Chapter 788: How are you comfortable?
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Qiao Nian Ye Wang Chuan
Ye Wangchuan looked at the shallow dark circles under the girl's eyelids, and unconsciously lowered his voice: "Nian Nian, do you know where the hair dryer is?"
Qiao Nian didn't sleep all night, she was really sleepy, not to mention he helped her brush her hair every now and then, which made people want to sleep even more.
Hearing this, he managed to pull himself together, and pointed in the direction of the bathroom: "Over there."
Qiao Nian was afraid that he could not find it, so he lazily added, "It's in the bathroom drawer."
Ye Wangchuan quickly went to the bathroom drawer to find the hair dryer, plugged it in, chose the first warm air, stood behind her again, and patiently helped her dry her hair.
Qiao Nian was drowsy at first, but the warm wind blowing on her hair made her want to sleep even more.
In order to prevent herself from falling asleep, she tried her best, thought for a while and asked: "By the way, Mr. Wang, what clothes should I wear to eat later?"
She called Wang Ye Huanyue more and more smoothly, but without the respect of Gu San and the others, every time she called this name, she always had a little interest, as if she was hiding a small hook, which was unknowingly provocative.
Ye Wangchuan paused for breath, then returned to normal, brushed away her black hair that had fallen to her brow bone, and slowly used the hair dryer to change the angle to help her dry her hair, while saying in an unhurried tone: "Look at you."
Qiao Nian finally opened his eyes a little, cast a wild look at him, raised the corners of his mouth, and said lazily, "Look at me? Look at me, the ones I usually wear."
"Sweater or hoodie, as long as you don't think it's too casual for me to wear it to meet the elders, I don't care."
Anyway, that's all she wears, before Shen Qiongzhi always said that her clothes were dull, not as vibrant as Qiao An's, and she couldn't show her hands.
She didn't know what to wear when meeting elders, and she would only wear these when looking at her.
Ye Wangchuan silently blew on the top of her head, rubbed the twists of her hair, very pampering: "There are only a few people eating at noon, and they are all your acquaintances. My aunt Ye Lan, and Chenchen, and An old man. He is not as serious as you think, you will know when you see him, he is very easy to get along with, and he doesn't care about these external things, you treat it as a common meal."
"..." Eating potluck with Ye Lao?If Qiao Nian didn't know Ye Lao's identity, he would have thought he was telling a story.
The guy who can go on TV wherever he goes.
Ye Wangchuan really didn't worry about this, and continued in a very normal tone: "Besides, I'm also there, I'll stand in front of you if there's anything, you don't have to worry about anything, just eat."
Qiao Nian turned her head when she heard the words, looked at him thoughtfully with black pupils, then pursed the corners of her lips, said nothing, seemed to be in a good mood, turned her head, lowered her eyelashes: "You said it yourself, I will wear it casually. "
Ye Wangchuan raised the corners of his mouth, and lightly helped her blow-dry her hair again: "As I said, wear whatever you want, and wear whatever you feel comfortable with."
*
In the old house of the Ye family, Mr. Ye was also struggling with this problem.
Today he changed into a bright navy blue Chinese tunic suit with two breasts. He neatly arranged every fold of the clothes, put on the ironing pen, and stood in front of the mirror for a long time before smoothing out the folds of the neckline. Turning around again, he asked the butler standing next to him.
"How does this suit look?"
The housekeeper had already watched him change three sets of clothes, and when he heard that the face hidden under the paralyzed face twitched, he replied respectfully and succinctly: "Old Ye, everything you wear fits you well."
Qiao Nian didn't sleep all night, she was really sleepy, not to mention he helped her brush her hair every now and then, which made people want to sleep even more.
Hearing this, he managed to pull himself together, and pointed in the direction of the bathroom: "Over there."
Qiao Nian was afraid that he could not find it, so he lazily added, "It's in the bathroom drawer."
Ye Wangchuan quickly went to the bathroom drawer to find the hair dryer, plugged it in, chose the first warm air, stood behind her again, and patiently helped her dry her hair.
Qiao Nian was drowsy at first, but the warm wind blowing on her hair made her want to sleep even more.
In order to prevent herself from falling asleep, she tried her best, thought for a while and asked: "By the way, Mr. Wang, what clothes should I wear to eat later?"
She called Wang Ye Huanyue more and more smoothly, but without the respect of Gu San and the others, every time she called this name, she always had a little interest, as if she was hiding a small hook, which was unknowingly provocative.
Ye Wangchuan paused for breath, then returned to normal, brushed away her black hair that had fallen to her brow bone, and slowly used the hair dryer to change the angle to help her dry her hair, while saying in an unhurried tone: "Look at you."
Qiao Nian finally opened his eyes a little, cast a wild look at him, raised the corners of his mouth, and said lazily, "Look at me? Look at me, the ones I usually wear."
"Sweater or hoodie, as long as you don't think it's too casual for me to wear it to meet the elders, I don't care."
Anyway, that's all she wears, before Shen Qiongzhi always said that her clothes were dull, not as vibrant as Qiao An's, and she couldn't show her hands.
She didn't know what to wear when meeting elders, and she would only wear these when looking at her.
Ye Wangchuan silently blew on the top of her head, rubbed the twists of her hair, very pampering: "There are only a few people eating at noon, and they are all your acquaintances. My aunt Ye Lan, and Chenchen, and An old man. He is not as serious as you think, you will know when you see him, he is very easy to get along with, and he doesn't care about these external things, you treat it as a common meal."
"..." Eating potluck with Ye Lao?If Qiao Nian didn't know Ye Lao's identity, he would have thought he was telling a story.
The guy who can go on TV wherever he goes.
Ye Wangchuan really didn't worry about this, and continued in a very normal tone: "Besides, I'm also there, I'll stand in front of you if there's anything, you don't have to worry about anything, just eat."
Qiao Nian turned her head when she heard the words, looked at him thoughtfully with black pupils, then pursed the corners of her lips, said nothing, seemed to be in a good mood, turned her head, lowered her eyelashes: "You said it yourself, I will wear it casually. "
Ye Wangchuan raised the corners of his mouth, and lightly helped her blow-dry her hair again: "As I said, wear whatever you want, and wear whatever you feel comfortable with."
*
In the old house of the Ye family, Mr. Ye was also struggling with this problem.
Today he changed into a bright navy blue Chinese tunic suit with two breasts. He neatly arranged every fold of the clothes, put on the ironing pen, and stood in front of the mirror for a long time before smoothing out the folds of the neckline. Turning around again, he asked the butler standing next to him.
"How does this suit look?"
The housekeeper had already watched him change three sets of clothes, and when he heard that the face hidden under the paralyzed face twitched, he replied respectfully and succinctly: "Old Ye, everything you wear fits you well."
