Young Master's NO.1 Warm Wife

How can Zhao Ziqian, who has never tasted human suffering since childhood, know that his so-called friends are only based on his identity as "master of the Zhao family".

Without this identity, he is nothing.

Zhao Ziqian found two houses in a row. They were stopped as soon as they arrived at the door. One said that the person he was looking for was not at home for the time being, and the other said that it was inconvenient to see people when he was ill.

Rao was so dull that he should have noticed something at this time.

Looking at his face getting worse and worse, Zhao Ziqian hardened his head and explained: "shallow, don't worry, the house we're going to now is a cadre at the provincial and departmental level. I've known his son since childhood, and he will help us."

Wen Qian nodded somewhat farfetched, "well, I believe brother Ziqian."

But she didn't know that this was the last person Zhao Ziqian could ask for help.

In fact, after two failures just now, Zhao Ziqian began to have no confidence in his heart, but Wen Qian was still around, and he could only harden his head to find someone to help.

Fortunately, this time, they were not rejected again.

The servant respectfully invited them into the house and respectfully brought tea. "Please take your time, guys. Our young master will come down soon."

Wen Qian's expression relaxed a little, and his heart finally rekindled hope.

They waited until the tea was cool. The young master of the Ye family finally walked down from the upstairs and looked at Zhao Ziqian with a smile. "I'm really sorry, Ziqian. I went out too late last night and overslept."

In the past, Zhao Ziqian couldn't decide how to throw his face.

However, today is different from the past. Now he has a demand for others, and his attitude is inevitably inferior.

Even if he was unhappy, Zhao Ziqian had to agree and smile, "it's all right. In fact, he didn't wait long."

Young master Ye was still wearing a bathrobe. He was lying on his back on the sofa with a frivolous attitude. "That's good, but what's the matter with you coming to me? You didn't come to me often before."

Zhao Ziqian is aloof and arrogant. When he looks at people, he is always superior. In the past, he naturally didn't look up to their ignorant CHILDES.

Without hearing the sarcasm in his tone, Zhao Ziqian was vaguely relieved and truthfully said, "in fact, it's just a little busy. I just want Uncle Ye to help find someone in the detention center."

"Fishing for people is not a small favor." young master ye said slowly with a narrow face.

Before Zhao Ziqian could speak, he sat up straight and looked wantonly at Wen Qian, "if you were young master Zhao before, I might be able to say a good word or two for you. But... Now the Zhao family is hard to protect. I'm going to help you. What can you give me back?"

Young master Ye stood up and walked in front of them. Suddenly, he bent over and hooked his warm chin, revealing a very obscene smile, "why don't you... Lend me your people to play?"

As soon as he said this, Zhao Ziqian was like a lit bomb.

He was so angry that his face turned red. Before, he remembered to ask for someone to lower his attitude. He was thrown behind his head, clenched his fist and waved it out, "asshole! Get your dirty hands off!"

Before meeting anyone, master ye, who had practiced Sanda for several years, easily intercepted the punch.

With a little effort, he directly put Zhao Ziqian down on the ground. He scoffed from a commanding position, "forget it. Beating you is like I'm bullying you."

With that, young master Ye smiled at Wen Qian, who was already frozen in place, "Hey, what do you like about him? Why don't you follow me?"

Zhao Ziqian was so angry that he wanted to burst up again, but he was pressed on the ground. The bodyguards of the Ye family rushed over at this time, and several people politely invited them out.

Zhao Ziqian, who was driven out for the first time in his life, was very angry, but he looked more flustered and disappointed.

Regardless of his embarrassed appearance, he anxiously comforted: "this Ye is not a good thing. I can find someone else and find a way to save people."

Wen Qian smiled reluctantly. "It's hard for you, brother Ziqian. Why don't you do it today? I'm tired, too."

Hearing this, Zhao Ziqian seemed to be granted an amnesty and hurriedly said, "why don't you go back and rest first, and I'll find someone to think of a way."

In fact, there was nothing he could do, but he didn't want to be seen by Wen shallow.

They only drove one car to come over. Wen Qianzhuang seemed to inadvertently propose: "brother Ziqian, it's getting late, or I'll call a car. After all, if this matter is solved earlier, my mother can suffer less."

Zhao Ziqian didn't doubt it. She thought she was eager to save Tang Jing and called her a car in person, but she left first.

What he didn't know was that after he left, Wen Qian turned back to Ye's villa again.

Wen Qian is a person who knows how to judge the situation. Originally, he thought that the skinny camel was bigger than the horse. As a result, it was only after so much time today that he learned that the Zhao family was obviously unreliable.

In that case, she had to find another backer.

Young master Ye was not surprised at Wen Qian's coming again. Instead, he first opened his mouth and said sarcastically, "you don't take what I just said seriously? I'm not interested in you."

He is romantic by nature, but he also has a clear goal.

I've always loved all kinds of amorous feelings and hot figures. I'm really not interested in this pretending white lotus.

Standing in the same place, Wen Qian is like being slapped in the face directly, and her cheeks are as red as fire. After thinking about it, she can only pretend to be poor with what she was best at in the past.

"Master ye, I really need your help. As long as you are willing to help me, I can do anything..."

This move didn't work very well for ye. He remained unmoved for a moment, suddenly raised the corners of his mouth and showed a bad smile, "in fact, it's not impossible to help you. I can't even ask you to repay me."

Wen Qian was puzzled for a moment and said in a timid voice, "I don't quite understand..."

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The music is melodious. The waiter in shirt vest and bow tie gracefully carries the tray through the wine party.

In the center of the hall stood a champagne tower, shining in the light of a huge crystal chandelier. Master Ye wore a high-grade silk suit with three buttons on his shirt.

He took a glass of wine from the waiter's tray and nuzui at the woman in front of him. "I kept my promise and brought you in. It's up to you whether you can catch it or not."

Wen Qian pinched his handbag tightly, and his palm was wet with sweat.

Ye Shaozao doesn't like Zhao Ziqian, so there's nothing worse than pimping Zhao Ziqian's women.