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Chapter 4390 The years are always ruthless (12)

When Ye Jiaqi gets tired of sitting, he will stand up and rest for a while.

She likes to stand by the window and watch the rain outside.

Raising her hand, she wrote Josnian's name "Si Nian" on the windowpane covered with a layer of white fog.

After she finished writing, she would erase it with her finger.

There was no movement on the phone. He really didn't send her a text message. With this attitude, was he really going to have no contact with her forever?

Ye Jiaqi sneered, Josnian was now more difficult to coax than Qiao Chengfan.

She took her cell phone and sent him a text message: Remember to have breakfast, don't make do with breakfast.

She glanced at the time. It should be about four o'clock in the United States, and he was about to get up.

Josnian has a relatively regular schedule. When the weather is nice, he goes out for a morning jog. When the weather is bad, he goes to the gym. In short, he has no habit of sleeping in.

He should see it.

Ye Jiaqi put away his phone and looked at the garden outside the window.

The rain and dew in the garden are fresh and peaceful, a bit like the garden of Qiao Zhai. Every rainy day, it is moist and misty with water drops.

Ye Jiaqi didn't know if he would have the chance to return to Qiao's house in the future. It was more like a place that held all the memories of the past. Some of those memories were worthy of nostalgia, while others were unwilling to recall.

Take your time and everything will be fine, right?

Nowadays, she doesn't have much energy to care about the past, she just wants to give birth to her baby safely.

After taking a break, Ye Jiaqi sat on the sofa and browsed domestic news for a while.

She hadn't paid attention to domestic news for a long time. When she looked at it today, she saw the former Qiao Group building in a financial report.

The building has changed owners.

The Qiao family was renamed Rong family.

Scroll down, and she saw news about Rong's president signing a meeting, as well as various ribbon-cutting ceremonies.

I thought he was an older middle-aged man with a big belly, but I didn't expect him to be very young. He actually looked like he was only twenty years old, with an air of youth that had not faded from his face.

His name is Rong Jincheng.

What surprised Ye Jiaqi even more was that she saw a familiar figure next to this man, Han Yurou.

She and Han Yurou had not met many times, but Han Yurou was born with a kind of beauty that could not be ignored.

With just one glance, she recognized her.

Compared with before, Han Yurou's face looked much haggard, and no matter which photo it took, she never smiled.

In his impression, Ye Jiaqi remembered that she had a sweet smile and a generous personality.

To Ye Jiaqi, the capital city was more like a dream in the misty rain. When looking far into the distance, only a vague outline remained.

In the future, if Josnian can never recover her memory, then the capital will become just a symbol to her and will have no extra meaning.

Maybe, she would choose to stay in the United States with Josnian.

While I was flipping through the news, my phone rang.

Josnian replied with a text message: We have broken up!

Ye Jiaqi replied with one word: Oh.

I can't wait to break up with her. Is it fun to break up?

Ye Jiaqi touched the red rope on his hand and his eyes fell on the plump red bean.

She planned to bring Josnian a gift back, but she had not yet decided what to bring.

He seemed to really lack everything.

After being in a daze for a while, Ye Jiaqi continued to open the information given to her by Master Qiao Chengfan. Some of the difficult questions were really troublesome.
Chapter completed!
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