"Meow, meow..."

As if he understood Ye Jiaqi's words, the little guy lay down at Ye Jiaqi's feet and barked several times, his big eyes looking pitiful.

Ye Jiaqi smiled and narrowed his eyes: "Be good."

She closed the door and walked out of the apartment.

The clouds are light and the wind is light outside, the weather is excellent, and there are fresh elements floating in the air, mixed with the fragrance of dust.

There is no custom of celebrating the Chinese Valentine's Day abroad. There are only a few shops hanging trinkets of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, which look quite interesting.

Ye Jiaqi walked on the bustling street and went to the mall to pick out some small gifts for himself.

Go shopping, watch a movie, and buy some cat food and toys for the little boy.

Electronic screens stand resolutely on the buildings in Financial Street.

International financial events are scrolled on the clear screen, all in English, with a high-end atmosphere.

Ye Jiaqi sometimes looked up and saw it.

She doesn't understand finance, but that familiar figure always appears on the electronic screen.

It's obviously familiar, but it feels strange in my heart.

Walking on the street, it is inevitable to see this scene.

What's more, Qiao's has been in the limelight recently, and I heard that it has established several branches in the United States.

You can often see his photos in street magazines. He is slender, cold and noble, and his cold and majestic face is always without a smile.

Since leaving him, they have only seen each other a handful of times.

Since he told her the whole truth, she also knew that he would not want to see her.

Who wants to look at the granddaughter of an enemy every day?

Her existence reminds him of the family massacre more than 20 years ago all the time.

Nowadays, one is different and two are wide.

This stroll lasted until four o'clock in the afternoon.

She drank a cup of coffee, bought some snacks, and went home carrying large and small bags.

The apartment building has an elegant environment with green trees, and there are always a few kittens and puppies downstairs.

Ye Jiaqi sometimes goes downstairs to feed them, and sometimes brings the little boy out to play with them.

The elevator went up to the eighth floor.

Ye Jiaqi called to Xiao Guai while taking the key: "Baby, baby, Qiqi is back. I brought you a lot of food, including the canned fish you like."

As soon as the door opened, the little boy immediately jumped to Ye Jiaqi's side and meowed happily.

"Miss Ye."

Just when Ye Jiaqi was about to put down the shopping bag in his hand, a young woman's voice came from behind, and she was extremely familiar.

The voice was light and airy, as if it was coming from the sky.

Ye Jiaqi's hands shook and he turned his head in disbelief.

Xiao Zi?

Yes, it's Xiao Zi.

And... around her...

Qiao Chengfan held Xiao Zi's hand, his big purple grape-like black eyes were full of excitement, and his pupils were filled with sparkling luster.

The little guy's eyelashes fluttered and his face turned red.

Ye Jiaqi was completely stunned and couldn't recover for a long time.

My eyes kept falling on the little guy, and surprise, surprise, and confusion... all came to my mind.

She also forgot to put down the shopping bag she was carrying. She opened her mouth slightly and froze in place in shock.

The little guy was dressed in beautiful denim overalls, a peaked cap, and a newly bought small backpack on his back. His fair little face was filled with rosy luster.

He rubbed his eyes, looked at Ye Jiaqi happily, and said in a sweet voice, "Qiqi, happy birthday."

Ye Jiaqi froze on the spot, unable to believe his eyes.

That's right, this is Xiaochengfan, she read it right!
Chapter completed!