"Miss Ye, I'll help you get it." The servant dared not let Ye Jiaqi do it himself.

She quickly took the suitcase from Ye Jiaqi's hand.

"I'll just take a taxi by myself, so I don't have to bother the driver." Ye Jiaqi said.

"Let the driver send you it, it's hard to get a taxi here."

"It's okay, don't bother others." Miss Ye smiled.

She is not a little lady. She used to be the same as them, but Qiao Sinian treated her better and did not let her work, and she had the best food, clothing and expenses.

But she still didn't know what she was.

In those years, Butler Tang would remind her from time to time that she had just picked it up from the street and was not a lady.

She knew all this very well.

She never became arrogant by favor, she would not squander money, nor would she bully others with power.

Except for not being able to work, others are no different from ordinary people.

As soon as I left the living room, a gust of wind blew over, which was very cold.

Ye Jiaqi wrapped his scarf tightly and buried his little head in his hat.

This year's winter comes early and is particularly long.

Ye Jiaqi turned his head and looked at the villa.

I haven't been here for a long time, but she still likes it very much.

This place is different from Qiao's house. It is less solemn and more bright lines.

Today, the sun still does not come out.

There are gloomy clouds in the sky, covering the sky and the sun.

White mist floated in the air. She stood outside for a while, and her forehead was already wet.

Ye Jiaqi walked down the steps, took the suitcase from the servant, and dragged the box out.

She looked down at the road beneath her feet, her red scarf and hat covered most of her face, only a pair of clear and bright eyes exposed.

She was wearing a thick white long coat and high heel boots today, which was very warm and didn't feel cold.

"You go back, just stand alone at the intersection." Ye Jiaqi waved to her.

"Miss Ye, I'll accompany you."

“Not used.”

The servant didn't know what to say, Ye Jiaqi was too persistent.

The wind blew Ye Jiaqi's slightly messy hair.

She dragged her suitcase and walked out the gate.

However, before we could walk to the fountain, the villa door slowly opened and a black Rolls-Royce Phantom drove in.

Ye Jiaqi subconsciously hid and his eyes were flustered.

Holding the suitcase tightly, the knuckles turned white.

It was obvious that Qiao Sinian, who was sitting in the co-pilot, saw her.

Ye Jiaqi was in a panic and could not dodge his eyes.

Why did he come back at this point...

The little servant was very happy and hurriedly met him.

Rolls-Royce did not drive into the garage and stopped at the door.

Qiao Sinian was cold and his deep eyes fell straight on Ye Jiaqi's body. When he slid down, he saw her yellow suitcase.

His sharp eyes rose, and his body was filled with cold chill.

Ye Jiaqi definitely couldn't escape this kind of juncture, and she didn't believe that her legs could run over four wheels.

She stood awkwardly, rubbing her suitcase handle.

Ye Jiaqi did not move, and Qiao Sinian did not get off the bus.

The little servant ran halfway and felt something was wrong and didn't dare to move.

The air pressure is very low.

The atmosphere is even more indifferent.

No one dares to speak easily.

For five minutes, Qiao Sinian didn't see her turn back.

With a "bang", he turned cold and opened the car door with force.

He strode towards her as his black leather shoes stepped on the ground.
Chapter completed!