Qiao Sinian walked to her side, leaned over, and saw the expression on her face clearly.

It took about ten minutes before Ye Jiaqi could move.

Perhaps it was because Qiao Sinian brought a strong sense of oppression that she moved her fingers and opened her eyes in a daze.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw Qiao Sinian standing, with a straight black suit and neat tie.

Seeing his eyes falling on the painting in his hand, Ye Jiaqi turned pale, and sat up with a "teng" sound, stretched out his hand and tore the painting.

She stuffed the debris into the trash can, her hair was messy and her breath was slightly breathing.

His deep, deep, unseen eyes still fell on her face. Ye Jiaqi realized that he had overreacted and turned into a place without silver.

Sleeping in a mess.

She calmed down and looked at him: "I fell asleep accidentally. Are you... coming back for lunch?"

"Butler Sun said you didn't have breakfast."

"No, I ate, but I didn't eat too much, I couldn't eat anymore." She smiled calmly, as if nothing had happened, "What time is it?"

"Half eleven."

"Oh, that's right, go down and have a meal." Ye Jiaqi didn't dare to say too much.

Similarly, she was afraid that he would suddenly say "Ye Jiaqi, you shouldn't stay in Qiao's house" and was afraid that he wouldn't even eat lunch with her.

Qiao Sinian stretched out her finger and stroked her thumb: "Have you cried?"

"No, I didn't cry." Ye Jiaqi smiled.

"Yes." Qiao Sinian put down his hand and said, "Let's have a meal."

After saying that, he turned around, left the balcony, and walked towards the restaurant downstairs.

Butler Sun had already prepared lunch. In the past, Ye Jiaqi would help her make it. Today, Ye Jiaqi never came down on the balcony.

Ye Jiaqi followed Qiao Sinian, and the royal blue pearl sweater dress made her look thin and petite.

On her feet were a pair of pink plush slippers, and she followed him, following him step by step.

She kept a distance of three or four steps from him, and he did not stop and wait for her.

Sometimes, Ye Jiaqi looked up at his slender and cold back and felt a little dazed.

That trance is probably that the stars and the grass will never get close.

He is as brilliant as the stars, and she is as humble as grass.

Just like the three or four steps between them, in reality, they also have unblocked barriers.

At the dining table, he served a bowl of rice for her as usual, and then poured her a small bowl of delicious Astragalus and Red Date Black Chicken Soup.

Ye Jiaqi sat at the table, no longer had the meaning of acting coquettishly on his face, and he took the soup he served in a hurry: "Thank you."

Qiao Sinian frowned and looked up at her: "What are you grateful for?"

"No, nothing." She lowered her head.

In the past, she used to sitting with him. Today, she didn't dare to do so, and was cautiously like a newcomer.

At the dinner table, she didn't speak anymore.

Qiao Sinian is not a person who talks too much. Once she is quiet, the entire dining table is silent.

Halfway through the meal, Qiao Sinian said lightly: "I drank too much last night."

Ye Jiaqi lowered his head and stomped the white rice in the bowl without making a sound.

"I won't know anymore." Qiao Sinian picked up a piece of braised pork for her.

He picked up the vegetables for her and she ate them silently.

She didn't know what her emotions were in her heart.
Chapter completed!