Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again - Chapter 3348

The other side.

Qiao Nian opened the passenger door, got into the car calmly, fastened his seat belt, and returned his coat by the way: "There is heating in the car, so you don't need this."

"Put it there." Ye Fanchuan also got into the car from the other side and pointed to a location.

Qiao Nian put the jacket on the place he said without any hesitation, and leaned back a little lazily on the position with her eyes closed to rest her mind. There was a light blue-purple mass under the eyelids.

Her eyelashes are very long, and it is difficult for others to notice the fatigue under her eyelids when she lowers her eyelashes. Only when she relaxes and is as defenseless as she is now can she see the clear and shallow marks.

Ye Wangchuan subconsciously adjusted the warm air to a comfortable temperature, then closed the car window to isolate the noise outside, and asked her in a low voice: "Did you have a good rest these days?"

"En." Qiao Nian's eyes were still closed, her red lips were pursed, and she said hoarsely, "Zhou Zheng's matter hasn't come to a conclusion yet, so I can't sleep well."

Ye Wangchuan's eyes were tinged with distress, and he was not in the mood to mention the boy he hit on just now, his jaw tightened, he put his coat back on her, and softly comforted her: "What are you worried about. With the old man here, there will be no accidents this time."

Master Ye's status is closely related to Zhou Zheng's case, even if the Zhou family spends money to move around, no one will dare to make trouble.

What's more, this case also involves Master Cheng and the Nine Institutes, but anyone who knows a little bit understands how deep the water is.

Only people with watts of brains would take this muddy water.

So Zhou Zheng's case basically upholds the judgment of the first instance, and it is unlikely to reverse the case.

Joe said 'en', but he didn't know if he heard it.

Ye Wangchuan saw her tired and sleepy face, didn't want her to be too tired, so he didn't continue this topic, but started the car, and asked her: "Where are you waiting? Go back?"

Qiao Nian opened his eyes: "Rhein."

She pressed her forehead, remembered what she had promised, turned her head and said to someone: "I have to go back and write a song."

She hasn't touched music for a long time.

Although I promised Nie Mi to help write a new song, to be honest, if I really want to do it, I'm afraid I have to find inspiration first, otherwise I really can't write it.

"Yeah." Ye Wangchuan turned the steering wheel and drove towards home, Cen Bo's lips curled up slightly, and said with a pretty arc: "I'll make you a hot pot tonight."

Qiao Nian raised the corners of her eyes, finally feeling a little interested, raised her hand and pushed down her peaked cap, and slumped on the co-pilot more relaxedly.

**

After Zhou Zheng’s verdict came out in the first instance, the Zhou family not only approached Ye Wangchuan to discuss the terms of private reconciliation, but also inquired about an important news from other people.

They rushed from Beijing to Ring City overnight.

Then early in the morning of the next day, I took my big bag and small bag and knocked on the door of an ordinary resettlement community unit building around the city.

"Who!"

The people inside responded.

Father Zhou tried his best to look amiable, hypocritically raised the corners of his mouth, and forced a smile.

The rusty iron door opened, and the face of a middle-aged woman poked out from inside.

The middle-aged woman looked very plain, wearing a knitted sweater. Seeing so many people standing in front of her house, she frowned, a little surprised and vigilant: "Who are you looking for?"

"Excuse me, is this Aunt Chen?" Father Zhou's expression became more and more warm, and he didn't dislike the poor appearance of the middle-aged woman, and he reached out to shake hands.

But when Aunt Chen heard him asking herself, she immediately shook her head and wanted to close the door: "Sorry, you have found the wrong person."