Men are really strange creatures.

Men often say that they cannot see through women, but how can women see through men?

Ye Jiaqi didn't quite understand why Song Shaoyan was already married, so why was he still with other women?

Huo Jingyi said that men clearly distinguish “love” from “sex”.

So is Song Shaoyan the same?

Ye Jiaqi suddenly felt that she was just a little white flower in love.

She has never been in love, and she really doesn't understand a man's mind.

However, she felt that Song Shaoyan was too much.

Ning'an is so beautiful and gentle girl, how can she not compare to this little woman?

Not far away, Bentley started and left.

Ye Jiaqi was so angry.

But even if she saw this, she would not dare to tell Ning An.

First, she is not familiar with Ning An, and second, she is not comfortable in interfering in housework.

Ye Jiaqi was so angry that he scolded Song Shaoyan, and then he went home with his shopping bag.

These days, there is no reliable man.

I really don’t know that Song Shaoyan has a beautiful wife and what else is not satisfied with her, and she is still stealing fish outside.

After returning home, Ye Jiaqi started cooking hot pot.

It was too monotonous to eat hot pot alone, so she simply called Ji Qinghan.

"Mr. Ji, are you free? I'll treat you to hot pot? After we finish eating, let's talk again?"

"I have something to do with it, I'm afraid I can't go."

"Oh..." Ye Jiaqi was a little disappointed, "When will you be free?"

"Hmm? Have you figured it out?"

"Well. I originally planned to ask you to help me after eating hot pot together. If you are busy, I will wait for you."

"Okay, it's evening? I can come by before 7 o'clock in the evening."

“Tonight?”

"Yes, have you really thought it through tonight?"

Ji Qinghan asked her so firmly, and Ye Jiaqi's heart felt a little cold.

She grabbed her phone tightly, her lips trembling slightly.

"I'll send you the address."

"Um."

Hanging up the phone, Ye Jiaqi sat on the sofa, staring at the wall with a dull look.

In the kitchen, the hot pot made a "hiss".

Ye Jiaqi came to his senses and walked over to continue cooking hot pot.

Her face was pale and not a little bloody, especially her lips, which were pale as paper.

After today, she can say a complete farewell to the past.

The capital city is still this capital city, but Ye Jiaqi is no longer the Ye Jiaqi.

From then on, she would forget the man named Qiao Sinian, forget his name, and forget everything related to him.

Fifteen years of memories about him will burn to ashes.

No grass grows.

Ye Jiaqi took the bowl and sat alone at the table for lunch, his eyes empty.

Tears fell off guard.

Pick, pick...

landed on the back of her hand.

Suddenly, she remembered some sporadic past events and the scene where they ate hot pot at Qiao's house.

He doesn't like eating outside and goes home most of the time.

Winter is a good time to eat hot pot.

On weekends, she wanted to eat hot pot, so she went to the kitchen to act coquettishly with Aunt Lu.

"Aunt Lu, is it okay for us to have hot pot tonight? I'll help you make it."

Aunt Lu smiled and said, "Miss, Master Qiao doesn't like hot pot very much. He thinks it's so good. Why don't I take you out for a meal next time?"

She instantly slapped: "You really can't eat it?"

"Why do you call Mr. Qiao?"

"Forget it." She didn't dare to call him, she was afraid that he would be unhappy.

He doesn't like to eat, so she just let him go and doesn't eat it anymore.
Chapter completed!