On New Year's Eve, snowflakes floated in the sky.

In the dim horizon, the sunlight gradually faded away, leaving only the last light.

Snowflakes are like willow catkins in spring, flying one by one, falling on the treetops, on the roof, and on the ground.

Capital.

Inside an elegant and exquisite courtyard.

In the yard, a tall pomegranate tree stands tall and graceful.

The branches are bare and extend obliquely towards the sky, splitting the sky into pieces of puzzle pieces.

A slender man stood in the wind.

The lines of the face, like a knife, are tough and firm, with thin lips tightly pursed, and their eyes are quenched with deepness and coldness.

Qiao Sinian was wearing a long black coat and looked at the white sky in the distance with deep eyes.

The sky was dark, there was no sun, and the surroundings were misty.

There was a cigarette between his right hand.

The cigarette butt was burning quietly. When the wind blew, the ashes fell and fell beside his black leather shoes.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and frowned.

The eyes were filled with a cold and secluded luster, clearly extinct, as if there were or not.

He raised his hand and took a breath of smoke, and the smoke slowly rose next to his side.

The whistling north wind blew his coat and made a sound of rushing sound.

Under the pomegranate tree, the man has a slender figure, straight and straight back lines, and is extremely independent.

"Mr. Qiao, it's New Year's Eve." Meng Chen walked behind him.

"Yes." Qiao Sinian dusted the cigarette butts' ashes, and his eyes were destroyed.

The lights light up, pulling his shadow long.

"Master Qiao, Miss Qiao and the young master are together for the New Year this year. Miss takes the young master back."

Qiao Sinian didn't speak.

"Mr. Qiao, it's snowing, and dinner is ready." Meng Chen said.

"You go down first." Qiao Sinian ordered lightly.

"yes."

Meng Chen obeyed, nodded, and stepped down.

After walking a little further, he looked back at Qiao Sinian.

This is the first New Year that Master Qiao has spent alone, without Qin Qing, Ye Jiaqi, and Qiao Chengfan.

But this man is strong enough to support these meaningless loneliness and desolation.

His shoulders were wide enough to block all the bitter wind and rain, cold wind and cold arrows.

Under his shoulders, there is only warmth and a pure world.

He was blocked from his shoulders by the blood, conspiracy, and darkness.

The night is getting deeper.

Meng Chen saw Qiao Sinian standing outside, his eyes falling in the distance.

This place is low-key and quiet.

The sound of firecrackers can be heard vaguely, but more ethereal and quiet.

Meng Chen called Ye Jiaqi.

"Miss Ye."

Ye Jiaqi is feeding the little guy with pork ribs!

The little guy giggled and slapped the table and had sex with Ye Jiaqi.

"Mr. Meng."

Ye Jiaqi answered the phone and walked to the balcony.

She was afraid that the children would hear it.

"Miss Ye, good New Year's Eve."

"Thank you, Mr. Meng, so are you." Ye Jiaqi said hello.

"I heard you are taking care of Young Master Chengfan."

"Yes, I took him home. Do you think I'm meddling in other people's business?" Ye Jiaqi blinked.

"Take good care of him."

Ye Jiaqi smiled: "I thought you would also think that I took care of Qiao Chengfan with a purpose."

"I never thought so." Meng Chen was very calm, "I know what kind of person you are."

Suddenly, Ye Jiaqi was a little moved.

Although Meng Chen is not good at speaking, this sentence really touched her.

"Thank you, Mr. Meng."

Someone believed her.

"I believe you can take good care of the young master." Meng Chen said.

"I won't let you down, are you still in London?"
Chapter completed!