Fake daughters are wealthy

She thought that Ye Lan and the others were still waiting, so it didn't take long. When her mind cleared up a bit, Qiao Nian turned off the water in the tap, wiped her fingertips with a tissue, and prepared to go back.

From time to time, there are waiters and guests shuttling in the corridor, one after another.

Qiao Nian looked indifferent, with his hands in his pockets, and he was walking with a golden sword on his horse.

Sudden.

She was hit hard on the left shoulder.

Immediately afterwards, she heard someone apologize immediately: "Ah, I'm sorry. Did I bump into you? I was careless when I was walking and didn't notice you."

Qiao Nian didn't care, turned sideways to avoid the other party's hand, her voice was low and hoarse, a little careless: "It's okay."

The other party lost his hand, so he apologized to her again: "I'm really sorry, how about I take you to the hospital for a checkup?"

"..."

It was just a small thing.

But the other party seemed to be unwilling to let go, and insisted on pestering her, a person who was hit, not to let go.

Qiao Nian didn't look at her at first, she just planned to hurry to the box that Ye Lan booked, but after being stopped twice, she couldn't help but look over.

The other party looked about her age.

The appearance is very good.

But from the outline of her facial features, it can be seen that she is not from Beijing, nor from country Z.

Those brown eyes... Qiao Nian squinted her eyes and took another look. She always felt a little impressed by these eyes, but for a while she couldn't remember where she saw them.

The man's starry eyes flickered slightly, and he raised his hand again to caress him: "Sister, don't you really want to go to the hospital?"

Qiao Nian turned to one side, precisely avoiding the hand she put on his shoulder, with a rather indifferent expression: "No need."

The man didn't say anything more, took out his mobile phone, and said to Qiao Nian: "Well, let's exchange contact information, do you need to call me?"

Qiao Nian looked at her again.

The man stood there very calmly, as if asking for her contact information was only for the convenience of her claiming compensation afterwards, without any other purpose.

Qiao Nian smiled.

With frivolous eyebrows, he picked out his ears: "Do you want my phone number?"

"Uh." Her reaction obviously exceeded the other party's expectations. After a moment of hesitation, the other party asked, "Is it convenient for you?"

Qiao Nian slowly took out her cell phone from her sweater and asked her, "Your phone number."

"1XXXXXXXXX." The man held back his surprise and reported a series of numbers.

Qiao Nian's typing speed was very fast, and she called the number almost as soon as she finished reporting the number.

Soon.

The man's phone rang.

Before the other party found the phone, Qiao Nian said, "My number."

Then she ignored the other party's reaction and walked away.

The other party's movements of rummaging through her bag to find her phone gradually stopped as she walked away, and soon a man in black appeared beside her.

"Miss."

Elena spoke.

The man in black followed her line of sight to look at the back of the girl who was walking away, and then looked back with disdain in his eyes: "Miss, what do you want her phone number for? How can she have your contact information."

"Don't underestimate her."

Elena slowly lowered her eyelashes, found the mobile phone from her bag, and looked at the string of extra numbers on the screen: "She is the one my fiance likes."

When the man in black heard the words, there was a strong resentment on his eyebrows, and he whispered: "You are the eldest lady of the Irene family, the most outstanding person in this generation."

"They want you to be their fiancée, it depends on what you want, as long as you don't like it, the big house..."