Josnian didn't know what she was thinking. He glanced down at her sitting on the chair and narrowed his eyes slightly: "I know."

"Then go ahead and come back early." Ye Jiaqi warned.

She's not that stingy either.

Under the sunlight, the light under her eyes was exceptionally clear, and her long eyelashes fluttered like small fans.

Josnian got dressed and went downstairs to the garage.

Jasmine Tea House.

Han Yurou seemed to have arrived very early, looking down at the black tea in the cup.

She was wearing a khaki coat, and her long hair was spread over her shoulders, covering half of her face.

She looked down very seriously, looking at the tea in the cup motionlessly. She had no other expression, more like a lifeless rag doll.

But Han Yurou is beautiful, and even if she remains silent, she cannot hide her elegance.

Entering the teahouse, Josnian saw her immediately.

When he stood in front of her, Han Yurou raised her head and smiled slightly, the smile was very forced.

"Master Qiao, do you like black tea?"

"Okay." Josnian sat down opposite her.

Han Yurou's face was very pale. She didn't wear foundation, but she looked like she had applied a thick layer of powder.

She took out a document from her bag and handed it to Josnian.

"Master Qiao, this is my resignation report." Han Yurou said quietly, "I will no longer work at Qiao's. I don't know if my work in the past year or so can satisfy Qiao's, but I don't care whether I am satisfied or not.

Gotta go."

Josnian's eyes stayed on the report for a few seconds: "What are your plans after resigning?"

"Go abroad for further study."

"Okay." Josnian nodded.

He knew that Han Yurou had no idea what Han Yun was doing.

"Master Qiao, I know the last text message was not sent by you." Han Yurou said calmly, "After working together for a year, I know it is impossible for you to send me such a text message. However, I still went to Tianyue."

Maybe, deep down, I have a little hope.

For example, he might have feelings for her.

But intuition is always right.

Josnian didn't like her, even though they had worked together for more than a year.

"Master Qiao, my father seems to have the idea of ​​​​letting Qiao Han marry. Master Qiao, just don't agree to him." Han Yurou took a sip of tea and moved slowly, "I don't have anything else to say to you, Master Qiao.

I have handed over all work matters to Secretary Zhao."

"When will you go abroad? Which country?"

"If it's quick, maybe the day after tomorrow, I still plan to go to Cambridge for further studies. I originally graduated from there."

Josnian didn't say much.

He didn't mention Rong Jincheng, and he knew that Han Yurou definitely didn't want him to mention it either.

The tea room is filled with the aroma of various teas, elegant and fragrant, quiet and quiet.

Han Yurou didn't plan to say too much. She didn't chat for long before she stood up and said, "Master Qiao, I'll go home first."

"I send you?"

"No need." Han Yurou smiled and said, "I'll just hit you."

In the tea room, Josnian's handsome face was shrouded in the white mist.

Han Yurou looked at him, thinking that this might be the last time she spoke so close to him.

If life were just like the first time we met.

She still remembers the first time she met Josnian, when she was about to graduate and he came to attend her father's wine banquet.

It rained that night, and Grandpa Qin asked him to take her home.
Chapter completed!