Qiao Sinian reached out and her slender fingers touched her hair.

"Hair cut?"

Ye Jiaqi opened his eyes again and looked at him resentfully: "No more cuts."

"Um."

He seemed very satisfied, his fingers wrapped around her soft hair, allowing the thin black hair to wrap around his fingertips.

Ye Jiaqi did not resist, silently holding his head, with a twinkling luster in his big eyes.

For her, Qiao Sinian was already an unexpected surprise.

Just come back.

Ye Jiaqi sat by the window and looked at the scenery along the way. She could clearly feel Qiao Sinian's scorching gazes were falling on her face.

She moved uneasyly, her eyes dodged.

"Do you miss me these days?" Qiao Sinian spoke in a calm voice.

"..." Ye Jiaqi said nothing.

"In no mood?"

“…”

"I have no conscience." Qiao Sinian couldn't help but scold her.

Not as good as Qiao Chengfan.

He had only raised Qiao Chengfan for three years, and the little guy would coax him sweetly.

He raised her for twelve years, and she couldn't even say the word "think".

Qiao Sinian's eyes were deeply helpless.

...

Qiao Sinian's new villa is in a beautiful place in the remote suburbs.

The area is not as beautiful as Qiao's house, but the surrounding environment is as beautiful as Qiao's house, with beautiful mountains and rivers and surrounded by trees.

There are not many servants in the villa, but the tranquility and tranquility are better.

Meng Chen sent Qiao Sinian in, while Qiao Chengfan took Ye Jiaqi's hand.

"Qiqi, what's wrong with my dad?" The little guy asked Ye Jiaqi sadly.

The voice is very low and very aggrieved.

"Dad was just a little injured and will get better soon." Ye Jiaqi touched his little head.

The little guy nodded in a vague way.

The servant had already cleaned up the room, clean and neatly.

There are bouquets of flowers on the table, which look particularly bright in the monotonous winter.

Qiao Sinian's room is on the first floor.

As soon as Ye Jiaqi and Qiao Chengfan entered the door, he shouted: "Qiqi, come here!"

"Be good at Xiao Fanfan, go and play by yourself." Ye Jiaqi let go of the little guy's hand.

The little guy immediately put on an expression of understanding in seconds and let go obediently.

Ye Jiaqi walked through the quiet corridor and walked towards Qiao Sinian's bedroom.

"Mr. Qiao, what's the matter?" She blinked.

“My hands are uncomfortable.”

"Um?"

"Change me in clothes."

"This... I'll call you a servant?" Ye Jiaqi was a little embarrassed.

"If you need to call a servant? Well, I don't want to change my clothes?" Qiao Sinian was very dissatisfied.

His deep and deep eyes stared at her for a long time.

Ye Jiaqi paused for a few seconds, nodded, and walked towards him: "I'll help you."

She half-squatted down and picked the buttons of his coat with fair fingers.

In those twelve years, she really hadn't served him, and at most she had a tie.

Despite this, her tie-fitting skills were a mess.

Later, Qiao Sinian really thought she was stupid and didn't even let her beat her tie.

She was spoiled by him so that she could not do anything without any work.

One, two, three...

She unbuttoned Josnian's coat.

As soon as she approached him, she could smell the familiar fragrance of the wood on him, which belonged to him.

Ye Jiaqi had nothing, but Qiao Sinian's breathing became hot!

When she approached him, the heat she exhaled had a unique fragrance, which made him feel hot all over.

Especially when her hair touched his neck, Josnian suddenly had the urge to press her on the bed.

"Mr. Qiao, your hand was also seriously injured?"
Chapter completed!