Qiao Sinian is used to being cold and indifferent, and rarely shows his joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, let alone sharing his thoughts with others.

Now he was talking to her on his phone, and was happy to tell her everything. How could she not listen to it?

"Jo Sinian, you left a hand when you gave Qiao to Rong Jincheng? No wonder he lost to you so quickly."

"Awesome... Rong Jincheng is a second-generation ancestor, and he only needs to use three-point strength to deal with him."

"You can't be proud of yourself."

"What my wife said."

"I'll check the time... It's past ten o'clock, let's hang up the phone, it's getting late."

"The long night is long and I can't sleep."

"Would I sing a lullaby for you? I'll coax Xiao Yuzi to sleep."

"..." Qiao Sinian held the quilt, "Then it's not necessary..."

"Go to sleep quickly and be obedient."

“…”

Ye Jiaqi hung up the phone on his own initiative.

It is still raining heavily in Qingshan Village. It has been raining for several days and nights, and there is no sign of stopping.

The sound of rain was noisy, accompanied by the sound of strong wind blowing the leaves. The late night, which should have been quiet, did not feel silence, but it seemed like a bustling feeling.

Ye Jiaqi turned off the table lamp and couldn't sleep.

The wind blew the windows, and the windows were blown to make a "creak" sound, as if they could break at any time. This sound made Ye Jiaqi even less sleepy.

In the middle of the night, Ye Jiaqi, who had finally fallen asleep, was awakened by the sound of broken rubble outside.

Is the wind blowing so hard?

Ye Jiaqi was in a daze and didn't dare to turn on the lights. He listened to the sound of the wind and tossed and turned.

It was windy and rainy outside, and she heard the sound of glass breaking and the surging rain. Her not-so-solid window kept shaking.

With a "clang", the lobby window seemed to be blown open.

Ye Jiaqi could only put on his clothes and turn on the lights.

After rubbing her sleepy eyes, the window was blown open, and the cold wind blew into the room, and she shivered.

Too cold.

The wind was very strong, and Ye Jiaqi took a lot of effort to close the window, and the wind blew her long head.

"It's so cold." Ye Jiaqi rubbed his hands and pressed the chair against the door, fearing that the wind would blow open the door.

After a while, she lost all sleepiness and did not dare to sleep, for fear that the wind would blow the windows.

It was cloudy for days and the quilt was also very cold.

Ye Jiaqi couldn't sleep and didn't know what to do. He looked at Qiao Sinian's number on his phone and wanted to call him.

She leaned against the pillow, her fingers slid around the screen, trying to hit her but was afraid of waking him up. She knew that he had a light sleep and could not fall asleep again after being woken up.

Such tone and turn reminded her of the past.

When I was in love with him in the past, I always wanted to call him during the long dark night, even if I just listen to his voice, it would be good.

But at that time, I was young and afraid of disturbing him, so I never dared to fight him.

The time I had been so careful about my crush in the past, but now I think about it is sweet.

Maybe I like someone... No matter what the result is, my mood is sweet, and it feels so good.

The screen of the phone lights up and goes out, and it turns out and goes on, and it’s like going back to the past, with a bright luster in her eyes.

Leaning against the pillow and listening to the wind, she finally called him.

I didn't dare to fight when I was a kid, but now I'm trying it.
Chapter completed!