President Satan, don't love me

Chapter 24 Where did the money go
Qiao Yuchen raised his charming eyes slightly: "Say."

"Miss An entrusted Ye Zhiqiu, the young master of the Ye Group, to find a remote location and fund the construction of an orphanage. Now, the real estate has started construction, and Ye Zhiqiu's most trusted person is supervising the construction. Yesterday and today, Miss An extracted The cash was all handed directly to Ye Zhiqiu."

"Orphanage?" Qiao Yuchen frowned, with a hint of doubt in his tone.

"Yes."

"Send someone to monitor, and report to me if there is any movement."

"Yes."

"Also, go to limit the limit on that bank card tomorrow. Without my ID card, I can only withdraw [-] cash per day."

"Yes."

After hanging up the phone, Qiao Yuchen fidgetily took out a cigarette and lit it.

He dropped the window and flicked the ashes off with his fingers.

What kind of woman is this An Ran?

Obviously her own situation is not good, but she still wants to build an orphanage.

What is her purpose?
Thinking of the morning, he said she had no conscience...

He frowned, his irritability was written all over his face.

For half a month, Qiao Yuchen did not appear in An Ran's sight again.

An Ran didn't look for him either.

She stays at home and reads books every day to enrich herself.

After dinner in the evening, Aunt Cao had something to do and left.

Seeing that it was raining outside, An Ran read a book in the living room for a while, then locked the doors and windows, and went upstairs to rest.

In the middle of the night, the doorbell suddenly rang downstairs.

She was awakened, went downstairs to the door and turned on the monitor to take a look. It was Tan Zhengnan standing at the door supporting Qiao Yuchen.

She opened the door, and a smell of alcohol rushed towards her face.

Tan Zhengnan said with difficulty: "Miss An, please help clean up a room, Mr. Qiao drank too much."

An Ran frowned, glanced at Qiao Yuchen who was leaning on Tan Zhengnan, turned around and entered the guest room on the first floor, and tidied up briefly.

Tan Zhengnan put Qiao Yuchen on the bed, helped him take off his shoes, and said tiredly and out of breath: "I'm sorry Miss An, please take care of Mr. Qiao tonight."

"Why should I?"

"Aren't you his wife?"

An Ran was speechless for a moment, that's right, she really is.

Seeing that An Ran didn't object, Tan Zhengnan ran away immediately.

An Ran stood by the bed and looked at Qiao Yuchen, who was lying on the bed and had already fallen asleep.

I was tangled in my heart, who cares?ignore him?
"Forget it, I don't have the same knowledge as a drunk person like you. Anyway, if I ignore you tonight, you will still find fault tomorrow morning."

She stepped forward and helped him untie his clothes.

Looking down at the strong muscles on his body...

Realizing that she was thinking wildly, she frowned, and immediately backed away.

She turned around and went into the bathroom, took a basin of warm water, and came out to help him scrub.

When it touched his neck, he suddenly pressed her hand and opened his eyes to look at her.

An Ran was taken aback by the way he suddenly opened his eyes.

When he was about to pull his hand away from him, he had already pulled her hard, rolled over and pinned her under him, taking control of the initiative.

"How will you be here."

An Ran was in a daze for a moment, and then realized: "This is Yuxiang Haiyuan."

Qiao Yuchen frowned.

An Ran added calmly: "Secretary Tan sent you here."

Seeing that he was looking at herself all the time, she sighed: "If you don't want to stay here, I can send you back right now. I haven't drunk and can drive."

Only then did his eyes relax a little, he sat up with his body propped up, and rubbed the space between his brows.

She quickly turned over, got out of bed, and kept a certain distance from him.

He squinted at her and frowned. Does this woman hate him so much?

"Let me cook you a bowl of hangover soup first," she said and went out immediately.

He sat for a few minutes, stood up, and staggered out of the room.

The door of the kitchen was not closed. He stood at the door of the guest room, and across the stairs, he could see everything in the kitchen diagonally opposite.

At this moment, she was leaning against the wall in a daze, her face full of anxiety.

This is different from the domineering, tricky and eloquent appearance he usually sees of her.

(End of this chapter)