She shouted "Thank you".

But she knew that he wouldn't hear it.

After a while, Ye Jiaqi's cell phone rang and she quickly turned it on.

He sent her a text message: "Go back, take a hot shower and go to bed early."

Ye Jiaqi looked up again and looked downstairs, then closed the window and went back with her chocolate.

When she pulled up the curtains, there was a sparkling light of water in her eyes, and an indescribable feeling was brewing quietly in her body.

It's like a jar of wine, slowly starting to ferment.

There are subtle emotions in my heart, like an elf, jumping non-stop.

Ye Jiaqi took apart the chocolate, picked one and tasted it.

The taste is very good, bitter and sweet, mellow but not greasy, and the aftertaste is very strong.

Ye Jiaqi was eating chocolate and his thoughts were a little drifting.

When she was very young, her mother also bought her chocolate, and she loved to eat chocolate at that time.

My mother spoiled her very much. Although she often said that she should not eat too much chocolate, she would still buy it as long as she wanted to eat it.

The days after her mother passed away were indeed the first and most dimest time in her life.

For the first time I realized what it means to be helpless.

The chocolate melted in his mouth, Ye Jiaqi's nose felt sore, and his throat choked.

So many years have passed, but I still can't forget it.

Later, when he arrived at Qiao's house, Qiao Sinian bought her chocolates several times, and several times he came back from a business trip to bring her.

She had eaten imported chocolates anywhere, and she ate every box carefully, for fear that it would be gone after it was finished.

Now, when I ate the chocolate he gave me again, I suddenly felt mixed emotions.

As the emotions surged, crystal water appeared in her eyes, blurring her vision bit by bit.

It was raining outside the window, and the drizzle was wet and flowing.

...

Early the next morning, when she appeared downstairs with an umbrella and a bag on her back, she accidentally discovered that his Mercedes-Benz had already stopped outside.

When Qiao Sinian saw her coming, she lowered the car window: "Come up."

Ye Jiaqi trotted over and bent down at the window: "Why are you here? So early, haven't you slept for a while?"

"You know, I don't have the habit of sleeping in."

Uh...yes, Ye Jiaqi knows it.

"Get into the car and take you to school."

"Aren't you busy? I can walk over, I live not far from the school."

"It's rainy, it's inconvenient, come up."

Ye Jiaqi put away his umbrella and sat in the passenger seat.

In the past, if she had been so persuasive, he would have lost his temper.

But since he came to Chicago, he has never lost his temper and has become much better.

He was still dressed casually, a dark gray sweater that outlined his figure, straightness, and a bit more young and elegant.

Ye Jiaqi also wore a sweater today, with a small burgundy turtleneck.

Qiao Sinian couldn't help but look at her for a few more times, curled her lips and said, "It's very compatible."

"Hmm?" Ye Jiaqi was still busy putting down his backpack.

"Did you have breakfast? If you don't have one, there is one in the car."

"I've eaten it, I cooked some white porridge this morning."

“What class will be this morning?”

"The two international relations and two literature classes are quite full. But the afternoon is relatively relaxing. It's a lecture. Do you want to listen?" Ye Jiaqi said casually.

"Then you have to leave a place for me."

"I just talk casually." Ye Jiaqi was just polite, but he didn't know he took it seriously.

The school lectures are open to the public, and he can indeed come here, but she is just to be polite.
Chapter completed!