When Josnian walked out of the reception room, everyone saw that their boss's face was gloomy, darker than the sky before the storm.

At this time, no one dares to touch the wall.

There are very few people who can make their boss so angry.

"Master Qiao, your hand is bleeding, shall I ask the doctor to come over?" Meng Chen hurried over.

"No, I'm going out for a while."

Josnian wiped the blood with a wet wipe and went downstairs to the garage.

"Master Qiao, Qiao Tianyou's place..."

"Don't let him step into Qiao's again!"

"yes."

The snow is still falling outside, the sky is overcast, and the road is wet.

Josnian drove the car out of the garage, and when he reached the intersection, he suddenly didn't know where to drive the car.

The Rolls-Royce stopped on the side of the road again.

He lit a cigarette, the smoke covering his stern face.

His sharp eyes were covered with a shallow layer of loneliness, like a long lonely night, long and deep.

He just sat in the car and looked at the snowflakes.

One piece, one piece... just like the sky filled with sadness.

His eyes fell forward, and the figure of a little girl suddenly popped into his mind.

I remember one time, it was snowing so heavily, and he came back from a business trip abroad.

Maybe it was snowing too hard, so the little girl didn't see him coming back for a while, and was lying on the window writing and drawing by herself.

There was a layer of white mist on the window, hazy.

Her white fingers were drawing outlines like that, her expression was focused, and her eyes were bright and clear.

It wasn't until he walked behind her that he saw what she wrote -

"After seeing each other again, we reminisce about each other, and share our dreams with you several times."

At that time, he was on a business trip for a whole month.

She was seventeen years old at that time.

He stood behind her for a long time without taking off his gloves or scarf, just silently watching her hands drawing on the window.

After a while, Ye Jiaqi found him.

As soon as she turned her head, it was as if the little girl's mind had been penetrated.

Swish, swish, swish...

She erased all the writing on the window.

She glanced at him and looked a little embarrassed: "I just learned it, writing it for fun."

After saying that, she blushed, lowered her head, and ran away in a flash.

The cigarette kept burning and burned Josnian's fingers.

He put out his cigarette, stepped on the accelerator, and drove to the bar.

The bar is relatively deserted during the day, and due to the bad weather, fewer people come.

This bar is Song Shaoyan's property, and Josnian has a specific private room here.

After coming in, he ordered a few bottles of whiskey.

"Master Qiao, do you need someone to accompany you?" The bar owner smiled and opened a drink for Josnian.

Josnian hasn't been here for a long time, but every time he comes he drinks a lot.

Josnian glanced at him: "You can call Song Shaoyan here."

"I can't move Boss Song."

"Then get out!" Josnian drank a glass of wine indifferently.

Josnian's heart was in a mess, and there was a fire in his abdomen, filling every cell in his body.

He shook the bottle and filled the glass.

Over the years, whenever I think of Qin Qing and Qiao Tianyou, some complicated emotions begin to get entangled.

He has always kept these unpleasant family matters deep in his heart.

A person has endured for so many years, but he can still be aroused by Qiao Tianyou.

The longer something is pressed, the easier it is for it to ferment until it explodes.

Especially when I think of Qin Qinghe more than 20 years ago.
Chapter completed!