Ye Jiaqi's heart beat more and more, and his fingers trembled a little. 【Latest chapter reading. 】

She couldn't tell why she had such an idea, but this idea was indeed getting stronger and stronger.

She rubbed her brow, suppressing the thread-like chaos in her head.

There is a teacup in front of him, and in the cup is brewed black tea.

The tea had long since cooled, but she didn't drink a sip.

Ye Jiaqi's thick and slender eyelashes flutter slightly in the light, like thin butterfly wings.

The private room was extremely quiet, Ye Jiaqi could even hear her own breathing and heartbeat, and the air was still filled with a comforting aroma, but her heart was in her throat.

Five forty-five.

Josnian still hasn't come.

It was only a quarter of an hour before the time they had agreed.

She knew that Josnian was very sensitive to time and had always been a punctual person.

Punctuality is the minimum credit for their business.

That's probably on the way, or maybe I forgot.

Ye Jiaqi looked up at the cake on the table, and the box had not been opened.

She suddenly had no ** to dismantle.

Under the eye, there is an endless seclusion, like a deep pool of water, you can't see the end, and the depth is covered with a layer of shallow blankness

She looked at the cake she had made with her own hands, and at the black wallet she had bought for him.

In my heart, there is an indescribable taste.

Six o'clock sharp.

In the quiet private room, there was still only Ye Jiaqi alone.

At this moment, her eyes were stained with a thick disappointment, and this disappointment spread, from the corners of her eyes to her face.

She curled the corners of her lips slightly, and the corners of her mouth pursed a shallow sneer.

The door of the private room was never pushed open.

He didn't come.

She lowered her head, picked up the phone on the table, and gave him a call.

The number was new, and he said it was the number he had come to the United States to reopen.

I called again, but no one answered.

Twice, still no answer.

Ye Jiaqi no longer plays.

At this moment, it was already half past six.

The warm yellow light shone on her face, and her soft expression added a little wordless complexity.

She should have known a long time ago that he would not give her any true feelings and sincerity.

He didn't show up for her twentieth birthday.

She gave him his birthday, but he still didn't come.

Perhaps, he simply felt that it should not be her to face on important occasions.

Ye Jiaqi lowered his head and buried his head between his arms, and a feeling of weakness swept over.

She didn't mean anything else, but because he happened to be in Chicago and it happened to be his birthday, she thought about celebrating his birthday.

Is everything she has worthless in his eyes?

She really couldn't get him a PR, and she couldn't give him anything valuable

But even if it was carefully prepared, it was still worthless in his eyes.

Worthless.

Ye Jiaqi buried his head deep in the crook of his arm, and the indescribable complex emotions spread little by little, and there was a sour taste among the limbs.

He may have simply forgotten.

But what you promised her can't be done at all, why should you agree?

"Joss is fun to play tricks, isn't it?"

Ye Jiaqi's tears still fell.

She was originally a person with shallow eye sockets, and she likes to cry when she is sad.

This is probably the only way for her to vent.

If you don't cherish it, why trample on it?

Isn't that the thrill of revenge?

If so, he's quite successful, and knows how to stab a person's heart to the ground.

It's not scary to have an open gun or a dark arrow, it's scary to push you down hard after taking you to heaven.