The bright light of the street lights sprinkled on her body like moonlight, and her pure white knitted skirt was dyed with a faint orange yellow.

A breeze blew, and Ye Jiaqi gently lifted the floating hair.

Huo Jingyi stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and watched.

If she looked back, she could see him in front of the window.

But, until she got into a taxi, she didn't look back.

Huo Jingyi drank all the red wine in the cup in one go.

Ye Jiaqi just got into the car, and Qiao Sinian called again.

Helplessly, she had to take it.

"Mr. Qiao."

"Why didn't you answer my phone just now?"

Qiao Sinian suppressed his temper, but his tone became a little colder.

"busy."

"What are you busy with so late?"

"Do you need to report my every move?"

"Xiao Fanfan can't write homework, why don't you go back?"

Ye Jiaqi choked.

Qiao Sinian moved out a small sail, and she had no choice.

No matter who Qiao Chengfan gave birth to a child with Qiao Sinian, the little guy is innocent.

"I understand." Ye Jiaqi replied lightly.

During the period when Qiao Sinian was not in the capital, she had thought about what to do.

She was afraid that the little guy would have feelings for her, and that when she left him, he would cry heart-wrenchingly.

"Ye Jiaqi, stay in Qiao's house, don't make any other thoughts, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude." Qiao Sinian warned her coldly.

Ye Jiaqi had a meal, her little thoughts were obvious?

She grabbed the phone and didn't say a word for a long time.

Unable to hear Ye Jiaqi's voice, Qiao Sinian thought she was scared, so she calmed down.

"Wait for me to go back."

Ye Jiaqi turned his head and looked out the window—

It was windy outside, and a few drops of rain fell on the windows.

There are a few more water beads on the car window, which gather into lines bit by bit.

The car was quiet so quiet that she could hear the sound of raindrops hitting the window.

Tick, tick...

"Speak." Qiao Sinian calmly and slightly dissatisfied.

Ye Jiaqi then came to his senses: "It's raining."

"What?"

"Nothing, Mr. Qiao, is there anything else? If not, I'll die."

"Bad mood?"

"It is inevitable that you will think of unhappy things when it rains." Ye Jiaqi's tone was light.

His eyes were blurred and he looked out the window.

Under the rain, the lights are blurred and the flares are dyed one by one.

Red, green and green, like flowers blooming in spring.

"Wait for me to go back."

He still said this.

Suddenly, he remembered when he was in Qiao's house.

She would wait for him to come home every night, and sometimes it would fall asleep on the sofa.

Every time, she would say, "I'm waiting for you."

From eight to twenty years old.

Twelve years.

He thought of the note in the candy box again, every word and sentence.

Ye Jiaqi responded "Yeah" in a slight way and hung up the phone.

The rain outside the window became heavier and the wind blew.

Qiao House is remote, and the more the car drives forward, the quieter it becomes. It is quiet all around, and the wind blows the leaves, making a "rustling" sound.

The raindrops hit the window "crackling", making it chilly.

There is no thunder in late autumn, and Ye Jiaqi is not afraid, but he is in a bit heavy.

It’s like a stone weighing thousands of pounds pressing on the heart, even breathing is a bit depressed.

"Girl, the place you live in is a villa area. Why is there no driver here to pick you up?" The driver asked curiously.

Ye Jiaqi smiled: "I am a tutor for tutoring, not a person here."

"Oh, that's it."
Chapter completed!