Qiao Sinian held his head, and a word suddenly popped up in his mind—

The heart of home is like an arrow.

He remembered those years, whenever he went home, it was almost the same scene, and she sat on the sofa waiting for him.

Sometimes, she was watching TV and eating snacks, and sometimes she was already asleep.

But there were also a few times when he couldn't see her when he came home.

The two moods are completely different.

Some things and some feelings are quietly buried in time without realizing it and growing silently.

By the time it rushes out of the heart, it is already deeply rooted and can never be changed.

It can be regarded as a habit or an obsession.

The car drove forward. When it was about to arrive at the villa, Qiao Sinian picked up his cell phone and dialed Ye Jiaqi's number.

"Why did you reply to my phone call? Mr. Qiao, are you yourself??"

Before he could speak, a panic sound came from the other end.

"You talk!"

"Stand at the door and wait for me for three minutes." Qiao Sinian spoke slowly.

On the other end, Ye Jiaqi was stunned.

The feeling of a strange slid across my heart...

He's back?

When he came to his senses, Ye Jiaqi hurriedly ran out in his slippers and ran towards the door!

It was his voice, nothing wrong, it was too familiar.

Depressed, restrained, mellow.

"Qiqi, where are you going?" Xiao Fanfan was sitting on a chair for breakfast. When he saw Ye Jiaqi running towards the door, he was about to jump down.

Qiqi can't run...

Ye Jiaqi ran out of the living room quickly just as if he hadn't heard Xiao Fanfan's voice.

The fog outside is very heavy, and the world is full of gray colors.

At first glance, there was only white fog, dead trees, and long roads.

"Miss Ye, Miss Ye!" The servant ran out, "You put on your coat, it's very windy outside, it's too cold!"

The servant held a coat in his hand.

The outside is not as good as the living room. There is heating in the living room, and the wind outside is whistling.

Qiao Chengfan just ran to the door and was stopped by the servant: "Young master, don't come out, it's cold outside."

"No, I want Qiqi!" Xiao Fanfan stretched out a hand and stretched forward desperately.

Ye Jiaqi stood at the gate and looked up at the road.

He is fine, right? He didn't encounter a landslide, right?

She was afraid to see another injured Qiao Sinian. The last time he came back from severe injury, she no longer knew what she was feeling.

What about this time?

Nothing will happen.

But why didn't he answer her phone yesterday? She called her no less than fifty times.

Ye Jiaqi stood in the wind, and her hair was blowing from the north.

She narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at the front of the road with a burning gaze. The luster in her eyes was clearly extinguished.

"Miss Ye." The servant took her coat and put it on, "Is Mr. Qiao back?"

"Yes." Ye Jiaqi looked forward.

"Miss Ye, go back and change your shoes. If Mr. Qiao sees you come out wearing slippers, he will feel distressed." The servant knew that Qiao Sinian was particularly good to Ye Jiaqi.

Ye Jiaqi shook his head gently.

He said that in three minutes, she would go to change her shoes, and there was no time.

Qiao Chengfan broke away from the servant's arm and slipped out from the servant's arm like a little earthworm.

He jumped and ran to Ye Jiaqi's side.

The wind was too strong, and as soon as he came out, his little face was frozen red.

"Well, Qiqi, is it my father back? Is it?" Qiao Chengfan grabbed the corner of Ye Jiaqi's clothes.

"Little guy, go in quickly. It's too cold, go in." Ye Jiaqi said with a distressed heart.

"No, Dad is back, I have to wait for Dad." Qiao Chengfan shook his head disobediently.
Chapter completed!