When Qiao Sinian walked out of the reception room, everyone saw that his boss's face was gloomy, even heavier than the sky before the storm.

At this time, no one dares to go up and hit a tough situation.

There are very few people who can make the boss so angry.

"Mr. Qiao, your hand is bleeding. I'll let the doctor come over?" Meng Chen hurried over.

"No, I'll go out."

Qiao Sinian wiped the blood with a wet wipe and walked downstairs to the garage.

"Master Qiao, Qiao Tianyou..."

"Don't let him step into Qiao's next step!"

"yes."

The snow outside was still falling, the sky was gloomy, and the road was wet.

Qiao Sinian drove the car out of the garage. When he reached the intersection, he suddenly didn't know where to drive the car.

Rolls-Royce stopped on the side of the road again.

He lit a cigarette, and the smoke covered his cold face.

His sharp eyes were covered with a layer of shallow loneliness, like a lonely long night, distant and deep.

He just sat in the car and watched the snowflakes.

One piece, one piece... like sorrow all over the sky.

His eyes fell in front of him, and a little girl suddenly jumped out of his mind.

I remember one time, it was snowing so heavily that he came back from a business trip abroad.

Perhaps it was snowing too heavily, and the little girl didn't see him coming back for a while. She lay alone on the window and wrote and painted.

There was a layer of white mist on the window, hazy.

Her fair fingers were drawn like that, with a focused expression and bright and clear eyes.

It was not until he walked behind her that he saw that she wrote-

"After farewell, I remember meeting each other, and I dreamed of you several times."

At that time, he had been on a business trip for a month.

She was seventeen years old at that time.

He stood behind her for a long time, without taking off his gloves and untied his scarf, and silently watching her hand drawing on the window.

After a while, Ye Jiaqi discovered him.

When I turned my head, it was like the little girl's thoughts were seen through.

Swish swish swish swish...

She wiped all the words on the window.

She glanced at him, her face a little embarrassed: "I just learned it, I'm just writing and playing."

After saying that, she blushed, lowered her head, and ran away.

The cigarette kept burning and scalded Qiao Sinian's fingers.

He twisted the cigarette butt, stepped on the accelerator, and drove the car to the bar.

The bars are deserted during the day, and the weather is not good, so fewer people come.

This bar is Song Shaoyan's property, and Qiao Sinian has a specific private room here.

After coming in, he ordered a few bottles of whiskey.

"Mr. Qiao, do you need someone to accompany me?" The bar owner smiled and started drinking for Qiao Sinian.

Qiao Sinian hasn't come for a long time, but he drinks a lot of wine every time he comes.

Qiao Sinian glanced at him: "You can call Song Shaoyan here."

"I can't invite Boss Song."

"Then go out!" Qiao Sinian drank a glass of wine coldly.

Qiao Sinian's heart was in a mess, and a ball of fire was pressed into her abdomen, filling every cell in her body.

He shook the wine bottle and filled the cup.

Over the years, as long as you think of Qin Qing and Qiao Tianyou, some complicated emotions will begin to get entangled.

He has always been deeply hidden in his heart.

After enduring alone for so many years, Qiao Tianyou can still be emotionally aroused by him.

Some things become more likely to ferment and explode after being pressed for a long time.

Especially when I thought of Qin Qinghe more than 20 years ago.

Qiao Sinian frowned, unbuttoned the collar of her shirt, and picked up the wine bottle.
Chapter completed!