Ye Jiaqi smiled sadly: "But I don't care about him, I don't care about him at all. What's there for me to see? Meng Chen, you just lied to me. If I don't go, I won't go..."

When it rained that day, he drank wine.

He asked her what if he couldn't come back?

Is this a prophecy?

Ye Jiaqi's whole body was extremely cold.

Her hands were shaking, and she grabbed the scarf hard, unable to control herself.

Meng Chen looked at her and nodded slightly: "Miss Ye, take good care of yourself, I will go to the airport later."

After saying that, he bent down to pick up the magazine on the ground for Ye Jiaqi.

"Miss Ye, give it." He put the magazine and documents in Ye Jiaqi's arms.

Ye Jiaqi's eyes were blind and had no focal length.

She held the magazine and had little reaction.

"Mr. Qiao left suddenly and didn't leave anything, but I think he hopes you will be happy no matter when."

"Meng Chen, you are so long-winded, really, so long-winded." Ye Jiaqi choked up, "Don't talk anymore, don't talk anymore, don't talk anymore..."

Meng Chen looked at Ye Jiaqi.

He was a little worried about her.

"Miss Ye..."

"You go, go!" Ye Jiaqi shouted hysterically.

There was a cool liquid sliding across the cheeks.

Is it raining? The weather is very good...

Ye Jiaqi raised her head and said, "She didn't cry, why would she cry?"

That bastard, she really hates him to death.

"Take care of yourself."

Meng Chen reminded her, turned around and left, and drove out of the community.

The black car left, leaving only a string of rising dust.

The wind and sand in the capital were very strong, which made Ye Jiaqi's eyes fascinated.

She stood there in a daze, her eyes falling in the distance.

The wind blew her hair, and she was like a statue, standing silently, motionless.

Some things are like sand in your hands. The more you want to hold them tightly, the more you can't hold them.

Ye Jiaqi closed his eyes.

Two rows of hot liquid flow down.

Finally, there will be no trace of connection between her and Qiao Sinian.

Everything is over.

"Mr. Qiao, would you please watch TV series with me?"

"Joe Sinian, I have no early love, I have no early love. You are too unreasonable and don't want to pay attention to you."

"It's thundering, I'm afraid. If you lend me a bed for a night, I won't be afraid, really."

"It's snowing so well. Can you watch it with me every year?"

"The sycamore tree, the rain at the third hour, I don't say that the love is suffering... what does it mean?"

"I'm waiting for you to come home."

...

Ye Jiaqi covered his heart and squatted down.

There was a hand tightly strangling in the heart, causing pain in her limbs and bones.

It was like a water grass entangling her body and unable to breathe.

The heart beats violently.

For a moment, she thought she was dead too.

The sky and the earth were spinning, like thunder splitting the ravine.

The dazzling sunshine shone on Ye Jiaqi's body, and her petite body shrank into a ball, like a homeless wild cat.

The wind blew, blew her hair and shadow, and fell alone on the clearing ground.

The cold wind blows, and it can't blow away my thoughts.

The dead leaves fly, and they cannot fly out of the desolation.

All, end.

"Miss, do you need help?" A kind-hearted person came over.

In a daze, Ye Jiaqi raised his head.

The sun was dazzling and her face was pale.

"Miss?" the man shouted again.

She shook her head and hugged the magazines and documents in her arms: "I'm fine."

She's fine.

It's really okay.

After saying that, she ran quickly towards the entrance of the corridor and ran home in one breath.

The legs and hands were shaking uncontrollably.
Chapter completed!