Three years ago, when Meng Chen carried the little guy into his hands, he knew that there was another responsibility on his shoulders.

I always thought I didn't like children that much.

Unexpectedly, the little guy has been with him for three years.

"Mr. Qiao, I'm ready to board the plane."

At this time, someone came over.

"Um."

Only then did Qiao Sinian put down the magazine in his hand and hung his coat on his arms.

Meng Chen followed Qiao Sinian toward the plane.

After entering the first class cabin, Qiao Sinian sat down, her legs crossed, and her face looked a little haggard.

There was a few more layers of fatigue on his always cold face.

"Master Qiao, please take a rest."

Meng Chen knew that Qiao Sinian was very busy during this period and could only sleep for a few hours every night.

Not only did we have to deal with Qin Shien’en’s relationship, but we also had to deal with domestic affairs.

"Take Xiang Leitian's information and I'll take a look."

Qiao Sinian's face was still indifferent, and the curve of the corners of his lips was cold and deep.

"Xiang Leitian has not much information, only relevant information about his mental illness after he recovers from his mental illness."

Meng Chen took out a thin document from the accompanying box.

Handed to Josnian.

Qiao Sinian took it, but there were indeed not many.

A few sheets of paper.

Qiao Sinian looked down and looked at each one by one. Xiang Leitian, a senior jewelry designer.

The information about this man is really simple.

"Why are there no photos?" Qiao Sinian asked.

Finger brushes across the paper.

"Mr. Qiao, Xiang Leitian is a low-key person and doesn't show up in public. There are very few photos, so I didn't show it."

"Um."

I'll see you anyway.

Qiao Sinian has dealt with many people, but this is the first time this kind of person.

But he firmly believed that there was nothing he could not take.

A confident and firm curve was raised on the corners of his lips.

...

It takes more than a dozen hours to fly to San Francisco.

When we arrived in San Francisco, Meng Chen had already arranged his accommodation and vehicles.

The car drove to a lake and stopped.

The surrounding scenery is charming, and the forest not far away is surrounded by clouds and mist.

There are several families in this place and a natural ranch.

The grass is lush everywhere, the hills are undulating, and the air is filled with the fragrance of clear water and the strong fragrance of grass and trees.

"Mr. Qiao, I heard that Xiang Leitian lives here."

Meng Chen pointed to a two-story villa not far ahead.

The villa style is very simple, mainly woody, and the flowerbed is full of roses.

Qiao Sinian put his hands in his trouser pockets, his face dark and his eyes full of low-key and restrained light.

"Blue Virgin..."

Qiao Sinian looked at the villa and whispered softly.

"Yes, Xiang Leitian likes the Blue Magician very much." Meng Chen explained, "I didn't expect that this villa was filled with these kinds of flowers, which was really weird."

As soon as you approach, the fragrance is swaying.

The big blue color is deeper than the sea water.

Like a dream, like an abyss.

Qiao Sinian remembered that ring—

The design on the ring is also a blue witch.

Congenial, charming, exquisite.

Does a man like roses so much?

A trace of unknown curvature was curled up on the corner of Qiao Sinian's lips.

Qiao Sinian did not move, and everyone behind him followed silently, not daring to cross.

The sun shines on these two-story villas, with abundant light and pleasant air.

This place is really suitable for elderly care.

Countless birds chirped, with grass and gurgling water.

Blue demons bloomed silently, with some petals scattered on the ground.

When the wind blows, blue petals fly.

Like a dream.
Chapter completed!