In the quiet private room, Ye Jiaqi was a little at a loss.

The night is getting deeper and deeper.

Outside is the noisy city and blurry lights, but there is only her lonely figure in the private room.

The light stretched her thin shadow very long and reflected it on the ground, alone.

She didn't know how long she cried. She raised her head from her arms and silently opened the cake box.

Her eyes were bright red, and her long eyelashes were covered with crystal drops of water.

At this moment, it is already past seven o'clock in the evening.

He didn't come and never called her back.

There was heating in the private room, but she felt chilly.

There can never be purity between her and him.

During this period of time, her relationship with him was particularly calm, and no one mentioned the third person, not even Qiao Chengfan.

Be careful, cautious and subtle.

But no matter how careful you are, it is just a cover-up. Neither she nor him can cover up what has happened.

She had always known that he was a cruel and ruthless person.

So...there is no reason to be merciful to your enemies.

Maybe he came to Chicago just to let her taste the feeling of being trampled on again.

She admitted that he was quite successful.

He knows how to figure out a person's psychological balance. Of course, if he doesn't know how, how can he stand on a high place in the capital and control the wind and rain?

She underestimated him.

Watch the fireworks with her, cook her a meal, pick her up from get off work... She made an appointment with him to celebrate his birthday.

However, he has never been a person who wastes time and energy on useless things.

Ye Jiaqi opened the cake box, and the aroma of cream hit his face.

It's almost eight o'clock, there's no way he's coming.

This is a cake she made by herself, and it is also the most beautiful cake she has made so far, without any flaws.

That's fine, you can eat the cake you made yourself...

Ye Jiaqi cut the cake with a knife, first cut a small piece and put it on a plate.

She ate the cake silently. The cream was delicious, the fruit was fresh, and it was always sweet no matter how you ate it.

Maybe, he will never know that she made a cake with her own hands on his birthday.

Ye Jiaqi ate it one bite at a time, and the sweet taste slipped into her throat. Suddenly, her nose became sour, and two tears fell on the cake.

As she ate, she tasted a bitter taste.

It is obviously a very sweet cake, why is it bitter? Did she put the wrong thing...

Right, otherwise how could the cake be bitter?

But she made it by herself, and it took two hours... She wanted to finish it.

In the quiet private room, Ye Jiaqi was the only one eating cake.

The time is silent and the figure is lonely.

The warm light shone on her face, and besides being confused, there wasn't much expression in her eyes.

It's like a friend just missed an appointment.

nothing……

Ye Jiaqi ate a whole box of cakes for a long time before finishing half of it.

The neat four words "Happy Birthday" stung her eyes.

She ate it one bite at a time, feeling very full and still eating.

Until I can't eat anymore.

The table was in a mess, and there was only half of the cake left.

It's late at night.

No matter what, she will wait until twelve o'clock, which is her last bit of patience and support.

Ye Jiaqi's empty eyes stared blankly at the opposite wall. There were exquisite decorative paintings on the wall, but she could not see anything...

The feeling of four years ago came to mind again.

Wait, wait endlessly.
Chapter completed!