"Care it." Ye Jiaqi held the rose in his arms, lowered his head and smelled it, filling his heart with fragrance.

Qiao Sinian walked up to her, looked at her, and reached out to rub her face.

At this moment, she is more beautiful than roses. Perhaps because of the contrast between roses and lights, her little face looks more delicate.

"You came back very early today, it seemed like you had just arrived at get off work time?" Ye Jiaqi said.

"Yes, I miss you, so I rushed back."

"This is not possible. When you are in the position of president, you have to do your part well and think about work during work, not me."

"Who did you learn from?"

"You." Ye Jiaqi smiled and raised his head. From her perspective, you could see the outline of Qiao Sinian's deep face. "If I were a shareholder of the company, I would not be assured that there would be such a half-hearted president, how many books would I have to lose."

"You are just smart." Qiao Sinian pinched her face, "I understand, I won't do it again in the future. But I can't control myself thinking about you, what should I do? Hum?"

"I heard that people only think randomly when they are very idle. If you are very busy every day and are so busy that you don't have time to drink coffee, you won't miss me."

"But... Missing is a very special taste. I like this taste very much and don't want to suppress it deliberately." Qiao Sinian's soft voice pressed above her head.

Ye Jiaqi's heart moved.

The body feels numb and numb.

What is this called? Is love words?

He didn't like to talk love so much before.

Her face turned slightly red and she pushed his hand away: "Then if you have the ability to be half-hearted, I don't mind you missing me."

Qiao Sinian was very satisfied with her answer, and she felt more and more that she had been with him for a long time and became a wilted little fox.

There is a saying that those who are close to the vermilion are red, while those who are close to the ink are black. It seems that he is destined to ruin her.

Ye Jiaqi put the roses on the table, which looked very beautiful!

There is another bright tone in the living room.

"I'm hungry, Mr. Qiao, are you cooking? If you don't, we'll go out to eat."

“Is the dishes outside delicious?”

"No." Ye Jiaqi looked at him with a smile, of course in his heart that he wanted him to cook for her himself.

The food has been bought long ago.

Qiao Sinian didn't understand what she was thinking. She took off her blazer, untied her tie, and went to the kitchen.

Ye Jiaqi followed him like a little follower, handing him what he needed from time to time.

The kitchen is not big, but whenever the fragrance spreads, the place is very ignited.

When he cooked, she washed the fruit and made a platter.

She couldn't help him, and after giving birth, she could cook with him.

His apartment is not as good as Qiao's house in the past, but it is the dream of her dreams and the appearance of home.

She has never had a happy home since she was a child, and she has always longed for a home.

When Qiao Sinian was cooking, Ye Jiaqi secretly hugged him from behind, pressed his side face against his back, and rubbed it.

"Be careful to touch it." He reminded.

"No, let me hug you for a while." She said coquettishly.

"Hold it for a while and let go."

"Yeah." Ye Jiaqi responded vaguely.

However, when I hugged it, I couldn't bear to let go, and I couldn't help but rub it again and again.
Chapter completed!