Ye Jiaqi poured Ji Qinghan a cup of tea.

"Mr. Ji, there is only tea at home, and I don't know if you like to drink it."

Ji Qinghan was not picky, he smiled and nodded: "I love tea."

Ye Jiaqi has a good feeling for Ji Qinghan. This man is elegant, gentle, has a good personality and a good temper.

Moreover, the deepest feelings are used.

"Your face is not very good." Ji Qinghan looked at her.

Ye Jiaqi touched his cheek and smiled: "No, right? Maybe it's too cold."

"You live alone?"

"My friend has gone abroad, and I haven't been able to contact her for a long time." Ye Jiaqi's tone was full of loss.

She wants to be so beautiful.

Huo Jingyi said that Liang Haotian was taking care of You Pianran in Switzerland and told her not to worry.

But why has Pianran not called her for so long?

She really missed her, she really missed her.

Without Pianran at home, she was bored alone.

I especially miss the carefree girl Pianran, who loves to laugh and make trouble.

Ji Qinghan took a sip of tea and looked at Ye Jiaqi's small house.

She cleaned it up here in an orderly and felt very homey. Even the walls were covered with clean and beautiful floral wallpaper.

The air exudes a light and elegant fragrance.

Ji Qinghan could see that Ye Jiaqi was a girl who loved life very much.

Simple mind, no complicated thoughts.

But such girls are also the most vulnerable to injury.

"Miss Ye, your life has just begun. After forgetting the past, you must continue to move forward. In fact, whether it is thorns or flowers on the road ahead, it is worth walking." Ji Qinghan's voice was sexy and gentle.

"Mr. Ji is very good at comforting people."

Ye Jiaqi really likes Ji Qinghan.

It's easy to be friends with him.

"It's not comfort, it's the fact." Ji Qinghan smiled, "You will always meet someone who appears specifically for you, and your life will get better and better. Believe me, one day you will reap happiness."

Ye Jiaqi admitted that he was comforted by Ji Qinghan.

He was like a mentor, giving her guidance and hope.

"Mr. Ji, are you having supper?"

"I've eaten." Ji Qinghan said, "Since you've made the decision, we'll start later?"

He glanced at his watch and it was past seven o'clock.

"Um."

There was a wind blowing outside, and the wind was blowing fog, flying and hovering.

Outside the window was a wet and white area.

A layer of shallow water mist was covered with the glass. The mist slowly accumulated and gradually gathered into water lines and meandered down.

On the road, a black Rolls-Royce was speeding.

On the co-pilot, he carefully selected gift for her - an exquisite music box.

It was six o'clock when he got off the plane, and after he came out, he drove directly to the place where she lived.

He wanted to surprise her.

The fog is getting heavier and heavier, and the glass of the Rolls-Royce is already blurred.

There were not many pedestrians on the road, so Qiao Sinian drove the car very fast.

For some reason, my eyelids pounded and I always felt strange in my heart.

Qiao Sinian suppressed the bad thoughts in his heart, and lit a cigarette at the traffic light.

The smell of nicotine can really paralyze the nerves.

In the darkness, Qiao Sinian's face was cold and noble, with clear destructive light and endless depth in her eyes.

Smoke enveloped his body and floated away.

Rolls-Royce is like a swift, traveling through the fog.

The car made a bend and turned into the community where Ye Jiaqi lived.
Chapter completed!