"No sincerity." Qiao Sinian reached out and touched her head, and the corner of her mouth raised an upward curve under the light of the fluorescent stars.

Ye Jiaqi was stunned for a moment, and when his big palm fell on her head, her heart pounded.

She looked at him and stared at him for a long time.

Qiao Sinian opened the box. As soon as the box opened, a faint fragrance floated out.

It turned out to be a comb and a sandalwood comb.

The comb is carved with exquisite patterns, which is antique.

Qiao Sinian glanced at her and covered the box with it: "Take it and take it home, a late birthday gift."

Ye Jiaqi happily took the box, and she liked the gift very much.

From now on, I will be very happy to use the comb he bought to comb his hair every day, just like he is with him.

"Thank you, the President."

“I don’t like verbal thanks.”

"Then... I'll do the playground project well, okay?"

"That's what you should do!"

"Oh." Ye Jiaqi was discouraged.

She lowered her head and rubbed the box, her heart filled with joy.

She had no hope of receiving his birthday gift.

"Look at the fireflies, go back after watching them. You have to rest early." Qiao Sinian said,

"Can you get out of the car and have a look?"

"It's windy outside." Qiao Sinian frowned and didn't want to agree.

"A moment, a moment."

Qiao Sinian didn't say much, took off her suit and put it on her shoulder: "Let's go."

He opened the car door and only had a thin white shirt on his body.

Ye Jiaqi got out of the car and followed him: "Are you cold?"

“Not that cold.”

The path in front of us can accommodate two people walking side by side, walking deep in the bamboo forest.

The wind outside was really big, and Ye Jiaqi wrapped her clothes tightly.

Fireflies were flying beside her. Ye Jiaqi reached out and grabbed a handful of fireflies with a slight touch.

"So beautiful, I haven't seen so many fireflies in years."

Qiao Sinian walked with her most of the time.

The things that men and women like are very different. Women like flowers, fireflies, and many romantic and literary things, but men don’t feel much.

Many times, Qiao Si Nian would look at the women around him.

The path is easy to walk.

When the wind blew, the bamboo leaves were "swish" and a thick layer of leaves was covered with.

Ye Jiaqi walked slowly with her belly straight, and Qiao Sinian also adjusted her pace and accompanied her.

The whole road is very long and you can't forget the end at a glance.

It seems like there is no end.

Fireflies are flying around, and the stars in the sky are also particularly dazzling.

After walking for a few minutes, he didn't walk too far. However, Ye Jiaqi felt sorry for Qiao Sinian and smiled and said, "I won't leave, go back to the car, I'm hungry."

"If you don't leave, you'll be next year."

"Next year..." Ye Jiaqi chewed the word, and she stopped and looked into his eyes, "Will you still come with me next year?"

"It depends on your performance."

“What manifestation?”

Qiao Sinian's eyes moved downwards and moved to her belly: "Look at what you want your baby to call me."

Ye Jiaqi touched his stomach and pouted: "You almost lost my treasure. I haven't settled this with you yet. Do you know you're too much?"

“…”

"What else can I call you? Call me uncle."

"..." Qiao Sinian glanced at her, "The unfamiliar white-eyed wolf."
Chapter completed!