their family, but they treated her very badly, and they didn't even want to let her go to a better school.

How could she know such a place?It even looks like you come here often?

He took a picture of the small white western-style building.

Soon, news came back.

[Here I know!In a psychological clinic on Wangjiang Road, doctors are notoriously difficult to make appointments!The price charged is also expensive.Master Wang, are you... not feeling well?If you are mentally ill, don't shy away from medical treatment! 】

【roll. 】

Ye Wangchuan answered the message with one hand and raised his eyebrows, looking at the girl who had already entered the door.

Psychological clinic?

expensive?

He had read Qiao Nian's information, and it was nothing special, but after contacting her, she was nothing like what was written in the information.

He was about to reply to the message when suddenly, the phone screen lit up the caller ID.

Ye Wangchuan picked up the phone, his voice was low and hoarse: "What's the matter?"

"Master Lu, young master, young master is gone!"

His complexion suddenly sank, his sharp jaw line was tense, and he didn't want to take care of the psychological clinic anymore, he started the car suddenly, turned the steering wheel, and explained to the person on the other side: "Where are you?"

The black car sped away—