"Chen Chen!"
Fu Ge and Shen Qiongzhi's expressions changed and they ran over.
This Qiao Chen!
Madam Fu was so angry that the tips of her fingers trembled. Her birthday party was ruined.
The elevator reached the 16th floor and stopped automatically to open the doors.
Qiao Nian walked out of the elevator leisurely, still carrying the thermos she had brought back from Aunt Chen's place.
The light in the hallway was slightly warm, casting a faint orange glow.
Qiao Nian walked along the carpeted corridor. Before she reached Room 1606, she saw the man leaning against her door.
She stopped in her tracks.
Ye Wangchuan heard footsteps and looked up. Seeing Qiao Nian, his eyes seemed to be filled with thousands of stars. He said in a gentle voice, "Nian Nian."
This time, Qiao Nian not only stopped in her tracks but also felt as if her heart had been stabbed. An inexplicable emotion rose in her heart.
Ye Wangchuan walked over and took the thermos from her as if it was natural. He smiled and asked in a low
voice when he saw the silver thermos, "Aunt Chen made you soup?"
Qiao Nian had already regained her senses. Seeing that he was sizing up the thermos, she replied as she walked forward, "She was worried that I wouldn't be able to eat well in the hotel. Before I left, she insisted on filling a portion of pork ribs soup for me to drink before I went to bed tonight."
Initially, she did not want to go through so much trouble, but Aunt Chen insisted that she take it. She said that if she drank more bone soup, her injured hand would recover faster.
Ye Wangchuan followed behind her casually. Seeing that the girl had found the room card and opened the door, he followed her in and smiled softly. "Aunt Chen is also concerned about you."
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