I don't know how long it took before Josnian put on his sunglasses and walked towards the Rolls-Royce.

Meng Chen followed closely behind.

"Master Qiao, why don't you sit down for a while? It's so hot outside." Butler Tang felt sorry for him after standing in the cemetery for so long.

Josnian didn't say anything and left.

Meng Chen drove.

The black Rolls-Royce quickly drove away from the cemetery, getting further and further away.

Josnian had a haggard and tired look on his brows. He rubbed his temples and closed his eyes.

Meng Chen couldn't see his face because of his sunglasses, but he knew that Josnian wasn't asleep.

"Sir, when I was young, my father often told me that we need to look forward in life, and good things can always cover up the bad things." Meng Chen said in a soft voice, "I think if he has knowledge, he will definitely still do it.

I would think so."

He couldn't understand all of Josnian's psychology, but he knew that you should always look forward to everything.

This is what his father taught him since he was a child.

Josnian remained silent.

Meng Chen stopped talking, and the car fell into brief silence again.

Meng Chen hadn't seen a smile on Josnian's face for a long time.

A smile was already a rarity for this man, and it was even more rare now.

The sun pours on the glass window, and the tiny rays of light are like broken jade, like pearls, and colorful.

It's a sunny day with no clouds in the sky today.

…

That night, Josnian went to the bar and drank a lot. When he returned to Qiao's house, it was already eleven o'clock in the night.

Meng Chen sent Josnian back.

"Steward Sun, make some sobering tea for Mr. Qiao," Meng Chen warned.

"Hey, okay." Butler Sun said quickly, "Mr. Meng, is Mr. Qiao drunk?"

"Yeah, but Mr. Qiao's wine is good, so don't worry, just make some sobering tea and take good care of him."

"Mr. Meng, what's wrong with Master Qiao? Why did you suddenly get drunk? Is it because of too much work pressure?"

"No." Meng Chen said calmly, "I'll go back first."

"OK."

Meng Chen sent Josnian back, and he drove away alone.

It was quiet late at night, with the sound of wind mixed with the chirping of insects.

Tiny and broken, there is noise in the silence.

Under the light of the street lamp, the trees are shadowed and their branches and leaves are intertwined.

Qiao Zhai is still the same as before, nothing has changed, the only change may be... it has become quieter.

Meng Chen drove away and saw an Alaska running behind him in the rearview mirror.

After running for a while, Alaska couldn't catch up, so he didn't continue to follow him, but his eyes were pitiful, half lonely and half hurt.

Meng Chen knew that it was Qiao Chengfan’s dog, Fantuan.

Meng Chen didn't know what it felt like in his heart, his limbs and bones were filled with astringent taste and unspeakable heaviness.

After Meng Chen's car drove away, Fantuan went home dejectedly, wagging his tail.

Butler Sun happened to come down from upstairs, and she took the rice ball back to its cage.

"Hey, why did you run out?" Butler Sun touched its head.

During this period, whenever a car comes to Qiao Zhai, Fantuan will happily run up.

However, if it doesn't see the person it wants to see, it will become very depressed.

Butler Sun discovered that his appetite for rice balls was gradually decreasing during this period. He ate nothing, not even his favorite beef, and lost a lot of weight.

I felt tired and listless all day long.

In the past, it liked to play with Ah Li, but now it just likes to lie on the ground, and sometimes it won't move for a whole day.

Butler Sun was scared and thought it had some disease.
Chapter completed!