Ye Jiaqi's hands fell on the keyboard, not knowing how to type the first word.

The other end replied: "Ms. Ye, send me a message when you think about it. I'll be busy first."

Josnian put down his phone and straightened his tie.

"Dad, you are so handsome today." Qiao Chengfan smiled at Josnian with his head tilted up.

"Tell me, what do you want?"

Josnian walked downstairs without raising his head.

He was in a good mood today and planned to send Qiao Chengfan to school in person.

"Baby is not that kind of person. Dad is really handsome."

"You don't need to tell me."

"Um, um...Dad, when can I see Qiqi again?"

"..."

"Dad, look, it's been one, two, three...eight days since we last visited the amusement park." Qiao Chengfan clapped his fingers pitifully.

"Why do you like her so much?" Josnian couldn't help but ask.

"There is a kind of love, which is to like it the first time you see it. Dad, do you understand?"

"don't know."

Jos walked to the garage with his long legs.

He doesn't understand.

"Dad, haven't you ever liked a girl at first sight? You really, really like that kind of girl."

"No."

"..." Unable to communicate.

Josnian picked up Qiao Chengfan by his collar and threw him into the passenger seat.

"Dad, I love you, please be gentle."

"..."

"dad……"

"Can you shut up?" Josnian yelled.

"..." Qiao Chengfan pursed his lips.

It's so pitiful. You can't even speak. Why is Lao Qiao so cruel?

Finally calm, Josnian started the car.

Why does this little thing talk so much?

Apart from his IQ and looks, nothing else was inherited from him!

Qiao Chengfan was disgusted and turned away, hum, ignoring Old Qiao.

No wonder there are no girls to chase and no girls to chase!

As soon as Josnian's car drove away, Qiao's house became quiet again.

The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the autumn colors are sultry.

Butler Tang watched Josnian leave and return to his house.

As soon as she came in, her cell phone rang, it was Fang Ya.

"Butler Tang, good morning."

"Miss."

"How are Master Qiao and Chengfan doing lately?"

"Everything is fine, Miss. You don't have to worry."

"Oh, okay, I just want to ask, then I'll feel relieved."

"Miss, how is your health? I heard that you need an operation?"

"No, I've taken medicine during this period and I'm much better. I may not need surgery." Fang Ya smiled.

Butler Tang nodded and sighed.

Fang Ya has cardiomyopathy, she knows it.

God is not fair to kind girls. For a girl as good as Fang Ya, really...

"Miss, you can take good care of yourself. You don't have to worry about Qiao Zhai."

"Okay, thank you, Butler Tang."

Fang Ya exchanged greetings with Butler Tang for a few more words before hanging up the phone.

"Ahem." Fang Ya coughed lightly.

"Are you feeling unwell?" A sweet male voice sounded.

Fang Ya raised her head and saw Fang Cheng.

She took out a book of Russian literature from the bookshelf and shook her head gently: "It's okay, just a little cold."

Fang Cheng took a white knitted jacket and put it on her shoulders: "Don't catch a cold."

"Thanks."

Fang Cheng is none other than the son her parents adopted before their death. He is three years younger than her and the same age as Fang Lan.

At that time, her parents were in poor health and felt that no one would take care of the sisters in the future, so they adopted a boy from an orphanage.
Chapter completed!