Mr.Qiao, love me, are you afraid?

Su Jinse with shock on the car, assistant Ding leaned out of the window to say hello to Su Ma and started the car.

Su Jinse looks at Su MA in the rearview mirror. She stands under the huge sign of Jia's Hotel, waving to her with an egg white silk handkerchief in her hand.

She was wearing a smoky grey silk Qipao, elegant, as if she were a natural lady.

Before the car arrived in Beicheng, Su Jinse saw the latest news about Jia family on the car TV.

The news disclosed the distribution of Jia Detian's will. Su Ma didn't exaggerate the facts. What she said was true. Moreover, Jia's family had vineyards and pastures abroad, so she gave them all to Su ma.

Even the anxious assistant Ding came to see it carefully. After the news was broadcast, he said with emotion: "that Mrs. Jia is really a character. How many days have she married into the Jia family and got most of the Jia family's inheritance? She wants to go up to heaven by herself."

"A person's ability to hold so much property is dangerous." Su Jinse couldn't help sighing: "she doesn't understand the reason that virtue doesn't match?"

"Why is Miss Su so worried?"

"I feel it." She cast her eyes out of the window.

Assistant Ding's mind is heavier than her, and she doesn't continue to ask.

Back in the North City, assistant Ding tells Su Jinse that there will be a car to pick her up. He still has something to do and can't take her back to Qiao's house.

Su Jinse said he could go back, but assistant Ding didn't insist. He put Su Jinse down on the side of the road and left.

She looked at the taillights and thought assistant Ding was very anxious today.

Because Qiao Yi abused him again, or because something serious happened?

Su Jinse walked slowly on the road alone, and her heart was in a mess.

Because of Su Ma's affairs, her mind seems to grow a mess of grass, Qiao Yi's shadow is still looming in the mess of grass.

"Jinse."

All of a sudden, she heard a voice, she was a little slow, or very dull to move forward.

"Jinse." The man called her again, and she stopped to look back at her caller.

A man in a gray down coat stood in front of her, with rimless glasses and a gentle smile on his face.

Su Jinse shakes her mind for a moment. Maybe because this person has disappeared in her life for too long, Su Jinse thinks about it before calling out his name: "Zhijun."

"Yes, don't even know me." Liao Zhijun walked up to her again: "I didn't expect to meet you on the way. I was still wondering when you would come back to meet you!"

Su Jinse looked at him and laughed in a trance.

"When did you come back?"

"I've been back for a week. I went to see Jinqi and got your number from Jinqi."

"I know." Su Jinse nodded: "Jinqi told me."

"You don't look very good." Liao Zhijun's hand on her shoulder, as if before so intimate, never separated.

Through the thick clothes, Su Jinse still felt uncomfortable.

She flashed and Liao Zhijun's hand fell down.

"Well, let's find a place to drink. It's too cold on the street." Liao Zhijun said.

Su Jinse nodded: "well."

"What to drink?"

Su Jinse looked up across the street: "just the milk tea shop!"

Su Jinse and Liao Zhijun went into the milk tea shop. The shop was not big. There were only a few seats, but it was very quiet.

Liao Zhijun ordered Su Jinse red bean milk tea and asked with a smile, "do you still like this taste of milk tea?"

"Yes."

"I knew you were a girl who didn't change very easily." Liao Zhijun puts the milk tea into the straw and hands it to Su Jinse.

"Thank you." She took a sip of it. It was warm and comfortable to slip from her throat into her stomach.

Liao Zhijun likes the taste of Matcha, but he still drinks it.

However, he said, "this family's Matcha tastes bad."

"Then you have a different taste."

"You don't change, I don't change." Liao Zhijun's smile came out of his eyes behind the lens, warm like Su Jinse's red bean milk tea.

The person who has been missing for two years is right in front of him. Su Jinse is a little absent-minded.

"Jin se, how are you in the past two years?"

Su Jinse nodded unconsciously and shook his head quickly.

"Of course not. I heard from Jinqi that uncle Su died." Liao Zhijun's hand suddenly put on Su Jinse's finger: "I'm sorry, I can't accompany you at that time."

Su Jinse is wandering. For a moment, she doesn't pull her hand out of Liao Zhijun's.

Suddenly, Liao Zhijun looked out of the window and said in a soft voice, "Jinse, do you know them?"

"Well?" Su Jinse turned and looked out of the window, stunned.