On Monday, Ye Jiaqi went to work as usual. [No pop-ups. 】

As soon as she arrived at the office, before she could pour a cup of coffee, the front desk handed her an envelope.

"Good time, yours."

"Huh?"

Ye Jiaqi is curious, envelope?

Suspiciously, he opened it and looked at it, and it turned out to be an invitation card that was exactly the same as Huo Jingyi.

Red underside, gilt font, festive fancy.

Flipping it open, it didn't surprise her.

Joss year, Fang Ya.

Seeing that Huo Jingyi's invitation and receiving the invitation were two different things, her fingers still trembled.

His face changed for a moment, but soon returned to his normal level, except for a faint glimmer in his eyes.

Ye Jiaqi put away the invitation card and put it in a drawer.

She got up and went to the pantry to pour a cup of coffee.

The weather outside was nice.

"Good period, your face is not very good, are you not feeling well?" A colleague asked with concern.

Ye Jiaqi came back to his senses: "Huh? No. ”

"You still say no, the coffee is overflowing, do you have something on your mind?"

Ye Jiaqi looked down and hurriedly wiped the table clean with a rag.

"Maybe I didn't sleep well last night, but it's fine." Ye Jiaqi said with a smile.

"If I'm not happy, I'll go shopping with you at night."

"Okay."

Ye Jiaqi smiled and responded casually.

The emotion on the tip of her heart spread a little, and she couldn't tell what kind of emotion it was, like something that had obviously submerged to the bottom of the water, and suddenly floated up.

Ye Jiaqi walked to his place with his coffee.

The head, uncontrollably a little sore.

Turning on the computer, she began to work on her business.

A few press releases to be issued, and several plans to be finalized

She's on her toes all the time.

If you can keep busy like this, it's probably a good thing.

The invitation was pressed under a drawer, and a stack of books was stacked on top of it.

Just as she was immersed in writing the script, the phone on the desk rang.

"Hello."

"Good time."

Ye Jiaqi's hand paused.

The voice, which she was unfamiliar with, trembled for no reason.

I always feel that there are thousands of threads spread out at this moment.

This voice is very gentle, like the spring breeze of the willows in March.

"Hello, you are" Ye Jiaqi's expression was a little dazed.

"I'm Fang Ya." The other one smiled.

"Oh" Ye Jiaqi was a little dazed.

Fang Ya knew all about her from other places, and they had never spoken a word.

But it's also wonderful, I've never seen it head-on, but it's like I've known each other for a long time.

She is positioned as a very gentle and beautiful good wife and mother.

The last time I saw Fang Ya was the morning before she left the country

The morning fog brings dew, and the withered grass continues.

Fang Ya and Qiao Chengfan stood together, with the tall and calm Qiao Sinian behind them.

Their family is safe and peaceful.

She admits that at that moment, she was a little sad.

It's not because Fang Ya and Qiao Sinian are together, but because she dreams of a stable home.

No one wants to be displaced, and the war is in chaos.

"Good time, have you received the invitation?" Fang Ya's voice was exceptionally gentle.

"yes, got it."

Ye Jiaqi responded calmly.

Fang Ya is different from Fang Lan, facing Fang Lan, she still has some confidence.

But Fang Ya was so gentle that she didn't even have emotions.

"It's good to receive it, I've always wanted to invite you, but I heard that you are abroad, and I asked for your address for a long time, and I was afraid that the invitation would be lost."

"No, I got it."

"That's good, it's late, don't mind."