It was almost time to finish writing, Ye Jiaqi stood up: "President, it's almost done. It's time for me to go home. Although there is nothing between us, I don't want to be seen and disturb the peaceful life."

"President, you should go home early, it's not a good thing to work too late."

Qiao Sinian had finished eating, and he leaned against the sofa, holding a cigarette that had not been lit between his fingers.

He narrowed his long and narrow eyes and didn't say anything.

Ye Jiaqi carried his bag on his back: "I'm leaving."

"Ye Jiaqi, what do you think of me?" Qiao Sinian spoke, his eyes falling on her calm and clean face.

Ye Jiaqi didn't expect that he would ask such a straightforward question. Surprise and surprise flashed in her eyes, but soon, it returned to calm like a lake, and was calm.

She grabbed the backpack bag with one hand, supported her waist with the other, and stood up with her belly.

She was not close to him, but she could see all the expressions on his face.

In fact, he has always been a person who does not show his emotions. This time, she only saw the depth and tranquility on his face, without any special expression.

I can't see through his expression or his thoughts.

He is used to hiding what he thinks in his heart.

When she didn't speak, the office was silent.

After a pause, a rising curve was raised on the corner of her lips: "The president thinks I have any thoughts about you."

Qiao Sinian frowned and said nothing.

"Let's go, go home, my baby is sleepy." Ye Jiaqi smiled and walked towards the office door.

"I send you."

"No need, you've drunk, I don't dare to take your car."

"I'll take you to the subway entrance!"

"oh."

"Idiot." Qiao Sinian stood up and took a blazer from the hanger and threw it to her.

His suit jacket had a special aura. Ye Jiaqi hugged it and put the suit jacket on him.

She walked downstairs shoulder to shoulder with him.

The financial city was empty, and the crescent moon rose from the east, hanging in the air, hazy.

The clouds are shallow and the street lights are bright.

On summer nights, there are silences of insects in the grass, which sounds particularly touching under this lonely night sky.

The insects were circling the street lights, and the moths rushed again and again.

The light of street lights lengthens their shadows, one tall and one short, and the pace is slow.

Ye Jiaqi walked very slowly, so Qiao Sinian slowed down.

She looked down at their shadows.

I haven't taken a walk together for a long time.

The last time I took a walk together, I was in the capital, Qiao's house, as if it had been a long time ago, as if I had spent my whole life.

Now she is a completely stranger to him. Although she has intersections at work, this intersection is no longer worth eighteen years.

The wind blew Ye Jiaqi's hair, and she walked silently, hoping that the road would be longer.

After not knowing each other, every time I was with him, I felt like I was picked up.

None of them spoke first.

Qiao Sinian's black leather shoes were stepped on the ground, and his steps were steady and agile.

Ye Jiaqi is pregnant and walks much more bulky.

Most of the time, Qiao Sinian was accommodated.

After walking for a while, Qiao Si coughed young and broke the silence: "Did your husband... often walk with you?"

Ye Jiaqi was stunned for a moment and nodded: "Well, he is very kind to me and will always respond to any request. He is willing to give me whatever I want."
Chapter completed!