The Qiao and Song families are not competitors, and there is no interest dispute, so the friendship between him and Song Shaoyan is pure.

Josnian rubbed his eyebrows, his head aching.

It's a pity that you are so young.

Song Shaoyan is younger than him.

After hanging up the phone, Josnian's face was obviously not looking good and he was foggy.

He adjusted his mood, suppressed all the restlessness in his eyes, and then walked from the balcony to the restaurant.

As a mature man, it is naturally impossible for him to bring anything negative or unhappy to Ye Jiaqi.

Ye Jiaqi was tasting the fried pork he made: "The food you made is really delicious. How do you make it? Teach me some other time?"

She was so focused on eating that she didn't notice Josnian's expression.

"Okay, teaching fee."

"Tuition?" Ye Jiaqi looked at him with wide eyes and suddenly smiled. She ran to him and kissed him on the lips, "Isn't that right?"

"This is only enough to study for five minutes."

"Call the beast!"

"I'm not a beast, how can I let you scream?" Josnian shamelessly took her waist, leaned over and pecked her lips, like a dragonfly touching water, with the utmost tenderness.

Ye Jiaqi glared at him, his face turning red.

Every time Josnian made a move, she thought of the image of herself on the bed with her legs wrapped around his waist.

Every time, he thought she didn't scream loud enough, she was such a beast.

"Eat." Josnian stopped teasing her.

He was still thinking about Song Shaojun's phone call.

This time Song Shaoyan's ashes returned to China, I'm afraid not many people knew about it. In other words, only a few people would give him a ride on the road to hell.

He will definitely go.

But he won't take Ye Jiaqi there.

…

Two days later, it rained in Beijing.

It started raining around seven or eight in the morning and never stopped.

The winter rain in Beijing is very cold, always accompanied by the bleak north wind and the howling cold. When a drop falls on the body, the boundless coldness invades the bone marrow.

At four or five o'clock in the morning, the sky was still pitch black, and not a single sound could be heard outside, only the rain beating on the windows.

Josnian and Song Shaojun agreed to do so at five-thirty in the morning.

Josnian got up at around four o'clock.

Ye Jiaqi moved his lips and slept soundly without waking up.

After getting dressed and washing up, Josnian leaned down and pressed a kiss on her lips, which was lingering and deep.

He still remembered that on the day he learned about Song Shaoyan's accident, Ye Jiaqi asked him over and over again not to leave her.

He agreed.

Over the years, many of the promises made to her have not been fulfilled, and they will never be fulfilled again.

Ye Jiaqi smacked his tongue, clutching the duvet with his little paws, his cheeks rosy.

The corners of Josnian's lips curved upward, and he looked at her for a long time before going downstairs.

The sky was gloomy and it rained continuously.

The street lamps were also wet from the rain, emitting circles of shallow light.

Josnian didn't eat breakfast and drove directly into the rain toward the cemetery.

The cemetery is in the northern suburbs, and he specially found someone to order it.

It was very quiet and remote there, and no one would disturb Song Shaoyan.

Josnian's eyes showed deep sorrow, like the endless rain outside the window.

Although it had been more than a year since the last meeting, Song Shaoyan's voice and smile were still in his mind.

It seems like yesterday.
Chapter completed!