"Life or death." Josnian was in a very depressed mood.

He took out a pack of cigarettes and lit them.

Continuous raindrops fell on his face, and the cold wind blew like a knife.

The cigarette butts were clearly extinguished, and the darkness in his eyes was like the heavy sky, with no light visible.

Fang Ya leaned in front of the tombstone and kept crying.

The tears mixed with the rain, and she almost died from crying.

"Stop crying. You have a bad heart. Don't be too sad. Go back." Josnian held her arm.

"Master Qiao, I really want to accompany my grandpa. I have no relatives in this world."

"Don't say stupid things."

Fang Ya still couldn't help crying.

It was like I had cried all my tears in this life.

Fang Ya kept crying, intermittently, with tears streaming down her face.

When Josnian finished smoking a cigarette, it started raining heavily.

"Let's go back to Qiao's house." Josnian took her arm.

"Master Qiao, I want to see grandpa again..."

"Don't be willful. Grandpa loves you so much. He definitely doesn't want to see you so sad."

"Master Qiao..."

"Let's go."

Josnian couldn't help but asked Meng Chen, who was also coming, to take Fang Ya back to the car.

"Master Qiao, won't you come back to Qiao's house with me?"

Josnian didn't respond.

But Meng Chen spoke up: "Miss Fang, Master Qiao needs to go for treatment, and I'm afraid I can't accompany you."

"How long will it take? Can I accompany you?" Fang Ya looked anxious.

"Go to T city for a week." Meng Chen said.

"T City? It takes more than an hour by plane. Can I take care of you along the way?"

"No need." Josnian declined in a deep voice, "You are not in good health and can't help but be tired."

"Then Master Qiao, take care of yourself."

"Um."

Josnian got into his Rolls-Royce.

Fang Ya held an umbrella and watched him leave.

This place is not far from Qiao's house, but it is deserted and very depressed.

Especially today's dim sky adds a bit of tragedy and desolation to this place.

Meng Chen drove and Josnian closed his eyes.

The rain outside the window flowed down the glass window and formed long lines.

The window quickly became blurry and the scenery outside could not be seen.

Halfway through the drive of the Rolls-Royce, Josnian's cell phone rang.

"Master Qiao, haven't you come back yet? It's raining heavily outside, remember not to catch a cold," Ye Jiaqi warned.

Today, Saturday, he went out before she woke up.

I asked the servants, but they didn't know where he had gone.

Ye Jiaqi's voice was sweet and clear, echoing in the car.

Josnian curled his lips.

"It won't be good if you catch a cold. It's almost dinner time, will you come back to eat? If you come back, I'll ask the kitchen to cook more dishes."

"Why didn't you do it yourself?" Josnian's voice was a little more joyful.

"It's not you who said that my cooking tastes bad. You are such a picky eater and I can't serve you."

"You do it today."

Suddenly, I wanted to eat what she had cooked.

"Then when will you come back and what do you want to eat?"

"I'll be home in half an hour."

"Hmm." Ye Jiaqi glanced at the clock on the wall. Half an hour later, it happened to be 11:30 noon, "Then I can do something casually?"

"Um."

"If you say it doesn't taste good, I won't cook it for you next time," Ye Jiaqi said.

Josnian smiled.

"Xiao Fanfan is not as picky as you." Ye Jiaqi snorted coldly.

"Qiqi, are you praising the baby?"

On the other end of the phone, the little guy's voice came again.
Chapter completed!