As soon as Josnian left, the air suddenly became silent.

Ye Jiaqi looked out the window. Somehow, there was no snow in the city, only gloomy weather.

It seems that it was the low temperature in Maple Mountain that caused so much snow.

Ye Jiaqi closed the curtains and took out wool from the closet.

She agreed to knit a scarf for Qiao Chengfan and knitted a scarf for Josnian at the same time.

She chose a lovely bright yellow for Qiao Chengfan, and a low-key smoky gray for Josnian.

This was the last thing she did for their father and son.

Many years later, she was just a passer-by in their lives, silently.

She sat on the sofa silently, knitting a scarf silently.

After Josnian left her, he went to the property notary office.

His mother's large inheritance had been handed over to him by Qin Shi'en, and he needed to guard against Qiao Tianyou's ambitions.

Completed the formalities early to avoid long nights and nightmares.

Although Qin Qing's inheritance is not many, they are mainly antique calligraphy, paintings and jewelry, which are marketable and priceless.

"Master Qiao, will all the property be transferred to your name?" Lawyer Chen asked.

"Go to her."

Josnian handed over a marriage certificate.

He lit a cigarette, his face showing a cold, dull color.

Lawyer Chen was surprised and nodded: "Okay, Mr. Qiao, I will handle it right away, very soon."

"Um."

After the lawyer left, Josnian stood alone at the window smoking.

The sky is gloomy outside.

…

Half a month later.

Ye Jiaqi finally knitted the scarves for the father and son.

She went to work during the day, and when she came back at night she stopped playing games and was busy knitting scarves.

I haven't used my hands for many years, but I didn't expect that the craftsmanship was pretty good.

The little scarf she knitted for Qiao Chengfan was particularly cute, and it sort of settled her worries.

Josnian didn't come back for the past half month. He would occasionally call her to say hello.

It seems that he is on a business trip.

And Ye Jiaqi hasn't seen Huo Jingyi for half a month.

There was no day when Huo Jingyi was noisy in my ears, and everything suddenly became quiet.

In the middle of winter, the weather is extremely cold.

When I got off work in the evening, it was already dark.

"Ms. Ye, I'm free today, why don't we meet tonight?"

Ye Jiaqi grabbed the phone and saw a call coming from the other end.

The young man's voice was clear and calm, without any desire or desire.

Just like his name, Ji Qinghan.

She wrapped her scarf tightly and looked slightly surprised: "Didn't you say you have no time abroad recently? Why did you suddenly return to the capital?"

She thought it would be some time before he came back.

For a moment, my heart suddenly trembled.

"Something happened temporarily, so I came back."

"How long will it take for you to come back this time?"

"Three days."

Ye Jiaqi grabbed the phone, his eyes filled with indifference, and suddenly he didn't know how to speak.

It was as if there was a hand at the center of my heart, suddenly grabbing hold of it.

"Miss Ye, I have to go abroad to take care of Ayue. If you think about it, we can talk tonight." Ji Qinghan continued.

"See you somewhere." Ye Jiaqi's voice was a little floaty.

"Just the cafe here in Five Star Plaza."

There was a whistling wind coming from the other end, Ji Qinghan should be standing outside.

Ye Jiaqi's eyes flashed with confusion.

After a long time, she nodded: "Okay."

"Well, then I'll drive there first."

After hanging up the phone, Ye Jiaqi stood there for a long time, not even feeling the wind on his face.

Ji Qinghan, a real estate upstart.
Chapter completed!