The night was very dry, and the dissolving moonlight shone on the ground, and the dusky color fell on Ye Jiaji's body. 【Fengyun Reading Network. 】

She looked down at her feet.

Familiar grass and trees.

She wore a white coat today, and a burgundy scarf around her neck, which was very sweet.

Her hair grew long, and the ends of it curled slightly, adding a touch of charm to her sweetness.

In winter, the wind is cold, and everywhere is in a state of withering.

She was waiting, silently waiting.

The scarf covered half of her face, but it still couldn't keep the night cold at bay.

She shuddered twice, her hands were clasped, her eyes were white mist, and there were crystal tears on her long eyelashes.

After all, since she came to the capital, she has not been absent from the winter in the capital.

The memory is a little out of the box.

Every winter, her hands and feet are always cold, and that cold feeling makes her toss and turn at night and can't sleep.

At that time, she always likes to run into Josnian's room in the middle of the night and lie to him: "Cold." ”

Joss avoided suspicion and would not refuse in person, but he would not sleep with her in a bed.

When she came, he slept on the couch and gave her the warm bed.

He knew that her hands and feet were cold, especially when she was on period, and the situation was even more serious.

Strange to say, every time she slept in his bed and sniffed the breath that belonged to him on his pillow, she could always sleep peacefully and sleep until dawn.

She likes his bed, so much.

No matter how old he is, Josnian is not very happy, and he is more and more suspicious.

It was about fifteen years later, and when she went into his room, he wouldn't even open the door.

Ye Jiaqi had no choice but to go back and get back into his cold bed.

In today's winter, her hands and feet are still cold, and the problems brought by her mother's womb cannot be cured.

At this moment, Ye Jiaqi was standing in the wind, a little cold.

Neither the coat nor the scarf could hide the biting chill of the capital, which cut her face like a knife.

Bone-chilling cold.

Standing in the open air for half an hour, she couldn't hold it anymore and her feet were numb.

She stamped her foot vigorously and held her hands.

Under the open air, her figure is particularly lonely.

Ye Jiaqi was a little unbearable.

Hasn't he come back yet?

She didn't dare to go to the door of Qiao's house, she knew that he had given an order, and idlers could not enter.

She must be able to wait for him, a lot of words, a lot of words, she wants to ask him face to face.

But it's so cold.

"Joss year, Joss year......" she said his name in her mouth, "why haven't you come back yet......"

She's so cold.

Ye Jiaqi couldn't bear it, she took out her mobile phone from her coat pocket tremblingly, her fingers were shaking.

She called Josnian's cell phone number.

She came to China to change her mobile phone card, and she didn't know if he could pick it up.

Sure enough, no one answered the first time.

Ye Jiaqi's hands were red from the cold, and she took a breath of hot air from her mouth.

A shallow mist began to rise in mid-air, and her forehead hair was wet.

She hadn't tried to wait for someone in such cold weather......

For more than 20 years, the person she has waited for the most is him.

I called it a third time, and finally someone picked it up.

"Hey." Jos's usual cold voice sounded.

"Master Qiao, I'm waiting for you." Ye Jiaqi's voice trembled, very soft.

Josnian's heart skipped a beat, and he breathed heavily: "Where are you." ”

"You, at the doorstep." After speaking, Ye Jiaqi couldn't hold it anymore, and his fingers were numb from the cold.

With a "bang", the phone slipped out of her hand and fell to the ground, shattering the screen.