Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 992 Two years have passed

Early in the morning in late July, she stepped onto the airport with her suitcase.

She didn't tell anyone when the plane took off, and she came to the airport silently.

There is a hint of sweetness in the morning wind, like the breath of dew.

Take a deep breath, the aroma of green grass and green trees.

This is the unique breath of summer, deeply engraved in my mind, like a knife carving, and cannot be erased.

It hasn't rained in the past few days, and it's extremely hot outside.

Ye Jiaqi was wearing a purple-pink knee-length dress and tied up his short hair with a hair tie, looking very refreshing.

She had no makeup on, and she was dragging a heavy suitcase in her thin hands.

She had nothing when she came to the capital, and she was alone when she left.

She was afraid of parting, so she didn't tell Ning An and Huo Jingyi that she was leaving.

When they found out, she was already on the plane to the United States.

She left a note for Ning An, and she hoped that An An would be happy.

After Ye Jiaqi got off the taxi, he carried his heavy luggage to the airport facing the sun.

"Hey……"

Accidentally, Ye Jiaqi didn't look forward to walking, tripped over the steps, and fell to the ground!
With a piece of skin scratched on his hand, Ye Jiaqi stood up from the ground and blew in distress.

It hurts.

A piece of the knee was also scratched.

With blood flowing out, Ye Jiaqi gritted his teeth and lowered his head to simply treat the wound.

"Do you need help?" The airport service staff came over.

"Is there an infirmary?"

"Yes, come with me."

"it is good."

Ye Jiaqi held onto the suitcase and staggered behind the staff.

It was so embarrassing that I could fall down wherever I walked.

The skin on my knee was scratched, and it still hurts.

The sun was baking the top of her head, and layers of sweat trickled down her forehead.

Ye Jiaqi left with the staff.

Not far away, a black Rolls Royce parked under the dense camphor trees.

The man on the co-pilot's seat had a serious face, deep eyes, and a pair of sharp eyes with an unknown light, like a deep pool of water, bottomless.

He saw Ye Jiaqi get out of the taxi dragging his suitcase, and he saw Ye Jiaqi fall down.

After a long time, he lit a cigarette.

The breath of nicotine can stimulate the nerves.

The smell of smoke wafted through the car.

"Master." Meng Chen, who was in the driver's seat, turned his head and glanced at him, lightly resting his hands on the steering wheel, "Going back?"

Josnian took a drag on his cigarette and said calmly, "Let's go."

Meng Chen nodded and turned the car around.

The car, like a sharp black arrow, quickly disappeared under the morning sun at the airport.

Meng Chen drove the car onto the highway: "Master, are you going to the group?"

"Go to the cemetery."

Meng Chen's hand paused slightly, and his heart sank uncontrollably.

cemetery...

On the way, at the flower shop, Josnian bought a bunch of white chrysanthemums.

Meng Chen knew that on this day, not a few days before the Miemen case, it was justifiable for Josnian to go to the cemetery.

Meng Chen's heart still sank.

Qin Qing was buried in the cemetery, as well as the people from Qiao Zhai who died in the accident.

Including Meng Chen's father.

After so many years, Meng Chen didn't feel too many turmoil in his heart. After all, more than 20 years have passed.

Both he and Master Qiao have grown from children under ten to men in their thirties.

What should be endured has already been endured, who can live in the shadows for a lifetime.

Meng Chen also bought white chrysanthemums for his father, and accompanied Josnian to the cemetery.

The weather was fine, cloudless, and the scorching sun poured down from the sky.

(End of this chapter)