"Then who do you want to accompany you?" Qiao Sinian put his hands on the steering wheel, his tone unhappy.

Ye Jiaqi choked all of a sudden.

It doesn't make sense to him, so Ye Jiaqi simply stopped talking.

Along the way, Qiao Sinian muted his phone and did not answer a single call.

The sky outside was gloomy and the wind was a little strong.

"Qiqi, when was the last time I would accompany you to see the snow?"

Seeing that she didn't speak, Qiao Sinian took the initiative to speak.

In the past, no matter when they were together, Ye Jiaqi said a lot, and he listened most of the time.

But now Ye Jiaqi is not willing to speak.

I don’t know if it’s him or her that changed in the past three years.

Time always uses carving knives to polish everything into another look.

"When..." Ye Jiaqi murmured, thought for a while, then shook his head, "I can't remember."

She was too lazy to think about it.

"When you were seventeen years old, you were at nine o'clock in the evening study."

Ye Jiaqi was stunned. Did he remember so clearly?

She thought about it carefully again and it was indeed.

That night, the wind was strong and the snowstorm came without warning.

When she was at the evening study, she stood alone at the entrance of the campus waiting for the driver of Qiao's house.

The heavy snow fell down unexpectedly.

It is sprinkled, like willow catkins and white salt.

After a while, the ground seemed to be covered with a layer of white paper, grass, treetops, buildings... all turned white.

Ye Jiaqi hid under the eaves of the communication room.

The driver of Qiao's house couldn't wait on the left or right.

Just when she was about to walk home, a black Rolls-Royce finally stopped on the side of the road.

What surprised her was that Qiao Sinian also came.

Under the dim street lights, the white snow turns into a beautiful figure.

Qiao Sinian, wearing a black coat, got off the car and held a black umbrella in his hand.

His fingers are very long and his knuckles are distinct. He is independent when he holds an umbrella, and is particularly beautiful.

Ye Jiaqi watched him down from a distance, staring at him, and his eyes were forgotten to blink.

Snow falling, street lights, Qiao Si Nian.

The light cast a circle of shadows on the ground, and he walked steadily towards her.

"I'm anxious? The driver is going to pick me up, sorry." He apologized to her.

Habitually, he touched her little head.

Ye Jiaqi hid under his tall body and looked up at him.

This man is so beautiful.

Every behavior is elegant and charming.

Qiao Sinian curled the corners of her lips and tilted the umbrella toward her.

She hid under the umbrella, hiding in his broad chest.

He held an umbrella in one hand and hugged her in the other.

"Aren't you on a business trip?" she asked with a blink of an eye.

"Yeah, I just returned to the capital."

Ye Jiaqi's girl's heart was pounding. At the age of seventeen, she had already fallen in love with him.

She was so close to him that she could smell the unique fragrance of the wood on him, comfortable and calm.

Leaning beside him, I feel a special sense of security.

The girl's love blooms quietly in the heavy snow.

She is already content to be able to walk side by side with her sweetheart, even for a moment.

The communication room is a distance from Rolls-Royce.

At that moment, she hoped that the road would be farther.

Qiao Sinian suddenly spoke as if she knew her thoughts, and her deep voice was extremely mellow in the snowy night.

"Go back?"

In an instant, Ye Jiaqi almost blurted out: "Okay!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed his little head awkwardly.
Chapter completed!