As they chatted, Qiao Sinian mentioned Qin Shien's consortium again.

This time he went to London, he naturally had to deal with the inheritance.

He could not control many places by himself. He planned to count Qin Shien'en's property and cash it in, and strive to expand the US market.

They walked casually and went to the cinema to watch a movie.

The streets of New York were bustling with noise. They were like two ordinary people, walking on the street, watching pedestrians, and counting the flowing lights.

The moon is as bright as a training, and the clouds are shallow.

...

The weather was very good on Ye Jiaqi’s birthday.

It was a little cool in the morning, and the thin sunlight penetrated from the horizon and shone on the ground, and everything in the world was covered with shattered gold.

Qiao Sinian left the house before dawn, and Ye Jiaqi had not woken up at that time.

When he returned from a florist with red roses, she moved slightly and smacked her tongue.

It's getting late.

Qiao Sinian walked to the bed with a flower in her arms. Just as she was about to kiss her, Ye Jiaqi sniffed her nose and woke up.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw a big handful of fiery red roses. She thought she was dreaming and rubbed her eyes. Yes, it was a handful of roses, with morning dewdrops.

"Awaken?" Qiao Sinian's low and happy voice sounded.

Ye Jiaqi was so scared that he sat up in a hurry, his black hair hanging on his shoulders, and his big watery eyes stared at him.

"Happy birthday, I'll give you roses." Qiao Sinian handed the flowers to her, "Please accept them?"

Ye Jiaqi smiled, and he felt like a spring flowing through his heart, sweet and sweet.

She took the rose: "Thank you, I like it very much."

The roses are very fragrant, and the whole house is full of the fragrance of roses. The petals are so beautiful that the crystal clear dew rolls back and forth on the petals. The colors of the roses are very full, and each one seems to be carefully selected, in full bloom without any flaws.

Qiao Sinian likes to see the smile on her face, and he also bent his lips.

"I won't work today, I'll be with you." Qiao Sinian sat beside the bed.

He also changed into a new shirt today, looking full of energy.

"You went out early in the morning?" Ye Jiaqi smelled the fragrance of roses on his body, "Is it just to buy roses?"

"I picked it in the rose garden, a large garden. I have been picking it for a long time, and my fingers were poked by a few times." Qiao Sinian stretched out his hand.

Ye Jiaqi grabbed his hand with distress: "It's the same for buying it in a flower shop."

"It's different. Every rose in the flower shop is selected by the people in the flower shop, and every flower here is selected by me. Each flower integrates my heart and represents my love. Miss Ye Jiaqi, do you accept it?"

Ye Jiaqi was not reserved or held his composure, and nodded immediately: "Accept, of course."

"Then would you like to give me the day you are today?"

"It depends on your performance." Ye Jiaqi smiled.

"Get up, I'll make noodles for you."

"Then please help me keep the flowers." Ye Jiaqi handed him the rose and jumped out of bed by himself.

My heart was like honey, sweet. This was the first time that Qiao Si had been celebrating her birthday seriously in recent years.

This is a treatment that has never been experienced since childhood, and it is also a scene that I have imagined countless times.

I haven't waited until I was twenty years old, and I thought I would never wait for it in my life.
Chapter completed!