Fake Daughter Is Rich Again? novel Chapter 1579

You to Cook

Dressed in black, Qiao Nian slowly walked out of the sanatorium with one hand in her pocket.

Ye Wangchuan was leaning against the car on the side.

He didn't fly his red-flagged car today. He switched to an SUV. The model was big and handsome. The car's wild metal frame glowed silver under the lights.

It was quite eye-catching.

But none of them were as eye-catching as the man leaning against the SUV.

Ye Wangchuan was wearing a black shirt today. The collar of the shirt was open, revealing a beautiful collarbone. It was as white as jade, and there was a seductive aura to it.

Qiao Nian stopped in her tracks and raised an eyebrow when she saw him. Her dark eyes looked in his direction.

However, she only took a deep look and quickly retracted her gaze. As if nothing had happened, she casually continued walking in his direction.

"Gu San didn't come?"

Ye Wangchuan looked up and noticed that Qiao Nian had come out.

The girl was wearing a baseball cap. She was tall and uninhibited and smelled of disinfectant. It was obvious that she had stayed in the sanatorium with Old Master Jiang the entire day.

He opened the door, dropped the electronic cigarette back on the seat, and turned to open the door for the girl, his eyes relaxed. "Well, he's got something to do. Get in first."

"Oh." Qiao Nian didn't think too much about it. She nodded calmly, got into the front passenger seat, and put on her seatbelt.

Of course, Qiao Nian had no objections. She raised the corners of her eyes, looking rather attractive. "You'll cook?"

Ye Wangchuan's gaze fell from her flamboyant eyes to her moist red lips. He paused for a moment before looking away and replying lazily, "Why don't you cook for me personally?"

Qiao Nian was very calm. She glanced at him indifferently, raised her hands, and said frankly, "If you don't mind having tomato scrambled eggs."

Ye Wangchuan smiled and rubbed the top of her head. It was itchy and tingly. He reluctantly withdrew his hand, gripped the steering wheel again, and floored the accelerator. "We don't need you to cook at home."

His voice was lazy but full of affection. "What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."

Qiao Nian pursed her lips and glanced at him through the rearview mirror. After a while, she replied in a clear voice, "I'll eat whatever you make."

Thinking for a moment, she raised her eyebrows and added casually, "I'm not picky."