Hearing this, the corners of Qiao Sinian's lips rose with a beautiful arc. [Full text reading. 】

Ye Jiaqi that night was really arrogant.

Yes, arrogant.

But he indulged her.

"The woman who pinched me today is her mother." Ye Jiaqi said truthfully.

"Oh." Josnian replied, his eyes slightly cold, "Revenge on you?" ”

In the dark, the silhouette of Josnian's face was cold and resolute, revealing a chill.

"Almost."

Ye Jiaqi was reluctant to explain more.

The time when I was eight years old was unbearable.

His father was an alcoholic, his stepmother was fierce, and his sister was arrogant.

Home is not like home.

She was also bullied so much that she had nowhere to complain but to cry.

Now that I think about it, her habit of crying was probably developed at that time.

Qiao Sinian didn't ask anymore, she didn't say, he always had a way to check.

What he promised hers would not be empty words.

When I arrived at Qiao's house, it was already late, and Qiao Chengfan was sleeping soundly.

Qiao Sinian gave him to Steward Sun to hold, and he helped Ye Jia to come down.

When Steward Tang saw the scratches on Qiao Sinian's neck, he couldn't help but be concerned: "Master Qiao, on your neck"

"Out of the way."

Qiao Sinian and Ye Jiaqi walked into the living room.

Steward Tang didn't ask much, but in fact, he knew that it was a woman's nail print

In addition to Ye Jiaqi, who else.

"I'll sleep with Xiao Fanfan tonight." Ye Jiaqi hung his head and looked well-behaved.

"Hmm."

Josnian took off his coat and answered.

Ye Jiaqi glanced at him, the nail marks on his neck were quite heavy.

Will he go to the group tomorrow to attract the attention of employees?

It's quite conspicuous anyway.

But she can't be blamed either.

Ye Jiaqi lowered his head, changed his slippers and walked upstairs.

"Wait." Joss called out to her.

He walked in her direction until he reached her.

Ye Jiaqi looked at him puzzled, and his big eyes were as clear as mist.

Qiao Sinian raised his hand, his eyes faded from his usual indifference, and added a bit of gentleness and pampering.

Reaching out to comb the broken hair around her ears, her thin lips opened lightly.

"Good night."

The voice is as mellow and deep as a cello.

Ye Jiaqi's gaze dodged.

After saying "good night" in a panic, he quickly ran up the stairs.

Panicked, like a restless rabbit.

The heart, like a picture that has been put together with great difficulty, is suddenly disrupted again.

She knew she loved him.

Loved.

That's in the past tense.

Today, time is not as good as it was then.

Pushing open the door, she saw Xiao Fanfan's quilt fall to the ground.

She put away her thoughts, hurriedly walked over, and covered the quilt for the little one.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she bent down and looked at Xiao Fanfan carefully.

This child is so cute, with pink makeup, white and tender.

It's really similar to Jos's age, and he has inherited all of Jos's excellent genes.

The little one called her "Mommy" twice, and she remembered it.

It's a pity that she is not his mother.

There is also a red rope tied by the little guy on his wrist, which is bright and bright.

Joss went into his bedroom.

After taking a shower, he wrapped himself in a dressing gown and sat on the sofa by the window.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the night is dark, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the autumn mood is strong.

He pulled out his phone.

"Meng Shen."

"Master Qiao, I'm here."

"Check out whether there was that dispute this afternoon."

"Checked, the woman who did it to Miss Ye is called He Dangui, who has made a third-level small movie, and just arrived in the capital this year, and all kinds of clinging to the powerful. Her daughter's name is Zuo Qianqian, and she has always wanted to be popular and want to be the heroine. ”