It was already past one o'clock in the morning when we arrived at Qiao's house, which was the quietest time of the day. Everything was completely silent and not a single sound could be heard.

There are also fireflies in Qiao Zhai.

Those little creatures were flying and jumping in the sky, decorating the house like a dream.

Josnian got off the car and was immediately greeted by a servant.

Josnian looked at Qiao Zhai carefully. He had not been here for a long time, and he felt a strange sense of trance.

"Master Qiao, if nothing happens, I'll go home first," Ou Fan said.

"Um."

Josnian strode towards Qiao's house.

The maid had already put in the hot water, and he went to the bathroom to take a bath without saying a word.

After taking off his clothes, hot water spread over his abdominal muscles and body, water droplets dripped down his hair, and a white mist filled the bathroom, covering the entire bathroom.

Josnian's wheat-colored skin was looming in the mist. He was lying in the hot water, with a lingering figure in front of him.

Qiao Zhai is still Qiao Zhai, but without her, it can never be a home.

After taking a shower, Josnian did not put on any clothes. He simply tied a white bath towel around his waist. He walked to the wine rack and opened a bottle of red wine. Smoking and drinking could not relieve his sorrow, but at least they could numb his nerves.

He sat on a chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, drinking wine and looking out the window.

The scenery outside the window was the same as always, much more beautiful than the night view of Qingshan Village, but Josnian had no interest in seeing it.

He drank one glass after another, and after drinking half a bottle in a row, his consciousness became a little hazy.

He put down the bottle and smoked a few more cigarettes.

Smoking and alcohol do have the effect of numbing the nerves. Soon, his mind went blank and he stopped thinking about anything.

If you don’t want to, don’t think about it, that’s fine.

The crescent moon is like a hook, and the clouds are misty.

…

After returning to the capital, Josnian was too lazy to go to the company and stayed alone in Qiao's house.

Many times he did nothing, just sat silently on the balcony and looked out the window.

Early that morning, Irving personally drove to Qiao's house.

He handed a large stack of documents into Josnian's hands: "President, here are last month's financial statements, as well as the quarterly summary. The money you frozen in Bank of America has been unblocked, except for the redemption of Ms. Ye's mortgage before

In addition to the industries that have gone out, there are many more.”

"Leave it, I'll take a look later." Josnian drank coffee.

"Are you feeling well? I see that you don't look well. Do you want to ask a doctor to come over and take a look?"

"What's my problem? Huh?"

"No, no problem." Irving coughed lightly.

Ou Fan put the document on the table: "Master Qiao, do you want to go and see Han Yun? I heard that the situation is very bad. Miss Han has been calling me and wants to see you, although I don't know what it is.

"

"What's wrong?"

"I asked around, it might be soon."

Josnian glanced at Irfan and said, "Go and take a look first."

"Okay." Irving responded, "By the way, Mr. Qiao, the person sent to pick up the young master has received news. He said that the young master is doing well in London. He has grown taller and is studying well. However, he just refuses to come back.

Capital City.”

"Where's the gift I sent him? Did you receive it?"

"I heard that I received it, but the young master... didn't want it." Ou Fan had already said it tactfully.

Unexpectedly, Josnian dug deeper and asked, "What do you mean you don't want it? You don't want it?"

"No...directly, just throw it away."

"I don't know if his temper is like mine or his mother's." Josnian chuckled.

Ou Fan couldn't answer the call.
Chapter completed!