Ye Jiaqi just lowered his head and counted, focusing on his mind, with a warm and sweet smile on his face.

Because she had just washed her hair, when the wind blew, her fluffy hair floated up, her cheeks were rosy and white, and she had a very little princess-like smell.

“Sixty, sixty one, sixty two…”

"idiot."

"Ah!" Ye Jiaqi was startled and raised his head.

At some point, the Maybach stopped and stopped beside her.

The windows were open, and the driver's seat was Josnian.

He supported the window with one hand, turned his head and his eyes fell on her.

Very close, he smelled the scent of the shower gel on her body, like a jasmine flower.

Tonight, Ye Jiaqi wore a loose blue floral dress with a pure white sweater, which looked very pregnant.

Ye Jiaqi frowned: "How many have I counted..."

Seeing that the road was about to end, he appeared. It was the same before, and he was so excited about counting the petals, he came and said she was childish.

"What are you doing?" Qiao Sinian looked at her, always feeling like the second silly girl at the village head, both rustic, wood and idiot.

He was very suspicious that the company's HR was relieved when recruiting people.

"You can't see what I'm doing?" Ye Jiaqi was a little angry.

She didn't speak early or late, but she didn't speak at this time. She really couldn't remember how many she counted.

She grabbed her hair: "I have counted it, how many have I counted it..."

Qiao Sinian was rushed by Ye Jiaqi, her face darkened, she withdrew her arm, and closed the car window with a "pop": "Idiot."

Just as he was about to drive, Ye Jiaqi turned his head and patted his car window, standing there without moving.

"Open it, turn it, how many have I counted?" She was very stubborn.

Qiao Sinian didn't move.

"What are you doing? It's really. After work, you are no longer my boss. You are showing off someone with a face. Anyway, I don't look good."

Ye Jiaqi was quite angry.

When the summer wind blew, she was angry and her face turned redder.

Her hands were still placed on Qiao Sinian's car glass, pressing against her.

From the car, you can clearly see her palm lines and the scars on her wrist not far from the palm lines.

After being raped by him last time, she really didn't dare to wear a red rope, and her wrists looked white and clean.

But the scar is a bit eye-catching.

You can see the outside inside, but you can't see the inside outside.

Qiao Sinian slowly lowered the car window and shouted at her with a calm face: "Pick your hand away!"

"Oh." Ye Jiaqi was like a child who did something wrong, so he quickly put down his hands.

“Sixty-two.”

"Hmm? What?" Ye Jiaqi was confused.

However, after a few seconds, she reacted: "Oh, yes, sixty-two, sixty-two, thank you!"

She didn't stay for too long, afraid that she would forget it again.

Under the street light, Ye Jiaqi was thin. She stepped on the floor tiles and lowered her head to continue walking forward, as happy as a rabbit, as if she didn't know how to be sad.

“Sixty-two, sixty-three, sixty-four…”

Her steps slowly forward.

But Qiao Sinian did not move.

Slowly, she walked away and she and he were far away.

The fool was still counting, as if he was concentrating on doing something very interesting.

“Eighty-eight, eighty-nine, ninety…”

In an empty place, her crisp sound like a yellow oriole floats from a distance, like a wind chime, melodious, and like candy, sweet.

The sound of her counting drifted into Qiao Sinian's ears, his temples thumped, and his head hurt.
Chapter completed!