I don’t know how long it took, but Qiao Sinian put on his sunglasses and walked towards Rolls-Royce.

Meng Chen followed closely behind.

"Master Qiao, won't you sit for a while? It's so hot outside." Butler Tang felt sorry for him and stood in the cemetery for so long.

Qiao Sinian didn't say anything and left.

Meng Chen drove.

The black Rolls-Royce quickly drove away from the cemetery and became farther and farther away.

Qiao Sinian's eyebrows were full of haggard and tiredness. He rubbed his temples and closed his eyes.

Because of the sunglasses, Meng Chen could not see his face, but he knew that Qiao Sinian was not sleeping.

"Master, when I was young, my father often told me that life needs to look forward, and beautiful things can always cover up bad things." Meng Chen's voice was gentle, "I think if he knew about it, he would definitely think so."

He could not understand Qiao Sinian's entire psychology, but he knew that everything should always be looked forward.

This was what my father taught him since he was a child.

Qiao Sinian remained silent.

Meng Chen no longer spoke, and the car fell into a brief silence.

Meng Chen hasn't seen a smile on Qiao Sinian's face for a long time.

A smile is a rare thing for this man, but now it is even more rare.

The sun poured on the glass window, and the shattered light was like broken jade, like pearls, colorful.

Today is sunny and cloudless.

...

That night, Qiao Sinian went to the bar to drink a lot of wine. When he returned to Qiao's house, it was already late at night.

Meng Chen sent Qiao Sinian back.

"Buyer Sun, cook some sobering tea for Master Qiao." Meng Chen reminded.

"Oh, okay." Butler Sun hurriedly said, "Mr. Meng, is Mr. Qiao drunk?"

"Well, but Master Qiao is good at drinking. You don't have to worry. Just cook some sober tea and take good care of him."

"Mr. Meng, what's wrong with Mr. Qiao? Why are you suddenly drunk? Is it too much work pressure?"

"No." Meng Chen said lightly, "I'll go back first."

"OK."

Meng Chen sent Qiao Sinian back, and he drove away alone.

It was quiet late at night, and the sound of insects mixed in the wind.

It's scattered and chaotic in the quiet.

Under the light of street lights, the shadows of trees are everywhere and the branches and leaves are intertwined.

Qiao Zui was still used to it, and there was no change, but the change might be... becoming quieter.

Meng Chen drove away, and he saw an Alaska running in the rearview mirror.

After running for a while, Alaska could not catch up, so he did not continue to follow, but his eyes were pitiful, half lonely and half hurt.

Meng Chen knew that it was a dog raised by Qiao Chengfan - Rice Ball.

Meng Chen didn't know what it felt like, and his limbs were filled with astringent smell and an indescribable heaviness.

Meng Chen's car drove far away, and the rice ball went home with a dejected shaking its tail.

Butler Sun happened to get down from the upper floor and she brought the rice ball back to its cage again.

"Hey, why did you run out?" Butler Sun touched its head.

During this period, whenever a car comes to Qiao's house, rice balls will run up happily.

However, if you don't see the person you want to see, it will become very depressed.

Butler Sun found that during this period, the amount of rice balls intake was gradually decreasing, and he didn't eat anything he fed. He didn't even look at the beef he liked, and he lost a lot of pounds.

I was wilted and listless all day long.

In the past, it liked to make trouble with Ah Li, but now it only likes to lie on the ground, and sometimes it doesn't move for a whole day.

Butler Sun was afraid and thought it had some disease.

But the veterinarian has visited him and there is no problem with the Rice Tuan.
Chapter completed!