"I'm about the same, let him come to my office." Qiao Sinian looked at his watch.

"Okay, Feng Li has come."

Meng Chen reported to Qiao Sinian again.

He worked overtime for a long time last night. He originally wanted to drink some alcohol, but he was afraid of having a headache when he woke up in the morning and did not dare to drink it. He forced himself to suppress his emotions and could only rely on smoking to solve some problems.

The road was a bit congested in the morning, so Qiao Sinian listened to Meng Chen's report all the way.

Midway through, he received another call from Butler Tang.

In the drizzle of rain, Butler Tang's voice seemed very old and tired.

"Mr. Qiao... Qingming Festival is coming soon. These days, I am already preparing for sacrifices. At this time of year, I miss the lady very much." Butler Tang said, and his voice became hoarse.

"Tell me what I lack." Qiao Sinian's voice was low, just like the rain outside, with heavy weight.

The heart and mouth are also heavy.

"Master Qiao, when will you come here? Or will Qingming Festival come?"

“I will go one day in advance.”

"Okay, okay, the person you miss the most is Mr. Qiao. It's raining heavily this year, Mr. Qiao takes care of her health."

"Um."

Qiao Sinian looked at the rain outside like a curtain, his thoughts fluttered a little.

I miss my family more every Qingming Festival.

He missed Qin Qing.

Although my mother was very busy with work and didn't have much time to accompany him when he was very young, she was always the best one for him.

After the massacre of the family, my mother became a different person, her mood was very unstable, her depression became increasingly serious, and she often had a tendency to commit suicide.

At that time, he was not old and tried his best to make his mother happy, but it was useless.

Qin Qing still had ferocious knife marks on his wrist, and he was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment again and again.

In those years, he matured suddenly.

However, in a very cold weather, Qin Qing still chose to jump into the river and commit suicide.

He remembered that he knelt in front of his mother's coffin for three days and three nights. Since then, the sky suddenly became dark and gloomy.

On rainy days, these painful memories can always float into your mind.

Qiao Sinian slowed down his car and his eyes were dull and deep.

The streets in sight became a little blurred, and the rain continued to flow.

After a long time.

The car turned a corner and drove towards the Qiao Group Building.

All the handover of the group was secretly carried out in a low-key manner. Everything about Qiao was still following the steps, and it seemed to be unrest.

When the car drove to the garage, Qiao Sinian did not get out of the car immediately, but sat in the driver's seat for a long time.

Under the dark light, he was slender and his outline was dim. A layer of non-heavy shadow fell on his face, adding a bit of coldness to his cold face.

The head hurts faintly.

A few minutes later, a red Ferrari was parked next to Josnian's car.

The Ferrari window lowered, and Rong Jincheng supported it by the window with one hand: "Mr. Qiao, what a coincidence."

"It's a coincidence." Qiao Sinian put away all his emotions, his face returned to normal, "It just happened to go up together."

"I got up too early today. I was really sleepy, but when I thought that Qiao would be mine in the future, I was gone." Rong Jincheng smiled brightly, and his mood was not affected by the weather and early rise.

Today, Rong Jincheng was dressed in a more formal manner, wearing a straight dark blue suit, which looked more stable than usual.

"Since you're here, go up and say." Qiao Sinian unbuttoned her seat belt.

Rong Jincheng curled the corners of his lips and got off the driver's seat.
Chapter completed!