Men are really strange creatures.

Men often say they cannot see through women, but how can women see through men?

Ye Jiaqi didn't quite understand why Song Shaoyan was with another woman since he was already married.

Huo Jingyi said that men distinguish between "love" and "sex" very clearly.

So is Song Shaoyan like this too?

Ye Jiaqi suddenly felt that he was just a little white flower in love.

She has never been in love, so she really doesn't understand men's thoughts.

However, she felt that Song Shaoyan went too far.

Ning'an is such a beautiful and gentle girl, how can she be inferior to this little woman?

Not far away, the Bentley started up and drove away.

Ye Jiaqi was furious.

But even if she saw this kind of thing, she wouldn't dare tell Ning An.

Firstly, she was not familiar with Ning'an, and secondly, it was inconvenient for her to interfere in household matters.

Ye Jiaqi was so angry that he scolded Song Shaoyan before carrying the shopping bag home.

There is no reliable man these days.

I really don’t know what Song Shaoyan is dissatisfied with when he has a beautiful wife and is still cheating on her outside.

After returning home, Ye Jiaqi started cooking hot pot.

Eating hotpot alone was too monotonous, so she simply called Ji Qinghan.

"Mr. Ji, are you free? May I treat you to hot pot? After eating, can we chat again?"

"I have something on my hands, I'm afraid I can't go."

"Oh..." Ye Jiaqi was slightly disappointed, "Then when will you be free?"

"Huh? Have you thought it through?"

"Yeah. I originally planned to ask you to help me after we finish eating hot pot. If you are busy, then I will wait for you."

"Okay, tonight? I can get there before seven o'clock in the evening."

"Tonight?"

"Yes, do you really have to think clearly tonight?"

Ji Qinghan asked her categorically, and Ye Jiaqi's heart felt a little cold.

She gripped the phone hard, her lips trembling slightly.

"I'll send you the address."

"Um."

After hanging up the phone, Ye Jiaqi sat on the sofa and looked at the wall blankly.

In the kitchen, the hot pot made a hissing sound.

Ye Jiaqi came to his senses and walked over to continue cooking hot pot.

Her face was very pale, without any blood, especially her lips, which were as pale as paper.

After today, she can say a complete goodbye to the past.

The capital is still the same capital, but Ye Jiaqi is no longer the same Ye Jiaqi.

From now on, she would forget about the man named Josnian, his name, and everything related to him.

Fifteen years of memories about him will be burned to ashes.

Not a blade of grass grows.

Ye Jiaqi took the bowl and sat at the table eating lunch blankly, his eyes empty.

Tears fell unexpectedly.

Click, click...

It fell on the back of her hand.

Suddenly, she remembered some sporadic past events, and thought of the scene when they had hot pot at Qiao Zhai.

He doesn't like to eat out and goes home most of the time.

Winter is a good time to eat hot pot.

On weekends, she really wanted to eat hot pot, so she ran to the kitchen to act coquettishly with Aunt Lu.

"Aunt Lu, how about we have hot pot tonight? I'll help you cook it."

Aunt Lu smiled and said: "Little miss, Mr. Qiao doesn't like hot pot very much. He dislikes the taste. How about I take you out to eat next time?"

She instantly pursed her lips: "Is it really impossible to eat?"

"How about, little miss, you call Master Qiao?"

"Forget it." She didn't dare to call him, she was afraid that he would be unhappy.
Chapter completed!