Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 577

"What else? Take care of you like a mature man?" Fang Cheng's voice was soft.

Fang Ya's eyes darkened, and there was a faintness in her eyes that could not see the bottom.

She lowered her head, a strand of hair hanging by her ear.

The wind blew up and wrinkled a pool of spring water.

"Ah Cheng." Fang Ya changed the topic, "Tell me, who is Qiao Chengfan's biological mother?"

On the other side, Fang Cheng frowned.

"Isn't Master Qiao also looking for it? I haven't found it after searching for so long. It seems that the woman is also dead."

"As far as I know, Master Qiao is not a man with a messy private life."

"But Master Qiao has been in the capital for many years. Isn't it normal for him to have several women?" Fang Cheng disagreed.

"That's what you said." Fang Ya withdrew her thoughts, "It's just that Ye Jiaqi is a very rich woman. She is approaching Qiao Chengfan, so she may be planning something."

"It's just a dog in Qiao's house, what else do you want to think about?"

"Yeah, she can turn the world upside down, Master Qiao's things, it's not up to her."

"So, Yaya, don't worry."

"Okay, stop talking, lawyer Zhang is here, I'll go talk to him."

"Okay, take care."

Fang Ya hung up the phone and looked out the window.

The sun shone weakly on the ground, with very little light, and there were rows of tall and bare trees in the distance.

The indescribable bleakness and chill are the unique atmosphere of Beijing in winter.

There are particles floating in the air, floating and sinking, and when the wind blows, they scatter in all directions.

Fang Ya folded her shawl, put away her phone, and walked to the living room.

……

Three days before New Year's Eve, thousands of houses are already lit up and noisy.

There are lights and festoons everywhere, and the atmosphere of the New Year is very strong.

Qiao Chengfan was taken out to play by Huo Jingyi, and Ye Jiaqi went out for a stroll alone.

Not much incentive to buy new stuff.

Even the word "New Year" faded in her heart three years ago.

Walking, at the end of an old alley, Ye Jiaqi saw a seller of plum cakes.

Pausing in her tracks, she stood in front of the stall in a daze.

Old streets, old scenes, vaguely old times and years.

When I was a child, the family conditions were not very good, but her mother would buy her a lot of delicious plum cakes every Chinese New Year.

Later, when I came to Qiao's residence, I couldn't change my habit, and I was so greedy that I always wanted to eat.

I dare not ask for it in the first year.

In the second year, she couldn't help being greedy, and started chatting and insinuating with Josnian.

"Young Master Qiao, look at that plum cake looks delicious."

"Young Master Qiao, the old man who made plum cakes worked so hard. There are not many customers, and the weather is so cold."

"Young Master Qiao, it's really cold today. Eat something warm to warm your stomach."

Someone walked beside her and ignored her.

When she walked back to Qiao's residence, her plum cake was also ruined.

She sat at home listlessly, unhappy.

But the next day, there were a few warm plum cakes on her table, still steaming.

"Aunt Lu bought it." He left the plum cake and left.

Looking at his back, she flew up with joy!

Although Aunt Lu bought it, she is also happy!
When I was young, it was really small things that made me happy for a long time.

Teenagers don't know how to feel sad.

"Girl, do you want to buy one? I just made it and it's delicious."

At the entrance of the alley, the old woman called Ye Jiaqi.

Ye Jiaqi recovered and nodded, "Buy one."

She found a quiet place and ate alone on the cold steps.

At the end of the sight, there is nothing.

It was empty, only she was like a kitten.

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