The glow of the street lamp shone on her like moonlight, and her pure white knitted skirt was dyed a faint orange. [Full text reading. 】

There was a breeze blowing, and Ye Jiaqi gently picked up the fluttering broken hair.

Huo Jingyi stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and watched.

If she looked back, she could see him in front of the window.

But, until she got into a taxi, she didn't look back.

Huo Jingyi drank all the red wine in the cup.

As soon as Ye Jiaqi got in the car, Qiao Sinian's phone called again.

Helpless, she had no choice but to pick it up.

"Master Qiao."

"Why didn't you answer my phone just now?"

Qiao Sinian suppressed his temper, but his tone was a little colder.

"Busy."

"What are you busy doing so late?"

"Do I need to report my every move to you?"

"Xiao Fanfan can't write homework, why don't you go back?"

Ye Jiaqi choked.

As soon as Joss moved out the little sail, she was out of line.

No matter who Qiao Chengfan had with whom Qiao Chengfan was born, the little guy is innocent.

"Got it." Ye Jiaqi responded lightly.

During the time when Qiao Sinian was not in the capital, she thought about what to do.

She was afraid that the little one would have feelings for her, and that when she left him, he would cry heartbreakingly.

"Ye Jiaqi, stay in Qiao's house well, don't think about anything else, otherwise, don't blame me for being unkind." Josnian warned her coldly.

Ye Jiaqi was stunned, her careful thinking was obvious?

She grabbed her phone and didn't say a word for a while.

Unable to hear Ye Jiaqi's voice, Qiao Sinian thought it was scaring her, so he eased his tone.

"Wait until I get back."

Ye Jiaqi turned his head to look out the window——

It was windy outside, and a few drops of rain fell on the windows.

There are a little more water beads on the window, which converge into a line little by little.

The car was quiet, so quiet that she could hear the raindrops hitting the window.

Tick, tick......

"Speak." Joss kept his voice down, slightly dissatisfied.

Ye Jiaqi came back to his senses at this time: "It's raining." ”

"What?"

"It's nothing, Master Qiao, is there anything else? If you don't, hang up. ”

"Feeling bad?"

"When it rains, you inevitably think of unhappy things." Ye Jiaqi's tone was bland.

His eyes looked out the window in confusion.

Under the rain, the lights are blurred, and the halo is dyed one by one.

Red, green, and green, like flowers blooming in spring.

"Wait until I get back."

He still said that.

Suddenly, he remembered the time when he was in Qiao's house.

She would wait for him to come home every night, and sometimes it would be too late and she would fall asleep on the couch.

Every time, she would say "I'm waiting for you".

From the age of eight to twenty.

Twelve years.

He remembered the note in the candy box again, every word and sentence.

Ye Jiaqi responded with a plausible "um" and hung up the phone.

The rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier, and the wind was blowing.

Qiao's house is in a remote area, and the further the car goes, the quieter it becomes. All around was quiet, the wind stirred the leaves, making a "rustling" sound.

The raindrops "crackled" on the windows, and it was cold.

There is no thunder in late autumn, Ye Jiaqi is not afraid, but his mood is a little heavy.

It's like a thousand pounds of stone pressing on my heart, and even breathing is a little depressed.

"Girl, this place you live in is a villa area, why doesn't there be a driver to pick you up?" The driver asked curiously.

Ye Jiaqi smiled: "I am a tutor for make-up classes, not from here." ”

"Oh, that's it."

The driver stopped talking.