In five years, can one person be polished into another?

If her face was not still like this and her eyes were always stubborn, he wondered... he wouldn't even recognize her.

"Recently." Qiao Sinian lowered her head and responded lightly.

"Oh." Meng Chen nodded and did not ask again.

The heart and mouth are like a hand holding it, and even breathing is a bit rapid.

His pulse was beating violently, and he closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down.

Qiao Sinian looked through the report in his hand and his face was calm.

"Master Qiao, I'll be here. You haven't been sleeping all night, go and have a rest." Meng Chen said, "Or go back and see Miss Ye and the young master. Miss Ye thinks something happened to you and I'm in a bad mood."

"Um."

Meng Chen knew that Qiao Sinian worked hard for Fang Ya and Fang Cheng these days, and he didn't sleep all night yesterday.

"I will send more people to watch the hospital, and there will be no problem. I will notify you of Fangcheng's situation at any time." Meng Chen said.

"Okay." Qiao Sinian closed the report and returned it to Meng Chen, "I'll go back to the villa first."

"I'll call the driver."

"No, I'll drive myself."

"Then be careful on the way. The smog outside is still very heavy and has not dissipated." Meng Chen reminded.

Qiao Sinian nodded, took the car key and walked downstairs.

The fog outside has indeed not dissipated, with thick white fog everywhere, mixed with yellow sand.

The whole city is dim and there is no sun or sun. Even the clouds in the sky are covered in gray and flutter in the wind.

Very low visibility.

Qiao Sinian drove very carefully and the speed was very slow.

It has been less than an hour since he appeared in the Qiao Group.

The black Rolls-Royce was walking through the mist, and a layer of white flowers quickly emerged from the window glass.

The weather is very cold today, the wind is also very strong, and the air pressure is very low, as if there will be rain at any time.

The dead trees on the roadside swing in the wind, and the dead leaves rolled in the north swept the ground, making a "slope" sound.

The yellow sand runs on the ground, and the dark clouds cover the sun.

It is a fifty-minute drive from the hospital to the villa.

Qiao Sinian took a look at his watch and it was eight o'clock in the morning.

His slender fingers skillfully moved the steering wheel, and his heart felt indescribable.

He classified this feeling as "thought".

I haven't seen her for many days, but I actually thought about it very much.

He remembered those twelve years when he was on business trips. Every time he returned home from the airport, the most common thing in his mind was her face.

The mood at this moment is very similar to those years.

traffic light.

Qiao Sinian stopped the car and frowned slightly.

He supported his head with his left hand and placed his right hand on the steering wheel, and gently tapped his fingers with distinct joints.

His slightly raised eyes looked forward.

The fog is still thick and you can't see too far.

My memory suddenly jumped to the middle of winter three years ago.

Time before the New Year.

That was his last business trip in the old year. He finally arrived at Beijing International Airport the day before New Year's Eve.

Along the way, she called him a lot and confirmed his plane's arrival time over and over again.

She also told him that she had been on winter vacation for more than ten days and he had not come back yet.

The voice was very aggrieved, like a doll abandoned alone.

When he heard her aggrieved voice, his heart felt indescribable and his heart would hurt.

It was already eleven o'clock when he arrived at the airport. At that time, he returned to Qiao's house from the airport, and it was filled with fog.

He was feeling similar at that time.
Chapter completed!