Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 548 Everything is over

Ye Jiaqi smiled sadly: "But I don't care about him, I don't care about him at all. What does he have for me to see, Meng Chen, you just lied to me, I won't go, I won't go..."

When it rained that day, he drank wine.

He asked her what if he couldn't come back?
Is this a prophecy?

Ye Jiaqi was cold all over, extremely cold.

Her hands were shaking, and she grabbed the scarf so hard she couldn't help herself.

Meng Chen looked at her and nodded slightly: "Miss Ye, take care of yourself, I'll go to the airport later."

After finishing speaking, he bent down to pick up the magazines on the floor for Ye Jiaqi.

"Miss Ye, here." He put the magazine and documents in Ye Jiaqi's arms.

Ye Jiaqi's eyes were dull and unfocused.

Holding the magazine, she barely reacted.

"Master Qiao left very suddenly and didn't leave any words, but I think, no matter when, he hopes that you will be happy."

"Meng Chen, you are so long-winded, really, so long-winded." Ye Jiaqi choked up, "Stop talking, stop talking, stop talking..."

Meng Chen looked at Ye Jiaqi.

He was a little worried about her.

"Miss Ye..."

"Go, go!" Ye Jiaqi yelled hysterically.

A cool fluid slid across his cheeks.

Is it raining?The weather will be fine tomorrow...

Ye Jiaqi looked up. She wasn't crying, so how could she cry.

That bastard, she really hated him to death.

"Take care of yourself."

Meng Chen told her, turned around and left, and drove out of the community.

The black car drove away, leaving behind only a trail of dust.

The wind and sand in the capital was so strong that it dazzled Ye Jiaqi's eyes.

She stood there blankly, her gaze falling into the distance.

The wind blew her hair, and she stood like a statue, silent and motionless.

Some things are like sand between hands, the more you want to hold them tightly, the more you can't hold them.

Ye Jiaqi closed his eyes.

Two lines of boiling hot liquid flowed down.

Finally, she and Josnian would no longer have a slight connection.

Everything is over.

"Young Master Qiao, can you watch a TV show with me?"

"Josnian, I don't have a puppy love, I don't have a puppy love, you are too vexatious, I don't want to talk to you anymore."

"It's thundering, I'm afraid, if you lend me the quilt to sleep for one night, I won't be afraid, really."

"The snow falls so well, can you watch it with me every year?"

"The sycamore tree, the rain in the middle of the night, what does it mean?"

"I'm waiting for you, waiting for you to go home."

……

Ye Jiaqi covered his heart and squatted down.

There seemed to be a hand tightly strangling her heart, causing pain in all her limbs.

It was like water plants entangled her body, unable to breathe.

Heart beating violently.

For a moment, she thought she was dead too.

The sky is spinning like a thunderbolt splitting the waves.

The dazzling sunlight shone on Ye Jiaqi's body, and her petite body curled up like a homeless wild cat.

When the wind blows, it blows her hair, and the shadow falls on the open space alone.

The cold wind blows, blowing away thoughts.

Dead leaves fly, but they cannot fly out of desolation.

All, end.

"Miss, do you need help?" A kind person came over.

In a daze, Ye Jiaqi raised his head.

The sun was glaring and her face was pale.

"Miss?" the man called again.

She shook her head and held the magazines and documents tightly in her arms: "I'm fine."

She is fine.

It's all right.

After finishing speaking, she quickly ran to the entrance of the corridor and ran back home in one breath.

His legs and hands were shaking uncontrollably.

(End of this chapter)