Smoke lingered on his face, and his clearly contoured face was hidden in the smoke, making his expression difficult to tell.

Meng Chen knew that some things could not be saved, just like some people, it was impossible to turn back if they let go.

He finally let Xiao Zi down.

Close his eyes and he took a breath of cigarette.

Suddenly, the London training ground jumped out of his mind, and a thin girl stood beside him.

The girl's eyes are bright and energetic, and her pure face is simple and pure.

That was Xiao Zi, a teenager.

It is as beautiful as a mirror, spotless as dust, and like a lotus flower, graceful and graceful.

Meng Chen rubbed his eyebrows and took another breath of cigarette.

The smoke enveloped his painful expression, haggard.

...

Qiao House, noon.

After lunch, Ye Jiaqi and Qiao Sinian sat side by side on the sofa.

There was a tablet in his hand, his sharp eyes fell on the screen, and his face was deep.

Ye Jiaqi held a cup of hot tea and leaned against him.

"Sit down." Qiao Sinian said in a deep voice without looking up.

"Oh." Ye Jiaqi sat down, "Don't you go to the group in the afternoon?"

"Um."

Ye Jiaqi snuggled beside him and glanced at the tablet, which was all in English.

Although her English is pretty good, the page is full of professional economic terms, and she doesn't understand it very well.

"Does Qiao work in English now? Or do they have more foreign trade business?" Ye Jiaqi couldn't help asking. The court's affairs had not been resolved yet, and she did not forget.

But Qiao Sinian didn't allow her to ask, nor did she allow her to interfere in anything about the group, so she wouldn't ask.

"You don't have to worry."

"Oh." Ye Jiaqi was a little disappointed in his eyes. "Actually, you can tell me what you can tell me, but I don't understand. When I get my degree and graduate, I might help you. Does your company lack translation? I can do what I can do, and I can do foreign trade."

"Although I am a journalist, I don't have to do news-related things, right?" Ye Jiaqi tried his best to promote himself, put down his cup and put his arm on.

"Oh?" He raised his eyebrows slightly, turned his head to look at her, and pointed to a sentence casually, "Let's see this sentence, translate it."

Qiao Sinian's slender fingers fell on the tablet.

Ye Jiaqi focused on his head, looked carefully, and said word by word: "This is... listed on the New York Stock Exchange in January, with a market value of over 13 billion US dollars."

After the translation, she raised her bright eyes and looked at him with a smile: "Right?"

"Um."

After getting his affirmation, she couldn't help but hold his arm and lean on his shoulder: "Then do you want to think about it? Recruit me into the company. You don't have to pay too high a salary, I think it's quite cost-effective."

"Joe won't go through the back door."

"..." Ye Jiaqi snorted coldly, "Then I can submit my resume, Qiao's threshold...is it okay?"

She was a little unconfident.

Qiao Sinian glanced at her: "I can do it if I say yes, but I can't do it if I say no."

"I'm so embarrassed." Ye Jiaqi wrapped his arm coquettishly, raised his head and kissed him on the side face, and breathed in his ear, "If you don't let me enter the company, I won't let you enter the house."

"It's a promising future, huh?" Qiao Sinian put down the tablet, reached out and raised her chin, and stared at her eyes with a burning gaze.

Ye Jiaqi rubbed him: "Everything is fair."

"I'm talking about fairness to me, who said I'm going to open a store?"
Chapter completed!