Fake Daughter Is Rich Again?

Qiao Nian didn't know that the person she had randomly met on campus actually knew Fu Ge.

She had already arrived at the supposedly authentic Mongolian hot pot place.

"Miss Qiao, we're here."

The car drove into a quaint alley and stopped outside. It was Saturday, and Ye Wangchuan seemed to have taken her to a tourist attraction, as the narrow alley was full of bustling tourists. All sorts of different accents could be heard, along with many small shops of 10 square meters on both sides of the road. These shops sold porcelain, antiques, and beaded necklaces for 10 yuan.

She thought it would take a long time to get to the place he wanted to eat at. Who knew that after walking for a while, they stopped in front of a courtyard.

In the front street, the chatter of bustling tourists was very loud. A distance of one street away was a winding path, quiet and leisurely.

A big sweet-scented osmanthus tree was also planted in front of the door.

Osmanthus flowers were most fragrant in October, and its faint scent could be smelled all along the way.

familiar with this place, Gu San said with a smile, "Miss Qiao, this is the place. This restaurant's Mongolian hot pot soup is very delicious. It can be said to be the most authentic in Beijing. Usually, diners need to reserve a table half a year in advance,

people can't eat it."

tiles in front of her,

had bought her a courtyard house

It cost nine digits.

this, and it was not as

hot pot store in such

the word "private house" was affixed, it was not a place

price was as

would it appear on review apps. After all, most people

with this place

she could afford it herself. But she couldn't reserve a place,

San watched the two of them more casually. He thought about how excited he had been just now, rubbed the tip of

exquisite, there were no set of pavilions as seen in the south, and it was

here seemed to know Ye Wangchuan