"I'll take her to Rongcheng the day after tomorrow." Qiao Sinian said calmly, with not much turbulence in his eyes, as if he was just talking about something extraordinary.

Meng Chen's eyes flashed slightly and was stunned, but in just a few seconds, it calmed down again.

When I went to Rongcheng during the Qingming Festival, Qiao Sinian could not understand the meaning of her.

In recent years, since learning the truth, Qiao Sinian has been very taboo about Rongcheng and has also been taboo about the names Ye Yunxiao and Xianghua for a long time.

Meng Chen has always followed Qiao Sinian, and he can't understand Qiao Sinian's every move.

When Qiao Sinian went to Rongcheng to search for the truth and evidence, he followed him and participated almost the entire time.

When I found out the truth and learned that Ye Jiaqi was Xiang Shaoguang's granddaughter, Qiao Sinian's first choice was to conceal it.

If there is a period of time, he plans to hide it from her for the rest of his life.

But later, things deviated a little from Qiao Sinian's control.

Now, Qiao Sinian has taken the initiative to take Ye Jiaqi back to Rongcheng.

Meng Chen nodded: "Do you want me to arrange the itinerary?"

"No, I'll just drive her over."

"Okay." Meng Chen didn't say much. He didn't have much hatred in his heart. Even if there were before, more than twenty years have passed, there was nothing that could not be resolved.

His father has always been an optimistic person and is always happy when he is free. He often tells him that in this world, there are always more happy things than unhappy things, so life is very beautiful.

Thinking of this, Meng Chen's gaze moved to his father's tombstone again.

Looking like this, it's like my father is still alive.

Meng Chen has no hatred of the Xiang family, nor does he have any to Ye Jiaqi.

Qiao Sinian took a puff of cigarette, and another cigarette was about to finish.

As night fell, the cemetery was shrouded in a layer of darkness, and the surroundings were silent.

Tomorrow, he will come to accompany his old friend for one day, and the day after tomorrow, he will go to Rongcheng with Ye Jiaqi.

Butler Tang came over and said, "Mr. Qiao, Mr. Meng, it's time to have supper, I'm ready."

"Yes." Qiao Sinian put out the cigarette butts.

Qiao Sinian did not place many servants in the cemetery, and he always felt that this place needed peace and quiet.

Nowadays, there are only Butler Tang, Butler Sun, Meng Chen and him here, as well as a driver and two servants in charge of cleaning.

The meal was particularly simple, so Qiao Sinian poured himself some wine.

This kind of festival is more suitable for drinking.

Meng Chen moved the cup in front of him to Qiao Sinian.

Qiao Sinian understood, moved his lips and poured strong wine for Meng Chen.

The two of them were speechless, and no one spoke. They just drank glass after glass, tacitly engaged.

The atmosphere was particularly cold for a while.

Butler Tang didn't dare to break the silence, and stood by silently lowered his hands, sometimes bringing them the prepared dishes.

The two men who dominate the shopping mall are now just ordinary flesh and blood, with emotions, touching and sighing.

People are not plants and trees, and no one is born with coldness.

They didn't speak, and Butler Tang didn't dare to speak, but the elderly were crying in tears. She cried all day today, but her eyes were still red at this moment, with moist and hazy under her eyes.

Looking at Qiao Sinian and Meng Chen, she wanted to cry again, but she still suppressed her tears.

The Qiao family has dozens of lives, especially the young lady who jumped into the river and committed suicide.

It was a great time, but I chose to end my life in an extreme way.
Chapter completed!