"Sister Ye, I'll help you get it. [No pop-ups. "Where do the servants dare to let Ye Jiaqi do it himself.

She hurriedly took the suitcase in Ye Jiaqi's hand.

"I'll just take a taxi myself, so I don't have to trouble the driver." Ye Jiaqi said.

"Let the driver drop you off, it's hard to get a taxi here."

"It's okay, don't bother anyone else." Sister Ye said with a smile.

Where is she sister, she used to be the same as them, but Qiao Sinian was better to her, didn't let her work, and had the best food and clothing.

But she still didn't know who she was.

In those years, Steward Tang would remind her from time to time that she was just picked up on the street, not a sister.

She knows all of this.

She will never be pampered, nor will she squander money, nor will she bully others.

Except that he is not very good at working, he is no different from ordinary people.

As soon as I got out of the living room, a gust of wind blew, and it was very cold.

Ye Jiaqi wrapped his scarf tightly and buried his head in his hat.

This year's winter came early and was extraordinarily long.

Ye Jiaqi turned his head and glanced at the villa.

It's not been here for long, but she still likes it.

This place is different from Qiao's house, there is less solemnity here, and more bright lines.

Today, the sun still hasn't come out.

The sky was overcast with clouds, obscuring the sun.

There was a white mist in the air, and she stood outside for a moment, her forehead hair already wet.

Ye Jiaqi walked down the steps, took the suitcase from the servant's hand, and dragged the suitcase out.

She looked down at the road beneath her feet, her red scarf and hat covering most of her face, and only a pair of clear, bright eyes were exposed.

She was wearing a thick white coat and high-heeled boots today, which was very warm, but not cold.

"You go back, I'll just stand at the intersection by myself." Ye Jiaqi waved at her.

"Sister Ye, I'll accompany you."

"No, I don't."

The maid didn't know what to do, Ye Jiaqi was too persistent.

The wind blew Ye Jiaqi's slightly messy hair.

She dragged her suitcase and walked out along the gate.

However, before he could get to the fountain, the door of the villa slowly opened, and a black Rolls-Royce Phantom drove in.

Ye Jiaqi subconsciously dodged, his eyes flustered.

The hand holding the suitcase clenched, and the knuckles were white.

It was clear that Josnian, who was sitting in the passenger seat, saw her.

Ye Jiaqi panicked, and his gaze couldn't dodge.

At this point, how did he come back

But the servant was very happy and hurriedly greeted him.

Rolls-Royce did not drive into the garage and stopped at the door.

Qiao Siniansen's cold, gloomy gaze fell directly on Ye Jiaqi's body, and when he slid down, he saw her yellow suitcase.

His sharp eyes were raised, and there was a cold chill all over his body.

This kind of knot, Ye Jiaqi will definitely not be able to run, and she doesn't believe that she can run on two legs on four wheels.

She stood awkwardly, fingers running over the handle of the suitcase.

Ye Jiaqi didn't move, and Qiao Sinian didn't get out of the car.

The maid had run half the way, and felt that something was wrong, so he did not dare to move.

The air pressure is very low.

The atmosphere is even more indifferent and abnormal.

No one dares to speak easily.

For five minutes, Josnian didn't see her turn back.

With a "bang", he opened the car door with a cold face and forcefully.

His black leather shoes stomped on the ground, and he strode towards her.

Ye Jiaqi is afraid of Joss Nian, especially the angry Joss Nian.