Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 1763 Clothes are not as good as new, people are not as good as old

The next morning, no wind, no fog, no rain.

The sunlight penetrated the clouds and sprinkled on everything in the capital, and there were vibrant green trees everywhere.

Ye Jiaqi wore a long ginger skirt, an off-white knitted shawl, and a pair of black leather shoes.

She never thought that she would leave in this way, almost fleeing, she didn't dare to take another look at Qiao Zhai.

Meng Chen personally came to pick her and Steward Sun, and drove them to the airport in person.

Aunt Mei couldn't make it because she had a caesarean section to do, so she just sent a message telling her to be careful on the way.

It was a long way to Chicago, and Aunt Mei told Butler Sun to take care of Ye Jiaqi more.

Ye Jiaqi knew that Aunt Mei loved her dearly, and she also thanked Aunt Mei for taking good care of her during this time.

Knowing Aunt May, she is very lucky.

Josnian bought her a lot of things, especially some time ago, and brought her gifts every day.

Now, she kept those gifts in Qiao's house.

With Josnian gone, the gift lost all meaning.

Meng Chen was not a talkative person, and he didn't say much along the way. He knew that Aunt Mei had said everything that needed to be said.

During this time, Ye Jiaqi never asked about Qin Shien's fate.

Meng Chen knew that Ye Jiaqi looked down on some people.

For more than a month, Qin Shien's life has not been very good. He sits in a wheelchair all day long, with a dazed expression, and loves to hold Qin Qing's photos the most, and does nothing else.

All his subordinates were detained by the police, and he completely became an old man who no one cares about.

He may not have thought that when he was almost 80 years old, he was abandoned by everyone, and he could no longer call the wind and rain, and no one would curry favor with him.

Originally, there were grandchildren and great-grandchildren who could spend their old age happily, but they couldn't forget some gloomy past events.

Carrying too much will eventually crush you.

airport.

Meng Chen took all the suitcases in for Ye Jiaqi. He didn't say much, but his deep eyes revealed endless sadness.

"Mr. Meng, Steward Sun and I are going through the security check. Thank you for bringing us here. Take care." Ye Jiaqi bid farewell to Meng Chen.

Meng Chen's jaw line was tight, and he nodded: "Take care too."

"Then we'll go ahead."

"Ah."

Meng Chen didn't want to keep him any longer, and Ye Jiaqi and Steward Sun walked side by side to the security checkpoint.

Ye Jiaqi carried a small bag, and Butler Sun pushed the suitcase.

Gradually, their figures were lost in the crowd and could not be found.

Meng Chen stood on the spot for a long time, with an indelible heaviness in his heart.

He turned and went out, found his car, sat in the car and lit a cigarette.

The smell of smoke dissipated slowly, he rubbed his temples vigorously, and took another drag on the cigarette.

Josnian was gone, Xiao Zi was gone, and Ye Jiaqi was gone.

In the capital, he was left alone.

What he misses most is the days in his early twenties, when he was full of vigor and gave advice, he and Josnian talked about Qiao's future plans and worked on one project after another.

Even if it is socializing every night, raising funds everywhere, and being calculated by others, it seems that all difficulties can be easily resolved between talking and laughing.

At that time, I felt that the future was bright and that everything had hope.

But now, it's like a movie, the curtain call is over, and the people are gone.

Clothes are not as good as new, and people are not as good as they are.

Meng Chen took another puff of his cigarette, the smoke was lingering, and his vision was hazy.

(End of this chapter)