This kiss lasted for a long time.

After kissing enough, he let go of her, pressing her shoulders with both hands to prevent her from moving.

Ye Jiaqi looked up, his eyes were red, and he cursed softly: "I will not change my deeds."

Josnian: “…”

After saying that, Ye Jiaqi shook his hand away and walked back to the bedroom on the carpet.

With a "bang", the door was closed.

Ye Jiaqi sat on the bed with some anger. She held her knees and sat on the soft blanket with a flashing luster in her eyes.

There was a white wall in front of her, and she looked at the wall with a slight gaze without saying a word.

His lips are filled with his scent, and the smell of tobacco is mixed with the smell of sunken wood.

Ye Jiaqi was sweating all over. When he kissed her, her heartbeat would still accelerate.

My mind is messy, and the more I think about it, the more I get messy.

Ye Jiaqi simply stopped thinking about it, took off his sweater and covered himself with a quilt.

Qiao Sinian didn't go anywhere, and stood on the balcony smoking.

The smoke drifts away with the wind and drifts into the rain.

After coming to Chicago, he stopped smoking much, occasionally smoking a few in the hotel.

But when he was in the capital, he was really smoking and damn bad.

He washed the bowl in the sink and even went to see Xiaoguai.

This kind of thing that seems boring and boring in the past is very easy to do now, and even quite interesting.

Before, he was really too busy.

Ye Jiaqi took a nap and he also sat on the sofa in the living room for a while.

She ate a piece of the chocolate he gave her, and as for the card, it seemed that she had put it away.

Qiao Sinian rubbed his temples, with a look of fatigue in his eyes.

Sleepy came in the afternoon, and Qiao Sinian supported her head and took a nap to fall asleep.

Such an afternoon is long and quiet.

They, one sleeps in the bedroom and the other sleeps in the living room.

Although they do not disturb each other, they are close to each other.

Qiao Sinian slept very peacefully, and so did Ye Jiaqi.

Qiao Sinian didn't remember how he got through the three years he left the capital. Apart from killing and blood, there were nicotine and alcohol.

The only light is Qiao Chengfan.

The little guy's babbling and smile brought him great comfort.

He never felt the feeling of being a father, and he realized that it was a very wonderful feeling.

When the little guy crawled and suddenly called him "Dad", he probably felt... everything was worth it.

In a daze, Qiao Sinian suddenly missed the little guy.

It was raining outside, and the house was quiet and quiet.

The rare years are peaceful.

...

For the afternoon lecture, Qiao Sinian and Ye Jiaqi went there early.

When he came to Chicago, he was really unscrupulous and appeared in any public place at will.

This is simply impossible in the country.

Ye Jiaqi followed him, but she couldn't stop him anyway.

The lecture was held in a lecture hall that could accommodate thousands of people. Ye Jiaqi chose a seat back and sat side by side with Qiao Sinian.

There are many people, and no one will notice them.

The lecture was about the Renaissance and the Enlightenment. Ye Jiaqi took notes while listening.

Qiao Sinian was not very interested, his only interest was probably sitting next to her.

This was the first time he saw Ye Jiaqi attending a class. He was very serious, occasionally bowing his head to take notes, and occasionally biting the ballpoint pen tip.

Her big eyes were covered with a strong desire for knowledge, and it shone brightly, like a star in the sky.

Brilliant, dazzling, bright.

The long eyelashes moved slightly and looked more and more beautiful.
Chapter completed!