Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 1653 The past is gone
As soon as the meeting ended, Ye Jiaqi called first.

"Are you going home for dinner tonight?" she asked expectantly.

Josnian glanced out the dark window, the night was falling, and the street lights were already on one after another: "Don't come back, don't wait for me."

"Got it." Ye Jiaqi knew he was busy these days, so he didn't ask any further questions.

Josnian and Meng Chen had dinner at the restaurant, and Josnian drank some wine.

"I'll go to the cemetery later. Tomb-sweeping Day is coming soon. I'll see if there's anything I need to buy." Josnian said calmly, but his voice was a little restless.

Meng Chen's heart skipped a beat, and he nodded, "En."

The cemetery not only contained the tomb of Josnian's mother, Qin Qing, but also his father's.

Of course, more than 20 years ago, dozens of people were killed in the Qiao family.

They are all living people, but they died overnight.

"Master Qiao, I won't go tonight. I will definitely go to the grave after the Ching Ming Festival."

"can."

"Master Qiao, the past has passed, more than 20 years." Meng Chen's throat moved, his tone was dull.

It would be a lie to say that he didn't mind, but he didn't worry too much about it these years. After all, Xiang Shaoguang and the murderer he hired died long ago.

If it is true that grievances are reciprocated, there is no end.

However, Josnian carried more things than he did.

Josnian picked up the wine glass and drank the red wine in one gulp, his brows were furrowed, and his jaw line was always tense.

He didn't open his mouth, just drank the wine silently, his eyes were as cold as frost, like snow in winter.

In an instant, the dining room was extremely quiet, with no sound to be heard.

Meng Chen also took a few sips from his wine glass.

Relatively speechless, the two just drank one glass after another, finishing the wine in the glass.

Every year at this time, even the air seems to be covered with a layer of ice, which can freeze the heart at any time.

But this year's spring is not too warm, and the cold spring is expected to add a bit of coolness.

No one spoke again, just drinking their own wine.

After not eating for a long time, Meng Chen sent Josnian downstairs.

"I'll call the driver." Meng Chen said.

Josnian nodded and got into the co-pilot with a dull pain in his head.

I can't tell whether it's a headache or a heartache, but the pain follows me like a shadow and I can't go away.

Joe's Cemetery.

There are willows, pine trees, and poplars planted all around, and it is green everywhere you look.

It is the season when the trees sprout buds in early spring, and the trees and grass in the cemetery also sprout green buds.

The cemetery is in a remote place, and the driver took more than an hour to get there.

The outskirts are pitch black, and you can't see your fingers.

The driver brought Josnian over without turning off the lights.

Butler Tang came out of the room in surprise: "Master Qiao, why are you here and why didn't you call me, I'm ready."

"It happens to be free, come over."

The evening wind blows on the body, which is piercingly cold.

Josnian only wore a suit jacket with a white shirt inside.

His black leather shoes stepped on the cement road, his steps were heavy, and his face was gloomy.

"Master Qiao, you can come during the day, but it's too cold at night." Tang Butler followed Josnian, and she smelled alcohol on Josnian.

"It's okay, just take a look first, and I will come again in a few days for Ching Ming Festival."

"All the flowers and branches have been cut, and all the sacrifices have been prepared. Master Qiao can rest assured."

(End of this chapter)