Jiang Yunli's mood plummeted in an instant, his tongue pushed against his cheeks, forcibly suppressed the irritability that was blocked in his chest, and he also stood up and walked out.

Qianjiao didn't eat it, so he still ate a hair, and his appetite was gone.

Qianjiao is really busy with business, from the meeting to the present, her mobile phone has hardly left her hand, either sending WeChat or talking on the phone, he is just a few steps later than her, such a moment of effort, she is immersed in work and can't extricate herself.

Xiu's eyebrows were slightly frowned, his expression was solemn, and he was chatting with the other end of the phone about topics that were boring for him, but he just enjoyed the moment.

Qianjiao's voice is soft, but it is not a weak hexagram, with a bit of demon in the delicate, and a little bit of charm in the softness, which is very recognizable.

At this time, the sky began to rain again, lapping the ground, and strings of raindrops fell from the eaves, smashing at their feet, a trace of coolness touched their skin, and the air was mixed with the smell of earth, but the smell of perfume emanating from her body was floating between her noses, not strong, like a fresh lily, faint and soft but refreshing, making people linger.

Jiang Yunli had fantasized many times about a picture like this moment, and she was standing beside him, standing side by side with him, a stone's throw away.

After Qianfan graduated from junior high school and went abroad, he didn't have the line close to Qianjiao, he was in a state of anxiety for a while, living like a walking corpse every day, life was boring and unmotivated.

It wasn't until later that he couldn't stand the days when he couldn't hear anything from her, and he also asked his father to transfer him to her country, but after going through all the formalities for studying abroad, Qianjiao finished his studies and returned to China, and he was ecstatic like a fool.

Qianjiao is back, then he must have firmly chosen to stay in Kyoto, and he was scolded by his father for his sudden change of hexagram.

The city has the breath of Qianjiao, and finally it has become less empty, and so is his heart.

For so many years, in fact, he didn't see her once, but every time, he just watched from afar, like a despicable voyeur, spying on her life.

He knew that she arrived at the company on time at 7 o'clock in the morning, got off work at an irregular time, stayed up late and worked overtime was common, and had one day on the weekend to rest and relax, go for a morning run in the park, and occasionally take a walk to the supermarket in the evening.

Before that, he didn't know how long this life of looking up, snooping, and silently following her would last, he just couldn't find an excuse or opportunity to contact her.

But a few days ago, the news of Qianjiao's disappearance spread widely, and he waited at her house, at the company, and at the places she often went, but he couldn't see her.

In the end, he waited in the square, and every day of waiting was like waiting for the verdict to be announced, torment, panic, and the whole world was gloomy for him.

In the view of micro. When the news of her return was announced, God knows how happy he was, and he couldn't wait to go to the Qianshi Group to have a look, and he would be relieved to see her people.

But the gears of fate began to turn, and she drove him with water, and he finally seized the opportunity to break into her life in the open.

It would be nice if time stood still.

However, this second he thought so, and the next second Qianjiao hung up the phone.

"Finished eating?" She put away her phone and glanced at Jiang Yunli next to her, Jiang Yunli's gaze staring at her was too deep, which made Qianjiao a little suspicious, what kind of eyes?

To be honest, if it weren't for Jiang Yunli's really good face, if anyone else looked at her with such unscrupulous eyes, she would backhand an over-the-shoulder fall and pick out the other party's greasy eyes.

Qianjiao's voice pulled Jiang Yunli's distant thoughts back, he retracted his gaze violently, lowered his eyes, and made a vague "um" sound.

Qianjiao looked at the rain curtain like a veil, frowned, and muttered: "This rain is really endless." ”

Jiang Yunli also followed her gaze and looked casually: "It's like this before and after the Dragon Boat Festival, and it rains a lot." ”

As soon as the words came out, he regretted it, and turned his head to look at Qianjiao, even though Qianjiao had no expression on her face, but her eyes suddenly flashed a little gloomy.

Dragon boat festival.... For Qianjiao, it was a sensitive day.

Because that day... It was her mother's death day.