Ye Jiaqi always felt that Qiao Sinian was a little abnormal tonight. Although they did these things, he seemed to like kissing her tonight.

"Where have you been tonight?" Ye Jiaqi couldn't help asking.

"I went to deal with something." Qiao Sinian said, "You stay in Qiao's house."

"Oh." Ye Jiaqi nodded, "What if I run around? What if I run out of Qiao's house?"

Qiao Sinian's eyes darkened, and a cold face suddenly pulled down, and the big hand that hugged her waist tightened: "You dare."

"But it's boring to be bored in Qiao's house. What if I really ran out secretly?"

"If there is no, if you dare to sneak out alone, I'd be very angry, understand?" Qiao Sinian's cold voice implicitly warned.

There was no meaning of joking in Qiao Sinian's tone.

Ye Jiaqi understands his attitude.

Once he talks to her in this tone, it means that the matter is not negotiable.

If she disobeys, the consequences will be unimaginable.

"You are called painting the land as a prison." Ye Jiaqi curled his lips.

"Isn't there still me in the prison?" Qiao Sinian lowered her head and rubbed her chin against her hair.

Ye Jiaqi bent his lips and smiled.

Qiao Sinian did not mention the incident of sending her back to Chicago, so she naturally would not take the initiative to mention it.

After talking for a while, Ye Jiaqi left his arms and went to take a shower.

As soon as Ye Jiaqi left, Qiao Sinian went to the balcony to light a cigarette. He stood at the window and looked at the scene outside Qiao's house.

The stars are vast and the moon is hazy.

I couldn't help but think of what happened tonight again, and Rong Jincheng.

Although Rong Jincheng is young, he is famous for his reputation and is idle, and he is idle.

But Rong Jincheng is a man who is very smart and brave.

Qiao Sinian knew that Rong Jincheng must have some thoughts in his heart.

...

Three days later, Qiao Sinian was reading a book with Ye Jiaqi at Qiao's house, and received a call from Han Yurou.

With a slightly frown, he walked to the window to pick it up.

"Mr. Qiao, are you free? I want to meet you, and it won't delay you for a long time." Han Yurou's voice was very light, like a line that was about to break, as if it could be broken with a slight pull.

"Where are you?"

"I'm at Jasmine Tea House, Zuowan Road, alone."

Qiao Sinian thought for a few seconds and nodded: "Okay, wait for me."

"Um."

Ye Jiaqi is not a fool either. Although she didn't hear the sound on the phone, she heard Qiao Sinian's voice.

He is going out.

Qiao Sinian strode over and took off her coat from the hanger.

Ye Jiaqi put down the book and tilted his head: "Where are you going?"

“Go out.”

"Can you take me out?"

"Stop making trouble, not going out to play."

"I heard the woman's voice." Ye Jiaqi said deliberately.

Qiao Sinian was frightened by her, thinking that she had really heard Han Yurou's voice, so she turned to look at her: "Something happened to her, I'll go there."

"She?" Ye Jiaqi didn't expect to scare Qiao Sinian. It turned out to be a woman, "Who?"

“…”

"Miss Han?" Ye Jiaqi tried again.

I used to think that women's sixth feeling was very accurate, but now I find that sometimes it is still very reliable.

Qiao Sinian didn't intend to hide it from her: "Yes."

"What happened to her?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Qiao Sinian buttoned her coat, "I'll try to come back as early as possible."

"Then bring me the pink durian thousand layers of me, I want to eat it."

Ye Jiaqi did it on purpose.

The pink house is very biased, and Qiao Sinian will definitely not go along.
Chapter completed!