When buying good things, Ye Jiaqi carried his bag on the wide road of the hospital.

The leaves float quietly, and she is like a wanderer, walking alone on the strange street.

Just so happened that she received a call from Cheng Yuzhi.

"Jiaqi, I've arrived in New York. Are you doing well these two days?" Cheng Yuzhi stood at the window of his office and looked at the endless blue sky.

"It's pretty good, it's okay."

"Have breakfast? Be kind to yourself, no one takes care of you in Chicago."

"I just had a prenatal check-up, it doesn't matter. I can take good care of myself. Don't worry, I'm not a child anymore."

"In my eyes, you are almost like a child." Cheng Yuzhi smiled.

"Did I look like a child, or do you look like? I'm so old and still fighting with people. Has the injury healed?"

"I'm fine, I'm just a little bit of skin rubbing my lips. Someone is much more seriously injured than me." Cheng Yuzhi mentioned that person, and his tone was very disdainful.

"I met him, he was very nice to me. You misunderstood him. That Alice is not his fiancée. He clarified it with me."

"Is that so? It's not embarrassing to hold your arms in public?"

"Maybe it's a ritual need."

"Don't excuse him. Those who deserve to be beaten are honest."

"I met you, you are very good at fighting, he has practiced it." Ye Jiaqi actually didn't believe that Qiao Sinian would meet him during the fight.

"He just instinctively hid at the beginning and didn't fight back."

Cheng Yuzhi's words confirmed Ye Jiaqi's conjecture.

She expected that Qiao Sinian might not fight back.

"I'm fine, don't distract you because of my affairs."

"Well, I know you have a sense of responsibility." Cheng Yuzhi didn't say much.

After hanging up the phone, Ye Jiaqi's eyes were filled with a confused look and a sense of sensation...

Her scheming was already messed up.

Ye Jiaqi grabbed the backpack strap with both hands and looked at the road ahead silently.

"wedding day."

Someone called her.

Ye Jiaqi was stunned and turned around in a daze.

I saw a man in a hospital gown standing quietly under a tall sycamore tree, his tall figure stretched out by the sun and fell on the grass.

His eyes were on her and he had never left.

Ye Jiaqi was stunned. It was Qiao Sinian, and he knew he was hospitalized.

She thought he would have no life for work.

His face was pale, and there was no injury on his face, but there was a clear bruise on his neck.

Qiao Sinian's lonely figure is intertwined with the shadows of the trees, forming a thin landscape painting.

There was no one else under the tree, he was the only one standing, and he looked even thinner and lonely.

In the sun, Qiao Sinian's pale face became more and more white and thin. Even the hospital gown was not suitable for her, and she looked wide and loose. Her beard seemed to have not been repaired for several days, and a circle of green stubble appeared, making her haggard.

Ye Jiaqi felt a little ache.

He looked at him with a burning gaze.

She was not far or near to him, and could stand in front of him in a few steps.

The heart is as if it is caught.

She knew that she felt sorry for him again.

The hand holding the strap of the backpack couldn't help but clenched, and his fingers trembled slightly.

The sunlight dyed a light golden color on her body, her black hair shining with a bright luster, the wind blew the soft hair in her ears, and only Qiao Sinian's figure was left in her pupils.

He didn't say anything anymore, his thin lips were tightly pursed, his face was noble and cold, and he was always stubborn.

Ye Jiaqi didn't know whether he should get close to him.
Chapter completed!