Ye Jiaqi sighed that in some aspects, he is still the same as before.

Qiao Sinian brought her some snacks.

Ye Jiaqi happily unpacked a pack of cucumber-flavored potato chips, ate a slice, and smiled at him.

When she smiled, Qiao Sinian laughed too.

Ye Jiaqi is like a little girl who has not grown up, and is completely different from the eloquent and unreasonable Ye Jiaqi.

When Qiao Sinian was cooking in the kitchen, Ye Jiaqi sat on the sofa and played with the computer.

I will giggle when I win, but I will not be very happy when I lose.

The apartment is big and the sun is abundant.

Occasionally, she turned around and could see Josnian busy in the kitchen.

The man's tall and straight body is full of home atmosphere. He is really different from before, very different.

In the past, Qiao Sinian was like a high god, cold, lonely, indifferent, and taciturn. She was an existence that made her want to get close but dare not get close.

At that time, she had to think about what she said to him for a long time, afraid that she would say a wrong word, and also afraid that she would be unhappy.

Before he lost his memory, their most recent estrangement was Qingming Festival.

She still remembered those days when he went to the cemetery to guard Qin Qing's tomb and she cried alone in Qiao's house.

Thinking about it now is like a dream.

At that time, she was afraid that he would not be happy, so she didn't even dare to mention her mother's name.

Rongcheng was not far from the capital, but she didn't dare to go back to see her mother's affairs in front of him, nor did she dare to burn incense to her mother.

At that time, she loved her carefully, and she was so carefree, carefree, open and clear now.

Now she can ask him about his feelings and his mood without restraint, and say whatever he wants, without any scruples.

He also changed. He no longer closed his heart, but was willing to let her go, explain to her, and patiently talk to her.

In the past, Qiao Sinian was deep and restrained, but now he has the energy of fireworks and is no longer the lofty and invisible existence.

Ye Jiaqi was silently playing the game in his hand.

Sometimes, she couldn't tell whether it was good or bad for him to lose his memory.

Although it was a pity that she had lost her shared memory for eighteen years, she would rather live without burden and never bear the deep blood hatred of the past.

If a person carries too much and doesn't know how to ejaculate, he will be exhausted.

She couldn't bear to bear it.

Qiao Sinian now has a little temper and a little bit of care. He will no longer carry the burden like before.

"What are you thinking?" Qiao Sinian walked behind her for no reason.

"Ah." Ye Jiaqi took back his thoughts and turned to look at him, "I didn't think about anything, I was in a daze."

"Try the freshly prepared fish balls." Qiao Sinian picked up a snow-white fish ball with chopsticks and fed it to her mouth.

Ye Jiaqi bit her and smiled and bent her eyebrows.

It is full of strong fragrance and is particularly delicious.

After eating, she said coquettishly: "Feed another one."

Qiao Sinian smiled, picked up another one for her and fed it into her mouth.

In the sunny house, Ye Jiaqi felt a little dazed—

Such a day is really good.

"President, you have such good skills. Compared to you, my level is too bad. I won't cook anymore."

"If you want to be lazy, just say it." Qiao Sinian teased, "I make the rice and I wash the bowls. Then what are you doing? Hum?"

"Fuck...you."
Chapter completed!