The afternoon sun is getting more lazy and tired.

There was a squirrel on the tree in the courtyard, and it kept jumping up and down, which was very interesting.

Vermilion walls and glazed tiles are particularly pleasing to the eye.

After Ye Jiaqi was full, he sat by the window, holding the hot tea house and was reluctant to leave.

Qiao Sinian lit a cigarette and sat on the sofa in the private room with her legs raised.

When Ye Jiaqi looks at the scenery, he most of the time he looks at her.

Ye Jiaqi, with red lips and white teeth and bright eyes, looks better than any scenery in his eyes.

"This little squirrel is so fun. If Chengfan is there, he will definitely like it." Ye Jiaqi lay on the edge of the bed, staring at the little squirrel jumping around.

"He likes the little fox."

"Guess what I like." Ye Jiaqi asked intentionally.

"Hmm? You like me."

"..." Ye Jiaqi rolled his eyes.

Little squirrels are domestically raised and are not afraid of being alive. They eat nuts and run around.

The happy scene made Ye Jiaqi happy.

Qiao Sinian was smoking, but he was not as idle as Ye Jiaqi. He always received a few calls or emails from time to time.

At this moment, Ye Jiaqi saw a familiar figure flashing by not far away.

"Husband, I seem to see Miss Han. There is a man next to her, very young."

Qiao Sinian raised his head and saw two familiar backs.

"Yeah, it's her."

"Does she have a boyfriend?" Ye Jiaqi saw the man hugging Han Yurou's waist and his posture was intimate.

"You shouldn't care about other people's private affairs."

"Oh." Ye Jiaqi pursed his mouth and stopped asking.

Such afternoons are easy to make people sleepy.

The sunlight in early spring is particularly warm.

"Husband, let's go home? I want to take a nap." Ye Jiaqi said lazily.

"Let's go." Qiao Sinian put out the cigarette butts and stood up, his face full of pretentiousness and coldness. Only when he looked at Ye Jiaqi, would he have a little more gentleness and doting in his eyes.

The restaurant is not very far from Qiao's house, and it is only a thirty-minute drive away.

A sleepy radio was played in the car: Recently, the American financial tycoon James, who is 75 years old, attended the press conference and plans to retreat to the second line this month to hand over the financial company to his son-in-law Jiang Kuan and his daughter Anna for joint management...

Ye Jiaqi held his head and kept yawning.

She listened to the radio and said casually: "Jiang Kuan, this name sounds like a domestic person."

"Yes, from the capital, he married a white woman."

The sun shone into the car, and Ye Jiaqi was drowsy.

Perhaps because she was full, she wanted to go to bed very much now.

"Husband, I'll sleep for a while and wake me up when I get home. I haven't translated the documents you gave me yet, and I'm still a little bit."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Jiaqi fell asleep in the hypnotic voice of the female announcer.

Qiao Sinian drove very steadily, and she was used to sleeping in his car.

Qiao House.

When Rolls-Royce turned into the garage and stopped, Ye Jiaqi was still sleeping.

Qiao Sinian did not wake her up, but carried her to the bedroom.

The bed in the bedroom was soft and comfortable. When he covered Ye Jiaqi with a quilt, Ye Jiaqi was half asleep and half awake. She moved her arm, as if she was muttering-

"I want a baby..."

Her voice was very soft, and her eyes didn't open, but the corners of her lips moved.

Without waiting for Qiao Sinian to respond to her, she fell asleep again, holding the quilt with her little hand, revealing only half of her fair face.
Chapter completed!