On the evening of New Year's Eve, snowflakes fell from the sky.

On the dim sky, the sunlight gradually faded away, leaving only the last trace of light.

Snowflakes are like catkins in spring, flying one by one, falling on the treetops, on the roof, and on the ground.

Beijing.

In an elegant and exquisite courtyard.

In the courtyard, a tall pomegranate tree stands gracefully.

The branches are bare and stretch diagonally toward the sky, splitting the sky into puzzle pieces.

A slender man stands in the wind.

The lines on his face are as sharp as a knife, his thin lips are tightly pursed, and his eyes are deep and cold.

Josnian was wearing a long black coat and looked at the white sky in the distance with far-reaching eyes.

The sky was dark, there was no sun, and the surroundings were foggy.

There is a cigarette between his right hands.

The cigarette butt was burning quietly. When the wind blew, the ashes fell and landed on the edge of his black leather shoes.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and frowned.

There was a cold and eerie luster in his eyes, which flickered and faded, appearing and disappearing.

He raised his hand and took a puff of cigarette, and the smoke slowly rose next to the side of his face.

The north wind blew his coat, making a hunting sound.

Under the pomegranate tree, the man has a slender figure, a straight back, and is extremely independent.

"Master Qiao, it's New Year's Eve." Meng Chen walked behind him.

"Yeah." Josnian dusted off the cigarette butt and his eyes dimmed.

The lights came on, making his shadow very long.

"Master Qiao, the young lady and the young master are celebrating the New Year together this year. The young lady has taken the young master back."

Josnian didn't speak.

"Master Qiao, it's snowing, dinner is ready." Meng Chen said.

"You go down first." Josnian ordered calmly.

"yes."

Meng Chen obeyed, nodded and stepped back.

After walking a little further, he looked back at Josnian.

This is the first New Year that Mr. Qiao has spent alone, without Qin Qing, without Ye Jiaqi, and without Qiao Chengfan.

But this man is strong enough to support these unnecessary loneliness and loneliness.

His shoulders are broad enough to block all the wind, rain, cold wind and arrows.

Under his shoulders, there is only warmth and a pure world.

The blood, conspiracy, and darkness were all blocked by his shoulders.

The night is getting darker.

Meng Chen saw Josnian standing outside with his eyes in the distance.

This place is low-key and quiet.

You can vaguely hear the sound of firecrackers, but it is more ethereal and peaceful.

Meng Chen called Ye Jiaqi.

"Miss Ye."

Ye Jiaqi is feeding the little guy ribs!

The little guy giggled while eating and slapped the table to make trouble with Ye Jiaqi.

"Mr. Meng."

Ye Jiaqi answered the phone and walked to the balcony.

She was afraid that the children would hear it.

"Miss Ye, have a good New Year's Eve."

"Thank you, Mr. Meng, you too." Ye Jiaqi said hello.

"I heard that you are taking care of young Master Chengfan."

"Yeah, I took him home, do you think I'm nosy?" Ye Jiaqi blinked.

"Take good care of him."

Ye Jiaqi smiled: "I thought you would also think that I take care of Qiao Chengfan for a purpose."

"I have never thought so." Meng Chen was very calm, "I know what kind of person you are."

Suddenly, Ye Jiaqi was moved.

Although Meng Chen was not good at words, these words really moved her.

"Thank you, Mr. Meng."

Some people believe her.

"I believe you can take good care of the young master." Meng Chen said.
Chapter completed!