In five years, can you polish a person into another look?

If it weren't for the fact that her face was still like this, and there was always stubbornness in her eyes, he thought...... He didn't even recognize it. [No pop-ups. 】

"In the near future." Josnian lowered his head and responded lightly.

"Oh." Meng Shen bowed his head and didn't ask again.

The heart, if you hold it with one hand, even your breathing is a little short.

His pulse was beating hard, and he closed his eyes, trying to calm himself.

Qiao Sinian flipped through the report in his hand, his face calm.

"Master Qiao, I'm guarding here, you haven't slept all night, go and rest." Meng Shen said, "Or go back and see Miss Ye and the little young master, Miss Ye thinks that something happened to you, and I'm afraid you're in a very bad mood." ”

"Hmm."

Meng Shen knew that Qiao Sinian had been working hard for Fang Ya and Fang Cheng these days, and he hadn't slept all night yesterday.

"Here in the hospital, I'll send more people to watch, and it'll be fine. I will keep you informed of the situation in Fangcheng. Meng Shen said.

"Okay." Qiao Sinian closed the report and returned it to Meng Shen, "I'll go back to the villa first." ”

"I'll call the driver."

"No, I'll drive myself."

"Then be careful on the road, the smog outside is still very heavy, and it has not dispersed." Meng Shen advised.

Josnian nodded, took the car keys and went downstairs.

The fog outside really hadn't dispersed, and there was a thick white fog mixed with yellow sand everywhere.

The color of the whole city is dim, there is no sun, there is no day, and even the clouds in the sky are covered with gray and flutter in the wind.

Visibility is very low.

Josnian drove very carefully and slowly.

From the time he appeared in Qiao's Group to now, it was less than an hour.

A black Rolls-Royce weaved through the mist, and a layer of white flowers soon appeared on the windowpanes.

It's cold today, the wind is strong, and the air pressure is very low, as if there will be rain at any time.

The dead trees on the side of the road swayed in the wind, and the north swept the ground with dead leaves, making a "whoosh" sound.

The yellow sand walks on the ground, and the dark clouds cover the sun.

It is a fifty minute drive from the hospital to the villa.

Josnian glanced at his watch, and it was eight o'clock in the morning.

His slender fingers skillfully moved the steering wheel, and his heart was filled with indescribable tastes.

He ascribed the taste to "longing."

I hadn't seen her for a few days, but I thought so much.

He remembered that in those twelve years, he was away on a business trip, and every time he came home from the airport, her face floated the most in his mind.

The mood at this moment is very similar to those years.

Traffic light.

Josnian stopped the car, frowning slightly.

The left hand props up the head, the right hand rests on the steering wheel, and the knobly knotted fingers tap gently.

Slightly raised eyes look ahead.

The fog was still thick and I couldn't see too far.

The memory suddenly jumped to that midwinter three years ago.

The time before the New Year.

It was his last business trip in the old calendar year, and he finally arrived at Beijing International Airport the day before Chinese New Year's Eve.

Along the way, she called him a lot, checking over and over again the arrival time of his plane.

She also told him that she had been on winter vacation for more than ten days and that he had not returned.

The voice is very aggrieved, like a rag doll abandoned by loneliness.

At that time, as soon as he heard her aggrieved voice, his heart was filled with indescribable feelings, and his heart would hurt.

When he arrived at the airport, it was already eleven o'clock at night, and it was foggy all the way from the airport back to Qiao's house.

He was in a similar mood then than he is now.