Ye Jiaqi smiled and threw the Ragdoll Cat into his arms: "Liar, why doesn't my little Guai miss me?"

In fact, Cheng Yuzhi is a big liar.

When he returned to the bakery, Cheng Yuzhi took Xiaoguai back from the garden and carried it to Ye Jiaqi.

The little guy missed Ye Jiaqi. His two big eyes were looking at Ye Jiaqi, and he wanted to put all four claws on Ye Jiaqi's body.

"Meow--"

"Meow--"

Ye Jiaqi loved her Xiaoguai so much, and giggled and carried Xiaoguai into his arms.

"Hey, hey." She looked at the little guy carefully.

Xiaoguai licked the back of Ye Jiaqi's hand and squinted his eyes and looked at Ye Jiaqi.

"I'm not angry if you say you're fat." Ye Jiaqi touched its little head.

Cheng Yuzhi sent her to the apartment.

He walked behind with his suitcase, while Ye Jiaqi walked beside him with Xiaoguai in his arms.

Under the stairs, an old American woman said in English: "Have the family returned from a trip?"

Cheng Yuzhi smiled but said nothing, and Ye Jiaqi quickly explained: "No, we are friends."

"Oh!" The old lady suddenly realized.

The elevator stopped on the eighth floor.

As soon as Xiaogui returned to his home, he ran away, rushed from the bedroom to the living room, and from the living room to the kitchen, without stopping.

"Let's just put your suitcase in the bedroom, I'll clean it up later."

"Are you hungry? It's almost time to eat, I'll take you downstairs to have dinner later?" Cheng Yuzhi asked.

"I'm not too hungry. I'm eating on the plane, I'm just a little tired. I think..."

"Okay, you rest, I'll go back first. When you rest, call me and I'm here." Cheng Yuzhi was understanding, with a bright and gentle face, and his eyes were full of tenderness, just like a willow in March.

Ye Jiaqi rubbed his temples and nodded: "Thank you, Mr. Cheng, I am really grateful."

"Stay rest, don't be too tired. Call me directly if you need it."

Cheng Yuzhi did not stay any longer, and he saw a tired and tired look on Ye Jiaqi's face.

He waved at her again before leaving her apartment.

Ye Jiaqi is indeed very tired, dizzy, and the sequelae of flying.

She settled Xiaoguai and went to the bedroom to pack her luggage.

Ye Jiaqi forced himself to squat on the ground, hung his clothes into the closet, and placed daily necessities in place.

Her clothes were washed by Qiao's servants, and the smell was still the same as Qiao's servant. She smelled them since she was a child, and the familiarity was lingering.

Suddenly, just as she took out all her clothes, she found a box under the box-

This box!

Ye Jiaqi widened his eyes!

This is the Snow White iron box that she once tried hard to find...

The iron box has long been rusted, and the Snow White pattern on the lid is also blurred, leaving only a little color that can be vaguely distinguished.

Ye Jiaqi's hands were trembling, and a light mist floated in his eyes.

How did this box appear in her suitcase?

She searched in Qiao's house for so long last year but couldn't find it, why did it suddenly appear?

Although she hadn't opened the box for years, she knew what it was inside.

All of them were small notes she wrote back then.

There are no big articles above, they are all her thoughts, about mood, about weather, about him...

Seeing this box now, Ye Jiaqi's heart felt like he was hit by an iron hammer.

With a "boom", it broke.

Her trembling hands took the box out of her suitcase and opened it carefully.

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Chapter completed!