I was very angry, but I still had to keep a graceful smile, but there seemed to be a knife hidden in my eyes.

"..." Qiao Sinian also smiled, "This is not just thinking about it. Don't be angry if there is nothing, my wife."

"I'm angry, I can't come back."

"Be good, come and see the photos." Qiao Sinian hugged her on the sand and turned over the old album on the table.

The album is red suede, very retro, and the style that was very popular in the past.

The album was lost for many years. The last time Ye Jiaqi went back to look for it, he couldn't find it. It turned out that it was intercepted by Qiao Sinian.

He had swept her hometown a long time ago and took away everything. He probably didn't want her to know about the past.

He also said that if he could hide it, he planned to hide it from it for her for the rest of his life.

Ye Jiaqi knew his good intentions and knew that he had never hated her.

Ye Jiaqi was still immersed in random thoughts, and Qiao Sinian had already opened the album: "Who is this little kid? I'm so cute, I have to take it home."

Qiao Sinian did it on purpose.

Sure enough, Ye Jiaqi's thoughts were pulled back by his voice. When he lowered his head, he happened to see him pointing at a photo of her childhood.

She was wearing a yellow and tender sweater and holding a small balloon in her hand, cute and dazed.

"Joe Sinian, you abduct children." Ye Jiaqi snorted coldly.

"Then tell me who this is."

Qiao Sinian had seen these photos long ago. When he first read them, he was full of joy, and he was filled with endless reluctance.

The younger Ye Jiaqi is not like the eight-year-old. The eight-year-old Ye Jiaqi is thin and small, with dirty clothes and hands, but Ye Jiaqi was white and fat before, and was soft and cute.

"Who do you think she is?" Ye Jiaqi asked deliberately.

"My wife."

"No."

Qiao Sinian kissed her.

The bank manager coughed lightly and went out.

Ye Jiaqi leaned on his shoulder and looked at the photo. This was a photo album that was lost and recovered. Many of them have turned yellow for many years.

"Look, my mother, are you beautiful?" Ye Jiaqi pointed at Ye Yunxiao wearing a cheongsam.

"Yes." Qiao Sinian took a closer look. Ye Jiaqi inherited all the advantages of Ye Yunxiao and Xiang Leitian. "Your family has good genes."

"Not." Ye Jiaqi likes to hear this.

"What a pity."

"What?"

"What about the genes of your twins? Why didn't you inherit it?"

"..." Ye Jiaqi pinched him, "You can't."

"..." Qiao Sinian's mouth twitched. Can't he do it?

Ye Jiaqi was afraid that he would drive again, so he quickly looked up the photos and pointed at her when she was a child and said, "Do you think Xiao Yuzi looks like me?"

"picture."

It's really similar.

Qiao Sinian and Ye Jiaqi were flipping through the photos together, and Ye Jiaqi was almost lying on his lap and looking at it.

When she saw the fun photos, she smiled: "Look at me when I was a child, wasn't it cute?"

“It’s cute now.”

"You're just sweet-mouthed." Ye Jiaqi said, "Let's take the album back. I have a photo of you when you were a child."

Qiao Chengfan’s master gave it to her.

“I didn’t like taking pictures when I was a kid.”

"I saw it."

"I'm different now, so when did we take wedding photos?"

"..." Ye Jiaqi admired Qiao Sinian's oblique ability.

She didn't reply to him, and while flipping through the photos, she sighed: "How come such a cute little cabbage is robbed."

"Ye Jiaqi, you've had enough."
Chapter completed!