Meng Chen's car is really nice, better than the car she drove in London.

She told him that she was better off than he was, but she was just quick to talk.

How could she have a better life than him...

He followed Mr. Qiao in the capital, calling the shots, gaining power, status, and money.

And she is wandering around the world and has no fixed place to live, so how can she be better than him...

I just don't want to admit it.

A layer of white mist formed in Xiao Zi's eyes, thick and dense in her eye sockets, just like the water vapor outside the window, thick and low.

Nothing can be done to dissolve it.

He lives a better life than she does, and she has nothing to be jealous of.

She just hates people who live a better life than you, yet come to insult you and get up and down in front of you.

And Meng Chen is such a person.

His appearance once was like adding a handful of salt to her wounds.

It was He who gave me the wounds, and He also sprinkled the salt.

We haven't seen each other for five years, why bother.

Xiao Zi drove the car, the expression on her face gradually cooled down, and her eyes were filled with endless coldness.

The fog outside the window was thick and could not be dispersed.

The car was driving very slowly.

The Star Reaching Tower was also in the rearview mirror, gradually disappearing.

There is no need to know each other before we meet.

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The next day, early morning.

The thick fog has not lifted, and there is a layer of white frost on the windows.

The gloomy weather these days has extended the winter in Beijing indefinitely.

The abrupt and dry treetops have yet to sprout new shoots.

The footsteps of spring are long overdue.

This morning, the temperature was very low.

When Ye Jiaqi woke up, the person next to his pillow had already gone out.

She was in a daze and couldn't open her eyes. When she touched it with her hand, she found that the quilt on the other side was already cold.

Has he been out for a long time?

Ye Jiaqi pressed the alarm clock and then sat up from the bed.

Shaking her messy hair, she stared blankly at the white wall in front of her.

She slept for a long time this night.

Yesterday I slept all afternoon, and then went back to sleep after dinner, as if I had made up for all the sleep I had gotten in so many days.

I had a dreamless night and slept extremely soundly.

Josnian hugged her, and she didn't care much about him. She slept like a little turtle, motionless.

Sometimes she occupied most of the bed, but Josnian didn't care about it, frowned and continued to sleep.

Ye Jiaqi rubbed his sleepy eyes and glanced at the wall clock. It was already nine o'clock in the morning.

It's Saturday, no need to go to work.

She held her dizzy head and jumped out of bed.

After changing out of her pajamas and washing, she slowly went downstairs.

"Miss Ye, are you awake? I'll ask the kitchen to cook whatever you want to eat." The servant stood respectfully by the stairs.

"Just a glass of milk and a sandwich." Ye Jiaqi is not very picky about food, "Where is the young master?"

"The young master went to the piano teacher."

"Where's Master Qiao?"

"Master Qiao left early in the morning."

"oh oh."

Everyone is busy, but she is the most leisurely.

Ye Jiaqi was sitting at the dining table, looking at the huge villa with a hint of trance in his eyes.

On the ring finger of her left hand was the beautiful diamond ring. She rubbed it gently, feeling unexplained in her heart.

"Where is my suitcase? Help me move it to the bedroom on the first floor later." Ye Jiaqi asked.

"Miss Ye, do you want to pack your luggage?"

Ye Jiaqi nodded: "Well, your Master Qiao is back safe and sound. It's time for me to go."

I promised to come here to take care of him before, just because he was in poor health and seriously injured and needed someone to take care of him every step of the way.

But now, he is back well.

She was finally relieved.
Chapter completed!