As soon as the meeting ended, Ye Jiaqi called first.

"Will you go home for dinner tonight?" she asked expectantly.

Qiao Sinian glanced out of the dark window, the night was drooping, and the street lights were already on: "If you don't go back, don't wait for me."

"I understand." Ye Jiaqi knew that he was busy these days, so he didn't ask much.

Qiao Sinian and Meng Chen had a meal in the restaurant, and Qiao Sinian drank some wine.

"I'll go to the cemetery later. Qingming Festival is coming soon. I'll see if there is anything I need to buy." Qiao Sinian said lightly, but there was a little more uneasy in his voice.

Meng Chen's heart beat for a moment and nodded: "Yes."

There is not only the tomb of Qiao Sinian's mother Qin Qing, but also the tomb of his father.

Of course, more than 20 years ago, dozens of lives were killed in the Qiao family.

They are all living people, but they died overnight.

"Mr. Qiao, I won't go tonight. I will definitely go to the grave during the Qingming Festival some days."

"Can."

"Mr. Qiao, what has passed has been gone, more than twenty years." Meng Chen's throat moved and his tone was light.

It is fake to say that he doesn't mind, but he has not been too upset over the years. After all, Xiang Shaoguang and the murderer he hired have long died.

If you really want to say that revenge is revenge, there is no end.

However, Josnian carries more things than he does.

Qiao Sinian picked up the wine glass and drank the red wine in the glass in one go. Her eyebrows were tightly twisted, and her chin lines were also tense.

He didn't speak, but just drank wine silently, and a layer of cold like frost was condensed in his eyes, like snow in winter.

In an instant, the restaurant seemed particularly quiet and there was no sound.

Meng Chen also picked up the wine glass and drank a few sips of wine.

Relatively silent, the two of them just drank the wine in the glass.

Every year at this time, even the air is filled with ice, which can freeze your heart at any time.

But this year's spring is not very warm, and the spring is chilly, which adds a little coolness.

No one spoke again, just drank their own wine.

After not eating for a long time, Meng Chen sent Qiao Sinian downstairs.

"I'll call the driver," Meng Chen said.

Qiao Sinian nodded and sat in the passenger seat, his head ached slightly.

It’s hard to tell whether it’s a headache or a heart pain, but in short, the pain is like a shadow that can’t be removed.

Qiao Family Cemetery.

Willows, pine, and poplar trees are planted around, and the green is everywhere.

It is the season when trees sprout in early spring, and the trees and grass in the cemetery also sprout tender green buds, but the grass looks close but nothing.

The cemetery is in a very remote place, and the driver drove for more than an hour to arrive.

The suburbs were pitch black and I couldn't see my five fingers.

The driver sent Qiao Sinian over, but the headlights did not turn off.

Butler Tang walked out of the room in surprise: "Master Qiao, why are you here? Why didn't you call me? I'm ready to prepare."

"I happened to have time, come here."

The evening breeze blows on the body, which is filled with coldness.

Qiao Sinian only wore a suit jacket with a white shirt inside.

His black leather shoes were stepping on the cement road, with heavy steps and a deep face.

"Mr. Qiao, you can come during the day, it's too cold at night." Butler Tang followed Qiao Sinian, and she smelled the wine on Qiao Sinian.

"It's okay, I just come and have a look first. I'll come in Qingming Festival in a few days."
Chapter completed!