Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

"What's wrong?" Qiao Nian took off the headset and put it on the table, looking at the person who was looking for her.

Ye Wangchuan walked over, pulled out the chair opposite her and sat down: "Grandpa asked if you would go home for dinner."

grandfather?

Jiang Weishang's face appeared in Qiao Nian's mind. Her dark eyes looked at him with doubt, and she immediately realized: "You mean Mr. Ye?"

Ye Wangchuan grabbed her hand and gently squeezed his fingertips, with the careless laziness of a noble man: "He is also your grandfather. Sooner or later you have to change your name to him."

Qiao Nian glanced at him but did not refute.

"How does Mr. Ye know we are nearby?"

"What do you think?"

"..."

Qiao Nian frowned and quickly figured out the reason. She subconsciously raised her hand to turn off the peaked cap, only to find that her hand was restrained and unable to move.

She simply gave up.

Lean back.

Qiao Nian squinted her eyes, her eyes still full of sleepiness after not sleeping well all night: "Okay, let's go back and eat."

She paused and then said: "But I need to make arrangements first and find a few people to transport the tungsten that Master Cheng wants."

"...Then find someone to send the remaining tungsten back to Independent Continent and hand it over to the vice president."

This person must be very reliable.

Qiao Nian went through the list in his mind and already had a suitable candidate in mind.

"Slim waist control is still teaching Chenchen in Beijing?"

She is busy recently.

I don't have that much time to care about the little guy's learning progress, and I don't know if the guy with the slim waist has taught Chenchen properly.

Ye Wangchuan knew very well who was at home: "He is in the old house and has never left."

"Yeah." Qiao Nian felt relieved.

She had already planned to have the Slim Waist Controller send the remaining tungsten back to the First Research Institute for her and hand it over to Shi Fu and Feng Yu.

She thought about it without being shy and agreed: "Just tell Grandpa Ye that we will go back in half a day."

"good."

Ye Wangchuan raised his thin lips and smiled, his mood clearly visible to the naked eye.

*

Beijing City.

When Ye Maoshan received the call, his surprise was palpable and he said several times in a row: "Okay! Okay! Okay! Ask Nian Nian what she wants to eat, and I will arrange it early."

"She's not picky and eats everything."

On the other end of the phone, Ye Wangchuan said calmly: "Just do whatever you want."

Ye Maoshan immediately raised his eyebrows and scolded him angrily: "What do you mean by not being picky? Ah, people say whatever you want, so do whatever you want. You deserve it for not marrying me home yet! You're such an idiot! I’m just burying my head in the dirt. I don’t know if I’ll have the chance to see you on your wedding day, brat…”

He cursed his grandson angrily.

But my heart was filled with joy.

Still happy that Qiao Nian and Ye Wangchuan are coming back for dinner.

He cursed a few words to get his fill, and then said immediately: "Okay, I will look at the arrangements. Let me know when you arrive."

"Okay." Ye Wangchuan said helplessly: "No need to make it too troublesome, we can just have a simple meal."

"knew."

Ye Maoshan disliked him for talking too much and didn't want to waste time talking to him. He didn't wait for the other person to hang up the phone before he said, "Hang up, hang up."

Said.

Ye Maoshan didn't even want to hang up the phone.

He put down his cell phone and went inside to find someone.

On the way, he met the old housekeeper. He waved to him and immediately stopped him: "Go and make arrangements and book a place in Guanlan."

The old butler, Monk Zhanger, was confused: "Master, do you want to treat us? Or do you want to have a home-cooked meal with the eldest lady and the others?"