The Qiao and Song families are not competitors, and there are no conflicts of interest, so the friendship between him and Song Shaoyan is very pure. 【Latest chapter reading. 】

Qiao Sinian rubbed his eyebrows, and his head ached faintly.

It's a pity to be young.

Song Shaoyan is younger than him.

Hanging up the phone, Josnian's face was obviously not very good, and the fog was gloomy.

He adjusted his mood, restrained all the unrest in his eyes, and then walked from the balcony to the dining room.

As a mature man, it is naturally impossible to bring anything negative and unhappy to Ye Jiaqi.

Ye Jiaqi was tasting the fried meat he made: "The dishes you cook are really delicious, how do you make them?" Teach me another day, right? ”

She was so focused on eating that she didn't notice Josnian's expression.

"Yes, teaching fees."

"Tuition?" Ye Jiaqi looked at him with wide eyes, and suddenly smiled, she ran to his side and kissed him on the lips, "Isn't that so?" ”

"That's only five minutes of learning."

"Call the beast!"

"I'm not a beast, how can I make you scream." Joss shamelessly grabbed her waist and leaned over to peck her lips, like a dragonfly dotting water, extremely gentle.

Ye Jiaqi glared at him, his face already crimson.

Every time Joss picks up, her mind remembers the image of herself wrapping her legs around his waist in bed.

Every time, he thought she wasn't screaming loud enough, and Zhennyima was a beast.

"Eat." Josnian didn't tease her anymore.

His mind was still thinking about Song Shaojun's phone call.

This time, Song Shaoyan's ashes returned to China, and I am afraid that not many people will know about it, that is to say, on Huangquan Road, only a few people will give him a ride.

He's definitely going to go.

But he won't take Ye Jiaqi there.

Two days later, it rained in the capital.

The rain began to fall at about seven or eight o'clock in the morning and never stopped.

The rain in the capital in winter is very cold, always mixed with the bleak north wind and the cold, and when a drop falls on the body, it is the boundless cold, which invades the bone marrow.

At four or five o'clock in the morning, the sky was still pitch black, and there was no sound outside, only the rain beating on the windows.

Qiao Sinian and Song Shaojun agreed on half past five in the morning.

At four o'clock, Josnian had already gotten up.

Ye Jiaqi moved his lips, slept soundly, and did not wake up.

When she was dressed and washed, Joss leaned down and imprinted a kiss on her lips, the kiss was lingering and deep.

He still remembered that on the day he learned that Song Shaoyan had an accident, Ye Jiaqi asked him over and over again not to leave her.

He agreed.

Over the years, many promises promised to her have not been fulfilled well, and they will not be in the future.

Ye Jiaqi smacked his tongue, his little paws clutched the duvet, his cheeks were rosy.

The corners of Qiao Sinian's lips hooked an upward arc, and he looked at her for a long time before going downstairs.

The sky was overcast and the rain was continuous.

The street lamps were also wet by the rain, emitting a shallow halo of light.

Josnian didn't eat breakfast, so he drove straight into the rain and drove towards the cemetery.

The cemetery is in the northern suburbs, and he specially found someone to set it.

It was quiet and remote, and no one would come to disturb Song Shaoyan.

Qiao Sinian revealed a deep pathos from the bottom of his eyes, like the rain outside the window, with no end.

Although it has been more than a year since they last met, Song Shaoyan's voice and smile are still in his mind.

It seems like it was yesterday.

Josnian's hands holding the steering wheel were white, and the contours of his heavy face were hidden in the dim light, cold and indifferent.