At night, I don’t know when it was, but Ye Jiaqi was touched by the cold hand.

In the darkness, she let out a light "hmm" and half asleep and half awake.

The familiar aura on his nose was the head of his body. She knew it was him and said in a daze: "I'm back..."

"Well, I woke you up?"

"No, your hands are so cold."

Despite this, Ye Jiaqi approached his chest as soon as possible, pressed his face over, and wrapped his hands around his waist.

This is her favorite sleeping position during this period. She hugs him and doesn't let go.

His body was not very warm, but she was very warm.

After a while, Qiao Sinian also felt the warmth and hugged her waist with her big hands.

It was already 2:30 at night.

"Go to sleep." Qiao Sinian touched her little head.

Ye Jiaqi smacked her lips and was sleeping hard, so she soon fell asleep again.

The rain was getting heavier outside, especially in the middle of the night, the sound of the rain became clearer.

I smoked a lot of cigarettes at night, and even after taking a shower, the smell of tobacco remained on his body.

There are not many days before the Qingming Festival.

In previous years, Ye Jiaqi was young and very cried, so he never took Ye Jiaqi to the cemetery.

Later, he learned that she was the Xiang family's little granddaughter, and he had never taken her to the cemetery.

Thinking of this, Qiao Sinian lowered her head, found her forehead in the darkness, and kissed her.

Ye Jiaqi in his arms said "um" unconsciously, and his little head drilled into his chest again, like a kitten.

Qiao Sinian hugged her tightly.

The night is thick, and it is as quiet as water, with only the sound of rain, which is endless.

"Sinian..." In the darkness, Ye Jiaqi called his name, his voice as gentle as feathers.

When Qiao Sinian heard this, the softest part of his heart was touched, like the spring breeze blowing by.

The big man subconsciously hugged her in his arms.

Ye Jiaqi slept very comfortably. Although Qiao Sinian was still in a cold state, she hugged him and refused to let go.

The spring rain is drizzling and endless.

...

The next day, Qiao Sinian got up early and the genius was lit up.

He picked a black suit in his closet and a blue striped tie.

When he went downstairs, Ye Jiaqi had not woken up yet. He lowered his head and kissed her forehead. The warm and dry palms were pressing against her face.

Ye Jiaqi opened his eyes in a daze, then closed it again soon, smacking his lips: "Are you going to the group?"

"Well, it's still early, you'll sleep more."

"You remember to have breakfast."

"Remember."

Ye Jiaqi's lips curled up a sweet curve. Although it was sleepy, it was good to listen to his voice.

Qiao Sinian rubbed her hair again and looked at her lovingly.

Ye Jiaqi in his sleep is very attractive, with rosy cheeks, pink lips, and soft hair half hanging on his shoulders.

In recent years, Ye Jiaqi is no longer a teenage girl, but she has more charming as a little woman.

The rain is still falling.

The sky was gray, and white mist was floating in the air.

Qiao Sinian went downstairs and drove to Qiao's after breakfast.

There was not much expression on his clearly contoured face, his chin lines were shattered tightly, and his sharp eyes were calm and glossy.

The rain hits the car window, and the capital city in the morning is a bit cold, which is a busy and busy scene.

Halfway through the car, Qiao Sinian's cell phone rang.

Meng Chen has arrived at Qiao's family.
Chapter completed!