"Otherwise? Take care of you like a mature man?" Fang Cheng said in a soft voice.

Fang Ya's eyes darkened, and there was an unseen sense of tranquility in her eyes.

She lowered her head, a strand of hair hanging by her ear.

The wind suddenly picked up and ruffled a pool of spring water.

"Acheng." Fang Ya changed the topic, "Tell me, who is Qiao Chengfan's biological mother?"

On the other side, Fang Cheng frowned.

"Master Qiao is also looking for her. I haven't found her after searching for so long. It seems that the woman is dead too."

"As far as I know, Master Qiao is not a man with a chaotic private life."

"But isn't it normal for Mr. Qiao to have several women in the capital for many years?" Fang Cheng disagreed.

"That's what you said." Fang Ya retracted her thoughts, "It's just that this woman Ye Jiaqi is very rich. She is approaching Qiao Chengfan, so she may have some calculation."

"It's just a dog kept in Qiao's house, what else do you want to do with it?"

"Yes, she can still turn the world upside down. Master Qiao's things are not her turn yet."

"So, Yaya, don't worry."

"Okay, let's not talk anymore. Lawyer Zhang is here. I'll go talk to him."

"Okay, take care."

Fang Ya hung up the phone, raised her head and looked out the window.

The sun shines feebly on the ground, with very little light. In the distance are rows of tall, bare trees.

The indescribable desolation and chill are the unique atmosphere of Beijing in winter.

There are particles floating in the air, and when the wind blows, they scatter in all directions.

Fang Ya gathered her shawl, put away her phone, and walked to the living room.

…

Three days before New Year's Eve, thousands of houses are already lit up with lights and bustle.

There are lights and colors everywhere, and the New Year atmosphere is very strong.

Qiao Chengfan was taken out to play by Huo Jingyi, and Ye Jiaqi went out for a walk alone.

I don't have much thought about buying new things.

Even the word "New Year" had faded in her heart three years ago.

While walking, Ye Jiaqi saw a plum blossom cake seller at the end of an old alley.

She paused and stood in front of the stall in a daze.

Old streets, old scenes, and a vague sense of the past.

When she was a child, her family's conditions were not very good, but her mother would buy her a lot of delicious plum blossom cakes every Chinese New Year.

Later, when I arrived at Qiao Zhai, I couldn't change my habit and I kept craving for food.

I didn’t dare ask for it in the first year.

In the second year, she couldn't help but get greedy, and began to talk to Josnian here and there, making insinuations.

"Master Qiao, look at that plum blossom cake, it looks delicious."

"Mr. Qiao, the old man who makes plum blossom cakes is working really hard. There are not many customers and the weather is so cold."

"Master Qiao, it's really cold today. Eat something warm to warm your stomach."

Someone was walking beside her and ignored her.

It wasn't until she walked back to Qiao's house that her plum blossom cake was ruined.

She sat at home listlessly, unhappy.

But the next day, there were several warm plum blossom cakes on her table, still steaming.

"Aunt Lu bought it." He dropped the plum blossom cake and left.

She looked at his back and was so happy!

Although Aunt Lu bought it, she is still happy!

When I was young, I was really happy about the little things.

Young people don’t know what it’s like to be sad.

"Girl, do you want to buy one? It's just made and it's delicious."

At the entrance of the alley, the old woman called Ye Jiaqi.

Ye Jiaqi came to his senses and nodded: "Buy one."

She found a quiet place and sat on the cold steps eating alone.

At the end of the vision, there is nothing.
Chapter completed!