Qiao Nian pushed his hand away, her dark eyelashes gleaming with brightness: "Isn't it right for me to be worried about you?"
"Where's Ji Lin?" She said and walked inside, not intending to answer him.
Ye Wangchuan, who was rarely disappointed, followed her: "Make coffee in there."
Qiao Nian raised her feet and turned in another direction, walked to the island, looked at the people busy making coffee beans, crossed her arms and didn't know what she was thinking.
Ji Lin's hand shaking when pouring coffee beans shook, and he finally couldn't help but stop under her oppressive gaze. He first looked at his father-in-law for help, and received a helpless look. He bravely called out again: "Qiao, Miss Qiao."
Ji Lin swallowed: "...What do you want from me?"
Qiao Nian didn't say a word to him on the way here just now, and her expression was cold. He was too embarrassed to talk to her, so he came in in silence.
He thought Qiao Nian didn't want to talk to him, but when Miss Qiao came in, she looked for him again...
Ji Lin couldn't tell how nervous he was. He took a deep breath, pointed to the coffee machine he was working on, and said flatteringly: "Do you drink coffee? I'm making you a latte."
"No need." Qiao Nian said lightly, "I don't want to drink."
"Oh." Ji Lin groaned, completely giving up on what he was busy with, placing his hands tightly on both sides of his trouser legs, and standing up straight.
"Then Miss Qiao wants to ask me something?" She wouldn't ask him if she didn't want to.
Qiao Nian lowered his eyebrows and suddenly said, "Have you encountered a lot of trouble recently?" "Ah?" Ji Lin quickly glanced at his Mr. Wan again, and saw that Mr. Wan didn't pay attention to him at all, and was concentrating on Miss Qiao. Eyes, my heart is filled with pain.
He was under tremendous pressure, and he didn't dare not to answer, but he didn't dare to answer either. He glanced around and said vaguely: "It's okay."
"Why are you having such a bad time with Sai Lan just because of Port-au-Prince?" Sharp, sharp, to the point.
"No, I don't know." Ji Lin stammered.
Instead, the girl changed her position and leaned next to the island, and continued to ask sharply: "Okay, let me put it another way. You and Eleanor have reached a cooperation. She promised to help find the Irene family's treasure house, and you agreed to help her get it. I have obtained the management rights of Port-au-Prince. But I have obtained the Jialan Grass by chance and solved the poisoning problem. Why do you still want to risk provoking Sailan and deliberately provoke her to target you?"
Ji Lin: "..." Miss Qiao, are you sure these questions are directed at me? Why do I feel like you are asking Mr. Wang?
Ye Wangchuan pursed his lips and took off the mask that he had not had time to replace, revealing his handsome oriental face.
"Before that, I didn't know that bluegrass was the antidote."
"." Qiao Nian didn't respond immediately. Instead, she narrowed her eyes to see if he was telling the truth. Finally, she gave up on guessing riddles through her belly, turned around, faced the man directly, raised her head, and raised her eyes. Sharp: "I think you are hiding something from me."
Before he could refute, Qiao Nian answered bluntly: "No reason, no handle, pure speculation, my sixth sense tells me that you hid something from me, I believe in my sixth sense!"
Her sixth sense rarely fails and often helps her avoid danger. Qiao Nian's left eyelid has been twitching in the past few days, and she has an indescribable sense of urgency. This sixth sense came about when she received a call from Eleanor in the afternoon and heard her inadvertently mention that the Theron family was becoming increasingly fierce. The struggle reaches its climax... (End of chapter)