Zhao Qingyan turned around and looked at him, and smiled brightly, "Leo Tolstoy said, happy people are similar."

Qiao Junxi replied lazily, "It's still different."

But before Zhao Qingyan could wait for the second half of the sentence, Qiao Junxi narrowed her eyes.

Zhao Qingyan thought he was asleep, but when he walked to the door, Qiao Junxi's voice sounded again behind him, "Uncle and aunt are really right!"

Zhao Qingyan frowned a little helplessly. It turned out that Qiao Junxi's routine was here.

The uncle and aunt Qiao Junxi mentioned refer to Li Jiacen's parents. Before, at the dinner table, Li Zhengguo and Cen Fengling had been urging Li Jiacen and Zhao Youtian to grow up early. This time, Li Jiacen followed Zhao Youtian's pace and went to Afghanistan together. After leaving for more than half a year, they have been worried for the past six months.

So they hope that the couple can quickly give birth to the next generation so that Li Jiacen can be determined.

Li Jiacen was busy eating at the time, as if the wind was blowing away the clouds, and he wanted to make up for the delicacies he had missed in the past six months. So he didn't care much about what the two elders said.

Zhao Tian was not good at speaking, so he simply agreed, saying that he would put this plan on the agenda and start preparing for pregnancy. Before, he hoped that Li Jiacen would carefully consider pregnancy because he wanted to participate in the MSF organization. Now he has no worries, so of course he can start preparing.

Zhao Qingyan didn't expect that Qiao Junxi would hear the words that Li Jiacen's parents gave birth to him.

At the dinner table, Qiao Junxi was quite calm and calm. Now she started to have a whim again.

She retreated again, but found that Qiao Junxi was asleep. The sentence just now was just a dream after being drunk.

Qiao Junxi's breathing became very even in the room. Zhao Qingyan stood at the head of the bed and looked at him for a moment. When he turned around, he suddenly saw a slow moonlight outside the window and the stars were whispering. His heart suddenly became calm, as if he was gently scratched by the kitten's tail, which was extremely soft.

Later, when Zhao Qingyan woke up in the middle of the night, she found Qiao Junxi was not beside her. She raised her head slightly and saw him sitting at the desk and writing something.

Zhao Qingyan stood up sleepily, "What time is it? What are you doing if you don't sleep?" Zhao Qingyan yawned gently.

Qiao Junxi turned around and calmly said, "Why are you awake?"

Zhao Qingyan: "I'm a little thirsty."

Qiao Junxi hurriedly poured her a glass of water and handed it to her.

After drinking a small cup, Zhao Qingyan felt a little more comfortable and a little more awake.

"What are you writing?" The desk lamp was still on, reminding Zhao Qingxian that he had just seen the wonderful scene of Li Xiao at his desk and the young master making shadows.

Qiao Junxi picked up the pen and added a few strokes on the paper, and said in a calm tone: "I just had a dream."

Qiao Junxi's words suddenly aroused Zhao Qingyan's curiosity, "What dream, do you still have to write it down in detail? Is it a profitable financing plan?"

Qiao Junxi sneered, "Why do you think I am a profit-oriented person in your eyes, and I am a businessman who is tyrant and businessman."

"What is that? Could it be a masterpiece of poetry that can be remembered forever?" Zhao Qingyan really couldn't imagine it.

Qiao Junxi shook her head, "None of them."

Zhao Qingyan: "What is that?"
Chapter completed!