Fake Daughter Is Rich Again?

Qiao Nian didn't expect him to really wait in line for an hour just to buy breakfast in the Imperial Mansion.

In her daze, her left hand was pulled up again.

His broad hand held her hand, his rough fingers pinching her fingertips. It was itchy and dry as if she had been electrocuted.

She looked up and, before she could frown, she heard the man's deep and hoarse voice. "Heh, there's finally some warmth." Qiao Nian was speechless.

Ye Wangchuan looked at the girl's frustrated face and said, "Do you want to go out for a walk later?"

"Now?"

Qiao Nian's attention was diverted; she had forgotten that someone was still holding her hand.

The weather in Beijing in December was quite cold, especially since the temperatures had dropped over the past two days. The weather had become even colder, so she was unwilling to go out. "Not really..." She didn't finish her sentence.

Ye Wangchuan said in a low voice, "I'll make you hot pot tonight, but there are no ingredients in the fridge. If you want to eat, go out and buy some. Want some?"

Beijing were generally mild. Qiao Nian herself was at a stage where

flavors all day

hot pot, she

inferior to those sold

mention of it, Qiao Nian

before coming up with a plan. She looked

grocery shopping with me?" the man whispered with

short mouth and a soft heart. Qiao Nian had no objections. She shrugged her shoulders and

fresh food." Already expecting her to agree, Ye Wangchuan immediately said, "There's a cold drink shop beside

Nian raised her eyes and did

Qiao a few times and made skinship with her. Gu San kept smacking his lips behind them with a wooden face and wondered deeply what was wrong

"Then I'll drive?"

they had agreed to buy things, Ye Wangchuan took out

a car. At least, not for the time being in Beijing. When she came over after the college

Ye Wangchuan drove off.

San pulled Chen Zhu and