Josnian reached out and touched her hair with his slender fingers.

"Have you cut your hair?"

Ye Jiaqi opened his eyes again and looked at him resentfully: "No more cutting."

"Um."

He seemed very satisfied, circling his fingers around her soft hair, letting the thin blue hair wrap around his fingertips.

Ye Jiaqi didn't resist, he held his head silently, his big eyes sparkling.

For her, it was an unexpected surprise for Josnian to come back.

It would be nice to come back.

Ye Jiaqi sat by the window and looked at the scenery along the way. She could clearly feel Josnian's burning eyes falling on her face.

She moved uncomfortably and looked away.

"Have you missed me these days?" Josnian said in a deep voice.

"..." Ye Jiaqi said nothing.

"In no mood?"

"..."

"Having no conscience." Josnian couldn't help but scold her.

Not as good as Qiao Chengfan.

He had only raised Qiao Chengfan for three years, and the little guy would coax him with sweet words.

He has raised her for twelve years, and she can't even say the word "think".

Josnian's eyes were filled with deep helplessness.

…

Josnian's new villa is in a beautiful place in the outer suburbs.

The area is not as good as Qiao Zhai, but the surrounding environment is as beautiful as Qiao Zhai, with beautiful mountains and clear waters and surrounded by trees.

There are not many servants in the villa, but it is quiet and peaceful.

Meng Chen sent Josnian in, while Qiao Chengfan held Ye Jiaqi's hand.

"Qiqi, what's wrong with my dad?" the little guy asked Ye Jiaqi sadly.

The voice was very low and aggrieved.

"Dad is just a little injured and will get better soon." Ye Jiaqi touched his little head.

The little guy nodded in understanding.

The maid has tidied up the room, making everything clean and tidy.

On the table is a bouquet of flowers, which looks particularly bright in the monotonous winter.

Josnian's room is on the first floor.

As soon as Ye Jiaqi and Qiao Chengfan entered the door, he shouted: "Qiqi, come here!"

"Be good, little Fanfan, go play by yourself." Ye Jiaqi let go of the little guy's hand.

The little guy immediately put on an expression of understanding and let go obediently.

Ye Jiaqi walked through the quiet corridor and walked to Josnian's bedroom.

"Master Qiao, what's going on?" She blinked.

"My hands feel uncomfortable."

"Um?"

"Help me change my clothes."

"Here... let me call the servant for you?" Ye Jiaqi was a little embarrassed.

"Need to call a servant? Huh? You're not willing to help me change my clothes?" Josnian was very dissatisfied.

His deep and deep eyes stared at her for a long time.

Ye Jiaqi paused for a few seconds, nodded, and walked towards him: "I'll help you."

She squatted down and opened the buttons of his coat with her white fingers.

In those twelve years, she really never served him. At most, she tied him a tie.

Even so, her tie-tying skills were abysmal.

Later, Josnian really thought she was stupid and wouldn't even let her tie her tie.

She was so spoiled by him that she couldn't do any kind of work.

One, two, three...

She unbuttoned Josnian's coat.

As soon as she got close to him, she smelled the familiar agarwood fragrance on his body, which was his unique scent.

Ye Jiaqi was fine, but Josnian's breath was hot!

When she came close to him, her hot breath carried a unique fragrance, making him feel hot all over.

Especially when her hair touched his neck, Josnian suddenly had the urge to press her on the bed.
Chapter completed!