"Otherwise? Take care of you like a mature man?" Fang Cheng's voice was gentle.

Fang Ya's eyes turned dark, and there was no sign of the darkness in her eyes.

She lowered her head, and a strand of hair hung in her ears.

The wind suddenly rises, and a pool of spring water is wrinkled.

"Acheng." Fang Ya changed the topic, "Who do you think Qiao Chengfan's biological mother is?"

On the other end, Fang Cheng frowned.

"Mr. Qiao is also looking for it. I haven't found it after searching for so long. It seems that the woman is dead, too."

"As far as I know, Mr. Qiao is not a man with a chaotic private life."

"But Mr. Qiao has been in the capital for many years, and it's normal for a few women?" Fang Cheng disagreed.

"That's what you said." Fang Ya took back her mind, "but, Ye Jiaqi is very cunning. She is approaching Qiao Chengfan, so she is probably planning something."

"It's just a dog I keep in Qiao's house. What else do you want to think about?"

"Yes, she can still make a fortune. Master Qiao's things are not her turn."

"So, Yaya, don't worry."

"Okay, let's not talk about it anymore. Lawyer Zhang is here, I'll go and talk to him."

"Okay, take care of yourself."

Fang Ya hung up the phone, looked out the window.

The sun shines weakly on the ground, with very little light, and there are rows of tall and bare trees in the distance.

The indescribable bleakness and chill are the unique atmosphere of the capital in winter.

The air was floating and the particles were floating, and when the wind blew, it scattered everywhere.

Fang Ya put her shawl, put away her cell phone, and walked towards the living room.

...

Three days before New Year's Eve, there were already thousands of lights and noisy houses.

The lights are decorated everywhere, and the atmosphere of the New Year is very strong.

Qiao Chengfan was taken out to play by Huo Jingyi, and Ye Jiaqi went out alone to stroll.

There is not much idea of ​​buying new things.

Even the word "New Year" faded in her heart three years ago.

As he walked, at the end of an old alley, Ye Jiaqi saw someone selling plum blossom cakes.

After a pause, she stood in front of the stall in a daze.

The old streets and the old scenery are still vaguely old.

When she was a child, her family was not in good condition, but her mother would buy her a lot of delicious plum blossom cakes during the Chinese New Year.

Later, when I arrived at Qiao's house, I couldn't change my habits and was so greedy that I always wanted to eat them.

I didn't dare to ask for it in the first year.

The next year, she couldn't help but become greedy and started to chat with Qiao Sinian and indirectly.

"Mr. Qiao, look at the plum blossom cake, it looks delicious."

"Mr. Qiao, the old man who made plum blossom cakes is so hard. There are not many customers. The weather is so cold."

"Mr. Qiao, it's really cold today. Eating something warm can warm your belly."

Someone walked beside her and ignored her.

Until she walked back to Qiao's house, her plum blossom cake was also ruined.

She sat at home depressedly, unhappy.

But the next day, a few hot plum blossom cakes were placed on her table, and they were still steaming.

"I bought it from Aunt Lu." He threw the plum blossom cake and left.

She looked at his back and flew with joy!

Although it was bought by Aunt Lu, I was happy!

When I was young, I could be happy for a long time even if I had a small thing.

The boy does not recognize the taste of sorrow.

"Miss, do you want to buy one? It's just made, so delicious."

At the entrance of the alley, the old lady called Ye Jiaqi.

Ye Jiaqi came back to his senses and nodded: "Buy one."

She found a quiet place and sat alone on the cold steps and ate.

At the end of the eyes, there is nothing.
Chapter completed!