The taxi stopped not far from Qiao's house.

The scenery everywhere is still the most common scene in Qiao's house in winter.

Ye Jiaqi stood on the side of the road with his suitcase dragged his suitcase.

She was covered in tears under the scarf, and she kept wiping her face with her little hands.

She seems to never get rid of her crying habit in her life.

She dragged her luggage to the gate of Qiao's house. The whole road was quiet and she could only hear the sound of the suitcase roller rubbing against the ground.

The more you go, the quieter it becomes.

Ye Jiaqi's eyes fell on the gate of Qiao's house in front of him.

Where is the servant of Qiao's house? Where is the bodyguard? Why can't they even see it?

Ye Jiaqi was a little anxious, and she almost fell down while dragging her suitcase!

A few minutes later, she stood at the gate holding the box, allowing the north wind to blow her scarf and sweep her cheeks.

Tears dried in the wind, leaving only light tears.

After a year of arrival, Qiao Zui has changed.

In the past, no matter when, Qiao's house was busy, and the most deficient thing here was people.

But now, it is depressing and no one is seen.

Ye Jiaqi's heart skipped a beat.

Qiao Zhai is one of Qiao Sinian’s most precious things. How could he make his beloved home like this...

In the past, there were a few pots of flowers at the gate, and the bright colors could be seen all year round. However, now, the door is empty, the garden is empty, and the outside of the house is empty.

The door was not locked, but it was tightly closed.

What happened to Qiao's house?

Qiao Sinian...

Ye Jiaqi covered his face, and tears couldn't help but flow down again.

Huo Jingyi didn't lie to her, she didn't lie to her, it turned out to be true...

If something had happened to Qiao Sinian, he wouldn't have let Qiao Zhai become like this.

What a delicate person he is, how could he make his home like this!

how so……

He has always been in good health. A year ago, she said that if you don’t smoke, you will have a short life.

She didn't expect to hit the nail on the head.

This is not what she wants, no.

Even if we forget each other, she still wants him to be safe and live a long life.

"Joinian!" Ye Jiaqi raised his head, looked at his bedroom on the second floor, and shouted.

The door is locked, is he right at home?

"Jo Sinian!" No one responded, she raised her voice again and shouted!

Still, no one responded.

Ye Jiaqi had a anxious look on his face, so anxious that he wanted to cry.

She reached out and was about to push the door!

"Miss Ye?" Butler Sun hurried out and looked at the door in disbelief, "Miss Ye? Is it really you?"

"Butler Sun..." She raised her eyes like water, suppressed her desire to cry, and her fingers fell on the door.

Butler Sun was both surprised and happy, and always felt that it was an illusion, incredible!

"Miss Ye, it's really you!" She ran over and opened the door.

"It's me."

"Miss Ye, you are finally back, you really have to come back!" Butler Sun cried with joy, and tears almost fell.

She has been talking about the past two days, and it would be great if Ye Jiaqi was there.

As she recited, she never dared to interfere in Master Qiao's affairs and did not dare to ask anyone for phone numbers.

Mr. Qiao and Mr. Meng did not intend to call Miss Ye, so she naturally didn't dare to care.

"I'm back." Her voice was very light.

Butler Sun took the luggage from her hand: "It's very cold outside when you enter the house."

Butler Sun walked in front, and Ye Jiaqi followed slowly behind.

Once the door of the living room opens, it still has a familiar breath and a look that will never be forgotten in eternal life.

"Butler Sun, what happened? Where is Mr. Qiao?"
Chapter completed!