Qiao Sinian frowned, her temper getting bigger and bigger.

Qiao Sinian's gaze fell on her face, and she really wanted to see something from her eyes.

Ye Jiaqi pushed open the cup in front of him and stood up.

"Ye Jiaqi, sit down!" Qiao Sinian shouted coldly.

"Master Qiao, you can't control me. Let me say it again. If it weren't for Xiao Fanfan, I would never want to have any contact with you in my life!"

Ye Jiaqi looked at him coldly, his eyes as if quenched with ice.

"reason."

Qiao Sinian tapped the table gently with his fingers, and his face felt dissatisfied.

The eyes are facing each other, and sparks are splashing.

The air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder, as if it was about to burn out at a touch.

"Reason? You don't know? Josnian, in those three years, did you lose your memory?"

Ye Jiaqi's face was pale and confronted Qiao Sinian, but she was not confident enough.

The lips were trembling.

The place where my heart is as cold as water.

When I mention old things again, she will always be the one who hurts the most.

No one can be calm and comfortable after her child is being made. She chooses to forget it, but it does not mean that she has lost her memory.

Life has to continue, and she can only suppress the pain in her heart.

Crying late at night is already her greatest strength.

If it weren't for Xiao Fanfan, she would have really never wanted to see this man in her life!

His every frown and smile seemed to her as a scenery in the past, but now... it is ironic.

Qiao Sinian frowned even deeper.

"Are you blaming me for leaving without saying goodbye three years ago?"

"Joe Sinian, why are you back? Why don't you die!" Ye Jiaqi choked up.

Her eyes were red, she ran away crying, and wiped her eyes with the back of her hands.

Her voice remained in the air.

Why are you back?

Why don't you die?

Qiao Sinian felt as if he was stabbed hard by a needle.

How much she hated him, she would let him die.

He slowly closed his eyes, his face haggard and tired, and a faint blue color in his eyes.

There was one time when he almost died.

Did he say that he would never wake up and she would not hate him so much?

...

Since that day, Ye Jiaqi has never seen Qiao Sinian again.

She still travels to and from Qiao's house to take care of Xiao Fanfan and picks up and drops off the little guys every day.

On Friday, she came back from get off work from the company.

I bought a bunch of Japanese wind chimes, which she hung on the lilac window curtain on the rooftop. The wind chimes were very beautiful, with a piece of painted paper hanging under it.

There are six words above: Wait for the wind to blow, and wait for you to return.

Ye Jiaqi listened to the pleasant sound of wind chimes, looked at the fonts on it, and was in a daze.

It was getting late and the sun set.

She stood on the rooftop and looked at the dark blue in the sky until night fell.

My heart is as calm as water, but I always feel empty.

Qiao Chengfan sat in the living room and dialed Qiao Sinian's mobile phone number.

"Dad, where are you?"

"U.K."

"Dad, when will you be back?"

"In a few days," said Qiao Sinian, "Do you miss me?"

"I have Qiqi, I don't miss you." The little guy giggled.

"ungrateful."

Qiao Chengfan still laughed.

I don’t want to think about it. If I don’t want it, he won’t call Lao Qiao.

"Dad, Qiqi is in a bad mood recently, I don't know why." Qiao Chengfan lowered his voice.

He tilted his head, not very understanding.

"oh."

"Dad, is she thinking of you?"

The little guy blinked his big eyes.

He always felt that Ye Jiaqi was the same as him.

Qiao Sinian was silent.

Of course she wouldn't miss him.

After a long time, he asked lightly: "What is she doing?"

“Qiqi is on the rooftop.”
Chapter completed!