"Or else? Take care of you like a mature man? Fang Cheng's voice was soft. [Full text reading. 】

Fang Ya's eyes darkened, and there was no bottom in her eyes.

She lowered her head, a strand of hair hanging down her ear.

The wind suddenly blows a pool of spring water.

"Ah Cheng." Fang Ya diverted the topic, "You say, who is Qiao Chengfan's biological mother?" ”

Over there, Fang Cheng frowned.

"Isn't Master Qiao also looking for it, I haven't found it for so long, it seems that the woman is also dead."

"As far as I know, Qiao Ye is not a man with a chaotic private life."

"But Qiao Ye has been in the capital for many years, and there are a few women, isn't it normal?" Fang Cheng disagreed.

"That's what you said." Fang Ya retracted her thoughts, "It's just that Ye Jiaqi, this woman, is very deep in the city, she is approaching Qiao Chengfan, I'm afraid she is making some calculations." ”

"It's just a dog raised in Qiao's house, what else do you want to think?"

"Yes, she can still turn the sky upside down, Qiao Ye's things, it's not her turn yet."

"So, Yaya, you can rest assured."

"Okay, let's not talk about it, Lawyer Zhang is here, I'll talk to him."

"Okay, take care."

Fang Ya hung up the phone and looked up at the window.

The sun shone limpily on the ground, with little light, and in the distance were rows of tall, bare trees.

The indescribable gloom and chill are the unique atmosphere of winter in Beijing.

The air floated with grains floating and sinking, and when the wind blew, it scattered in all directions.

Fang Ya put away her shawl, put away her phone, and walked to the living room.

Three days before Chinese New Year's Eve, it was already a lively and noisy house.

Lights are everywhere, and the atmosphere of the New Year is very strong.

Qiao Chengfan was taken out to play by Huo Jingyi, and Ye Jiaqi went out for a walk alone.

There isn't much thought of buying something new.

Even, the word "New Year" had faded in her heart three years ago.

Walking and walking, at the end of an old alley, Ye Jiaqi saw a seller of plum blossom cakes.

After a pause, she stood in front of the stall in a trance.

Old streets, old scenes, vague old times.

When she was a child, the family conditions were not very good, but her mother would buy her a lot of delicious plum blossom cakes every Chinese New Year.

Later, when I came to Qiao's house, I couldn't change my habits, and I always wanted to eat.

I didn't dare to ask for it in the first year.

In the second year, she couldn't help but be greedy, and began to talk to Josnian and knock on the side.

"Qiao Shao, you see that plum blossom cake seems to be delicious."

"Qiao Shao, the old man who makes plum blossom cakes is so hard, there are few guests, and the weather is so cold."

"Qiao Shao, it's really cold today, eat something warm to warm your stomach."

Someone walks by her side and doesn't pay attention to her.

It wasn't until she walked back to Qiao's house that her plum blossom cake was also in the soup.

She sat wilting at home, unhappy.

But the next day, there were a few hot plum cakes on her table, still steaming.

"Aunt Lu bought it." He dropped the plum blossom cake and left.

She looked at his back and flew with joy!

Although Aunt Lu bought it, she was also happy!

When I was young, I could be happy for a long time with small things.

The boy doesn't know what it's like to be sad.

"Girl, do you want to buy one? It's just done, and it's delicious. ”

At the mouth of the alley, the old woman shouted Ye Jiaqi.

Ye Jiaqi came back to his senses and nodded: "Buy one." ”

She found a quiet place and sat alone on the cold steps and ate.

At the end of the sight, there is nothing.

It was empty, and she was the only one like a kitten.