early morning.

Chicago.

After Ye Jiaqi finished drinking a glass of milk, he pulled the calendar. Today is the fourth day of Qiao Sinian's business trip to New York.

He said he would come back in three or four days, will he come back today?

He didn't call her, and she didn't dare to disturb him easily.

Ye Jiaqi sat on the sunny balcony, bathing in soft light, covered her legs with a thin off-white knitted blanket, and under the blanket was her bulging belly.

The morning sun is very gentle, and the entire balcony is covered with a light golden color.

She took a book and wrote and painted. The tip of the pen rubbed it on the paper with a "rustling" sound.

The long hair was tied up randomly with a dark blue satin hairband, and only a few strands of hair hung in the ears, revealing its slender and fair neck.

A small tea table was placed next to the rattan chair, and the tea cup filled with hot water was drifting with white mist.

There is also a small woven basket on the coffee table, with some dried fruits, candies and snacks in it.

In the past two days, she has checked a lot of information.

Without the trivial matters in the company, she could help him with that project with all her heart and focus on it.

She knows what this project means to Josnian.

The sun shone in, and her curled eyelashes gently twitched, casting a faint shadow on her eyelids.

The notebook is full of her achievements. If you are not satisfied, you can paint it off and rewrite it.

A thick book has been written halfway.

"bite"--

The phone rang several times in a row.

Ye Jiaqi took it and opened it.

In an instant, the originally calm eyes were covered with darkness, pupils were tightened, and the eyes were covered with haze.

Her delicate face lost its blood. She opened her mouth wide in surprise and looked at the photos sent from her phone.

Many.

The background...is the same place, the banquet.

There are only two protagonists in it, Qiao Sinian and Jiang Yao.

They are all high-definition photos, extremely clear, so clear... there is no trace of synthesis.

From several angles, Qiao Sinian seemed to be kissing Jiang Yao, and the two were very close, and Jiang Yao seemed to be snuggling in Qiao Sinian's arms.

Without exception, these photos are very ambiguous.

As a person who watched, Ye Jiaqi blushed and his heartbeat.

Jiang Yao's breasts were leaning against Qiao Sinian, and he did not refuse.

Ye Jiaqi closed his eyes and his fingers trembled a little.

Isn't it a business trip?

"Ding" - the phone rang again.

A video is sent.

The video lasts more than three minutes. In the video, Jiang Yao is dancing and Qiao Sinian is playing the piano. The atmosphere at the banquet is very exciting.

The picture...is also a man's love and tenderness.

Ye Jiaqi's heart sank.

She stared at Qiao Sinian in the video and watched it many times. She was telling herself that this was not him, but a man who looked very similar to him.

But she bought the tie on his neck, and the watch on his hand was also familiar to her.

She even saw him playing the piano a few days ago.

Where would you admit your mistake?

It is impossible to admit mistakes.

The hands trembled uncontrollably, and a heart beat wildly, unable to suppress it.

After a long time, Ye Jiaqi felt his chest was stuffy, as if he was pressing on a stone.

He hasn't called her these days.

She was worried about his itinerary, but it seemed... all her worries were redundant.

He didn't need her to worry about it, so many people care about him.
Chapter completed!