Summer is beautiful, abundant, and peaceful. 【Latest chapter reading. 】

Cicadas are singing green and vibrant.

In such a summer, she imagined how much she wanted to be barefoot and step on the fluffy carpet like before.

Lean on the window and look out the window at the shade of the trees.

Wait for him to come back.

It's a pity that time has not been reversed, and the years have not looked back.

"Master Qiao, you won't disappoint your mother, will you?" Ye Jiaqi looked at him with a burning gaze of moisture, and there was a layer of white mist in his eyes, "My life was originally picked up by you, if it weren't for you, I would have starved to death when I was eight years old." You have allowed me to live in the world for fifteen more years, and during these fifteen years, I have lived happily without too many troubles. ”

"Especially during those twelve years in Qiao's house, I really miss it. You are very kind to me, you are kind to me, and without you, I would not have tasted so many happy things in the world. That lollipop you gave was apple-flavored, I remember."

"Master Qiao, if you want my life, I won't resist, my life is yours. Twelve years of kindness, I can't repay it"

"Thank you for being with me for so many years"

Ye Jiaqi said softly, his voice was shallow hoarse, with choking and blandness.

It was like snowflakes falling in the lake and disappearing in an instant.

If Josnian wanted her life, she had no complaints.

If this hatred is going to end, then she may be the end.

When she died, everything was unraveled.

Ye Jiaqi's big eyes were hollow and weak, his eyes were unfocused, and his pupils were not in focus.

Wet strands of hair stuck to her cheeks, and she looked like a rag doll, lifeless.

The sunlight outside the window fell on the floor of the conference room, and the floor shimmered brightly.

Qiao Sinian stood in front of her, still the same as before, with a slender figure, handsome as a pine, deep and elegant facial features, and a gloomy and restrained gaze.

He looked at her condescendingly, and there was no indescribable meaning in his eyes.

For a long time, he didn't say a word.

Ye Jiaqi squatted on the ground, helpless like a child.

Just like fifteen years ago, scared and terrified.

"Aren't you going to the United States? Just go if you want! Josnian's low, sluggish voice sounded.

"Do you hate me, Master Qiao?" Ye Jiaqi raised his head and looked at him high above.

Josnian tugged at the corners of his lips indifferently, and the corners of his mouth were indescribable.

He no longer answered any of Ye Jiaqi's questions.

Ye Jiaqi knew that he was desperate, and so was she.

Life for life, he asked for the lives of her father and brother, and it seemed right, but she couldn't accept it.

The blood debt is too far away, too heavy.

She and Joss will never cross paths again.

This time, it's goodbye forever.

Qiao Sinian glanced down at her on the ground again, his eyes met, and countless deep charms were indescribable, indescribable, and unclear.

Long.

Josnian turned his head and strode out of the conference room.

The door creaked, and after a few moments, the conference room was silent again.

When the door opened, Ye Jiaqi saw Meng Shen waiting at the door.

Joss left, and he followed.

The door of the conference room closed automatically again, empty, leaving only Ye Jiaqi alone.

The sun is still like that, the table is still like that, but Ye Jiaqi's face is full of despair and helplessness.

She slumped on the cold floor, her hands clasped around her knees.

His weak gaze fell on the empty white wall in front of him.