Qiao House.

It was almost nine o'clock when Ye Jiaqi woke up, lazy and unable to lift himself up.

After washing up, she stepped downstairs on her slippers.

Butler Sun was putting fresh flowers in the vase. When he saw Ye Jiaqi coming down, he smiled and said, "Miss Ye, are you hungry? I'll get you breakfast."

"It seems like it rained all night." Ye Jiaqi looked out the window.

A light layer of water mist condensed on the glass window. Through the mist, there was a heavy rain outside.

"Yes, it's all night, it's like this every year around Qingming Festival. It's a rainy season." Butler Sun brought a warm breakfast for Ye Jiaqi, "Miss Ye, are you going out today?"

"Don't go out." Ye Jiaqi shook his head, "It's rainy, I like to stay at home."

I miss my mother a little, and I miss my little beloved a little.

While having breakfast, Ye Jiaqi was obviously absent-minded and kept looking at the beautiful little daisies in the vase.

She remembers that her mother loves painting very much, and her best is painting still life, especially flowers.

Zuo Pingkun was reluctant to buy flowers for his mother, so his mother painted various flowers on the drawing board alone.

She also met the Blue Evil, Daisy, and Lavender in those drawing papers...

My mother's paintings are very beautiful, and they are so beautiful that they are breathtakingly beautiful. She doesn't think they are worse than those in the painting exhibition.

In her heart, her mother is the gentlest, most beautiful and most elegant existence. Even in Rongcheng, where food and clothing are problems, her mother Ye Yunxiao still cleans herself up beautifully every day.

A long skirt is spotless.

Thinking of the beauty of childhood, Ye Jiaqi's eyes became wet, and a layer of white mist was covered with white mist in front of him.

In fact, she really wants to tell her mother that she is doing well now and has a loved one who loves her very much.

She also wanted to bring Qiao Sinian to Rongcheng and tell her mother that he was the person she loved.

It’s a pity... Qiao Sinian will never pass.

Ye Jiaqi carefully hid her longing in her heart, and she didn't dare to go to Rongcheng with Qiao Sinian on her back.

During the Qingming Festival, she can only miss it in her heart.

"Miss Ye, are you worried? I think you are in a bad mood." Butler Sun came over.

"Ah, no." Ye Jiaqi shook his head, "It's just a rainy day, it's a little depressed."

"If you are bored, you can call Mr. Qiao. He said that you can call him at any time."

"No, he is working, I don't want to disturb him." Ye Jiaqi was having breakfast.

The rice ball ran over from outside, squatting at Ye Jiaqi's feet, turning his curious little head, and it also rubbed Ye Jiaqi's calves from time to time.

"Ranban, why don't you go and play with Ali? Qiqi is leaving in a few days and will come back to see you." Ye Jiaqi whispered to it.

"Um." The rice ball obediently rubbed Ye Jiaqi, as if he understood her words.

"Xiao Fanfan misses you very much, and I miss him too." Ye Jiaqi ate the porridge in the bowl, and his thoughts were full of thoughts.

Can't carry it, there are many sorrows.

The sky is dark.

She didn't call Qiao Sinian, and she didn't send him a text message until noon: Are you back for dinner?

In the conference room, Qiao Sinian took his cell phone and replied two words: Don’t reply.

It was almost twelve o'clock noon, and the lengthy internal meeting had not yet been completed.

Rong Jincheng obviously didn't have much patience. His waist was almost broken for the whole morning.

Qiao Sinian didn't have too many expressions, just glanced at the watch and said lightly: "Sir Rong, continue in the afternoon?"
Chapter completed!