Speaking of the little girl, Song Shaojun's eyebrows were filled with fatherly tenderness and doting.

Perhaps thinking of Little Candy, he bent his lips.

"There are not many people in this world who deserve sincere treatment. If you give your sincerity, you have to give everything." Qiao Sinian said quietly, "Even if there is not necessarily a reward."

"I understand." Song Shaojun nodded.

He understood what Qiao Sinian meant.

If you have to give your sincerity, then give everything, even if you have nothing, you will lose everything.

It's worth it too.

He thought that Ning An and Youyou were enough to make him give everything.

Although we met too late, it is not too late.

The night gradually dissipated, the sky gradually became brighter, and the light fell on the tombstone, and Song Shaoyan's photos became clearer.

This gentle and gentle man will always sleep in this land.

The rain is still falling, one after another, without stopping.

Qiao Sinian held an umbrella and looked at Song Shaojun: "Mr. Song, it's time to go back, we will express our grief."

Song Shaojun nodded: "It's time to leave."

"Did Mr. Song go back to New York? If you don't, I'll treat you to a meal."

"No, I'll go see my grandfather later. He kept saying that his brother was unfilial and hadn't come home to see him for more than a year." Song Shaojun sighed, "I'm wondering how to continue to fulfill this lie."

"The old man can't help but feel irritated when he is in poor health. You can talk about it later."

"Yes, I think the same as Master Qiao, how long can I take it."

"Um."

"After seeing my grandpa, I will go back to New York, Mr. Qiao, and see you again if you have the chance in the future."

"There will be a chance." Qiao Sinian said, "Thank you these days."

"It should."

Qiao Sinian and Song Shaojun greeted and said goodbye.

Before leaving, Qiao Sinian bowed in front of the tomb again.

"Shao Yan, I'll take a step first, take care of it." Qiao Sinian's voice was low and hoarse, his eyes were like water in the black pool, and he could not see the bottom at first glance.

After saying that, Qiao Sinian turned around and stepped into the rain, leaving with an umbrella.

The black back gradually disappeared and melted into light colors in the rain.

The fog was hazy, and it was like a layer of gunpowder that was condensed in the rain, unable to dissolve or disperse.

The rain is long and old friends are not returning.

...

Qiao House.

When Qiao Sinian returned home, Ye Jiaqi had not yet woken up.

Butler Sun is already preparing breakfast in the kitchen.

Hearing Qiao Sinian's footsteps, she hurried forward: "Mr. Qiao, are you out?"

"I went out and brought Lin Ji's soy milk and fresh meat mooncakes to Jiaqi." Qiao Sinian carried the shopping bag on his hand.

Halfway through the car, he remembered that during this season, Ye Jiaqi loved drinking soy milk and bought fresh meat mooncakes.

Anyway, it's all her favorite food.

Butler Sun had a smile on his face: "Mr. Qiao, you are really kind. It's eight o'clock. Do you want to wake Miss Ye?"

"I'll go and have a look." Qiao Sinian handed the bag to Butler Sun and walked upstairs gently.

Sure enough, Ye Jiaqi was still sleeping and was sleeping soundly.

Fortunately, she didn't wake up, otherwise she wouldn't see him by her side, and she didn't know what to do.

He didn't plan to tell her about Song Shaoyan's affairs again, and he would not take the initiative to take the initiative to ask her for anything that made her uncomfortable or sad.

Qiao Sinian changed into the cold clothes around him and picked a dark gray sweater from the closet.

Since he transferred Qiao to Rong Jincheng, his time has become less precious, and it is better to be with her from morning to night.

After thirty years, I found out more and more white.

Love is more important than money, and people are more important than career.
Chapter completed!