The Qiao and Song families are not competitors and have no disputes of interest, so the friendship between him and Song Shaoyan is very pure.

Qiao Sinian rubbed his eyebrows and his head ached slightly.

It's a pity to be young.

Song Shaoyan is younger than him.

When he hung up the phone, Qiao Sinian's face was obviously not very good and was foggy.

He adjusted his emotions, restrained all the uneasiness in his eyes, and then walked from the balcony to the restaurant.

As a mature man, it is naturally impossible to bring any negative and unhappy things to Ye Jiaqi.

Ye Jiaqi was trying the fried meat he made: "The dishes you cook are so delicious, how did you make them? Teach me another day?"

She was focused on eating vegetables and did not notice Qiao Sinian's expression.

"Yes, the teaching fee."

"Tutorial?" Ye Jiaqi opened his eyes wide and looked at him, and suddenly laughed. She ran to him and kissed him on the lips, "Is this true?"

"This is only enough to learn for five minutes."

"Call the beast!"

"I'm not a beast, why do you want you to scream?" Qiao Sinian shamelessly took her waist, leaned over and pecked on her lips, like a dragonfly squirting the water, extremely gentle.

Ye Jiaqi glared at him, his face flushed.

Every time Qiao Sinian picked her, she remembered the scene of herself wrapping her legs around his waist in the bed.

Every time, he thought she didn't scream loud enough, it was a beast.

"Eat." Qiao Sinian no longer teased her.

He was still thinking about Song Shaojun's phone call in his mind.

This time when Song Shaoyan's ashes returned to China, I'm afraid there won't be many people who know about it. In other words, there are only a few people on the way to the underworld.

He will definitely go.

But he won't take Ye Jiaqi there.

...

Two days later, it rained in the capital.

The rain started falling from around seven or eight in the morning and never stopped.

The rain in the capital is very cold in winter, always carrying the bleak north wind and the coldness. When a drop falls on your body, it will be an endless coldness that will invade the bone marrow.

At four or five o'clock in the morning, the sky was still pitch black, and there was no sound outside, only the rain hit the window.

Qiao Sinian and Song Shaojun agreed to be 5:30 in the morning.

Qiao Sinian got up at around four o'clock.

Ye Jiaqi moved his lips and slept soundly, but did not wake up.

After getting dressed and washing up, Qiao Sinian bent down and printed a kiss on her lips, which was lingering and deep.

He still remembered that on the day when he learned that Song Shaoyan had an accident, Ye Jiaqi told him not to leave her over and over again.

He agreed.

Over the years, many of the promises that have been promised to her have not been fulfilled well, and they will not be able to do so in the future.

Ye Jiaqi smacked his tongue, grabbed the duvet with his claws, and his cheeks were rosy.

Qiao Sinian's lips curled upward curves. After looking at her for a long time, she went downstairs.

The sky is gloomy and the rain is continuous.

The street lights were also wet by the rain, emitting a series of light halos.

Qiao Sinian did not have breakfast, so he drove the car into the rain and drove towards the cemetery.

The cemetery was located in the northern suburbs, and he specially found someone to book it.

There was very quiet and remote, and no one would disturb Song Shaoyan.

Qiao Sinian showed a painful sadness from the bottom of his eyes, like the continuous rain outside the window, with no end.

Although it has been more than a year since the last meeting, Song Shaoyan's voice, appearance and smile are still in his mind.

It seems to be yesterday.
Chapter completed!