Fake Daughter Is Rich Again?

After school, many parents drove over to pick up their children after getting off work. The gates of First High School were blocked by various cars.

Frowning, Qiao Nian took out her earphone from her bag, walked through the crowd, and was about to call the hospital.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a black Phaeton parked in an inconspicuous corner across the road.

Ye Wangchuan leaned back lazily on the other side, his handsome face illuminated under the street lights. His eyes were deep, and a cigarette hung from his thin and gorgeous lips. His black shirt sleeves were rolled up to reveal the crimson prayer beads on his wrist.

Though he was parked far away, his appearance stood out from the crowd and was very alluring.

Qiao Nian didn't want to walk over.

However, he seemed to sense that she had come out and raised his head to look in her direction, coincidentally meeting her gaze.

Qiao Nian:"..."

out so fast, and to see him smoking. Frowning, he quickly threw away the cigarette butt and stamped it out with his

Gu San, "Didn't you say

Qiao Nian out already?" And she had

lazy to scold him. He raised his hand and

Qiao Nian arrived within

she heard the man's low and sultry voice say, "Uncle Chen

stared at him with black, cold, and ruthless eyes, like a wolf whose

turned and opened the car door, inviting her in. "I'll tell

the way, Ye Wangchuan briefly explained the incident

fact, it was very simple. In the afternoon, Uncle Chen suddenly felt nauseous and fainted for a while. The doctor performed an emergency examination and found that he had a tumor in his brain which needed immediate

the level of medical technology was far from Beijing's. Suddenly looking for an expert to perform a craniotomy on Uncle Chen was

face. His fingers quickly turned the beads on his wrist, and he softly comforted her. "I've already contacted the

she had asked the doctors to do a

Her black eyelashes were distinct, her lips were drawn into a straight line, and her hands were clenched into

her hand would bleed from her tight grip, he put his big hand on the back

comforting a child, he whispered and coaxed her, "Nian Nian, trust me. Uncle Chen will