The next morning, there was no wind, no fog, no rain.

The sun shines through the clouds and spreads on all things in the capital, and vibrant green trees can be seen everywhere.

Ye Jiaqi wore a long ginger skirt, a beige knitted shawl, and a pair of black leather shoes on his feet.

She never thought that she would leave in this way, almost escaping, and did not dare to look at Qiao Zhai for a longer time.

Meng Chen personally came to pick her up and Butler Sun, and drove them to the airport in person.

Aunt Mei couldn't come because she had a caesarean section and only sent a message to her be careful on the way.

The journey to Chicago is long, and Aunt Mei urged Butler Sun to take care of Ye Jiaqi more.

Ye Jiaqi knew that Aunt Mei felt sorry for her, and she also thanked Aunt Mei for her meticulous care for her during this period.

She is very lucky to know Aunt Mei.

Qiao Sinian bought her a lot of things, especially some time ago, she would bring her gifts every day.

Now, she has left all those gifts in Qiao's house.

When Qiao Sinian is gone, the gift loses its full meaning.

Meng Chen is not a person who talks a lot, and he didn't say much along the way. He knew that Aunt Mei had said everything he should say.

During this period, Ye Jiaqi never asked Qin Shien what happened.

Meng Chen knew that Ye Jiaqi was disdainful to some people.

In the past month, Qin Shien has not been doing very well. She sat in a wheelchair all day long, looking dazed. She loved holding Qin Qing's photos and did nothing else.

His subordinates were detained by the police, and he became an old man who was completely ignored.

He may not have thought that when he was almost eighty, he would be abandoned by everyone and could no longer call the wind and rain, and no one would come to curry favor with him.

Originally, there were grandchildren and great-grandsons who could spend their old age happily, but they could not forget some gloomy past events.

If you bear too much, you will eventually crush yourself.

Airport.

Meng Chen took all the suitcases for Ye Jiaqi, but didn't say much, but there was endless silence in his deep eyes.

"Mr. Meng, Butler Sun and I are going to go into the security check. Thank you for sending us over and taking care of you." Ye Jiaqi said goodbye to Meng Chen.

Meng Chen's chin line collapsed tightly, and he nodded: "Take care too."

"Then we'll go in first."

"Um."

Meng Chen did not try to keep him anymore, and Ye Jiaqi and Butler Sun walked side by side to the security checkpoint.

Ye Jiaqi carried a small bag, and Butler Sun pushed the suitcase.

Gradually, their figures were buried in the crowd and could not be found.

Meng Chen stood there for a long time, his heart filled with a heaviness that could not be dissipated.

He turned around and went out, found his car, and sat in the car and lit a cigarette.

The smell of smoke slowly dissipated, and he rubbed his temples hard and took another breath of cigarette.

Qiao Sinian left, Xiao Zi left, and Ye Jiaqi left.

In the capital, he was alone.

What he missed the most was his early twenties. At that time, he was full of energy and gave guidance to the country. He talked with Qiao Sinian about the future plans of Qiao and was doing one project after another.

Even if you have social engagements every night, raise funds everywhere, and be plotted against by others, it seems that you can easily resolve all difficulties while chatting and laughing.

At that time, I felt that the future was bright and that everything was hopeful.

And now, it’s like a movie, the curtain call is over and the people are dispersed.

Clothes are not as good as new, and people are not as good as old.
Chapter completed!