Hearing this, Qiao Sinian raised a beautiful curve on the corners of his lips.

Ye Jiaqi was really arrogant that night.

Yes, arrogant.

But he instigated her.

"The woman who pinched me today is her mother." Ye Jiaqi said truthfully.

"Oh." Qiao Sinian responded, his eyes slightly stern, "Take revenge on you?"

In the darkness, Qiao Sinian's side face was cold and resolute, with chill.

"almost."

Ye Jiaqi was unwilling to explain more.

The time when I was eight years old was unbearable to look back on.

The father was drunk, the stepmother was fierce, and the younger sister was arrogant.

Home is not like home.

She was also bullied so much that she had nowhere to complain and could only cry.

Thinking about it now, her habit of crying was probably developed at that time.

Qiao Sinian didn't ask questions anymore. If she didn't say anything, he would always have a way to investigate.

What he promised her would not be empty talk.

When we arrived at Qiao's house, it was already very late, and Qiao Chengfan was sleeping soundly.

Qiao Sinian hugged him to Butler Sun, and he helped Ye Jiaqi come down.

When Butler Tang saw the scratches on Qiao Sinian's neck, he couldn't help but care and said: "Mr. Qiao, your neck..."

"It's not in the way."

Qiao Sinian and Ye Jiaqi walked into the living room.

Butler Tang didn't ask much, but actually thought about it and realized that it was a woman's nail mark...

Besides Ye Jiaqi, who else?

"I'll sleep with Xiao Fanfan tonight." Ye Jiaqi lowered his head, looking well-behaved.

"Um."

Qiao Sinian took off her coat and responded.

Ye Jiaqi glanced at him, and the nail marks on his neck were quite heavy.

Will he be at the group tomorrow...will he attract the attention of employees?

It's quite conspicuous anyway.

But she can't blame her.

Ye Jiaqi lowered his head, changed into slippers and walked upstairs.

"Wait." Qiao Sinian called her.

He walked away from her until he walked to her.

Ye Jiaqi looked at him in confusion, and his big flashing eyes were as clear as mist.

Qiao Sinian raised his hand, and his eyes faded away from his usual indifference, adding a little gentleness and doting.

He reached out to clean up the broken hair in her ears, and opened his cold lips lightly.

"Good night."

His voice is as mellow as a cello, low and heart-warming.

Ye Jiaqi's eyes dodged.

After replying "Good Night" in panic, he quickly ran up the stairs.

He was in a hurry, like an uneasy rabbit.

The heart is like a picture that I finally pieced together, and suddenly it is disrupted again.

She knew that she had loved him.

Loved.

That is already a past tense.

Now, time is not as good as it was back then.

Pushing open the door, she saw Xiao Fanfan's quilt falling to the ground.

She put away her thoughts, hurried over, and covered the little guy with a quilt.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she bent down and looked at Xiao Fanfan carefully.

This child is so cute, with a white and tender makeup.

He looks really similar to Qiao Si Nian and inherits all the excellent genes of Qiao Si Nian.

The little guy called her "mom" twice, and she remembered it.

It's a pity that she is not his mother.

There is also a red rope tied by the little guy on his wrist, which is bright and bright.

Qiao Sinian entered his bedroom.

After taking a shower, he wrapped himself in a nightgown and sat on the sofa by the window.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the moon is bright, the stars are sparse, and the autumn is strong.

He took out his cell phone.

"Meng Chen."

"Mr. Qiao, I'm here."

"I have found out if the dispute happened this afternoon."
Chapter completed!