When he was almost finished writing, Ye Jiaqi stood up and said, "President, it's almost time. It's time for me to go home. Although there is nothing between us, I don't want to be seen and disturb my peaceful life."

"President, you should go home early. Working too late is not a good thing."

Josnian had already finished eating. He was leaning on the sofa with an unlit cigarette between his fingers.

He narrowed his narrow eyes and said nothing.

Ye Jiaqi put on his bag: "I'm leaving."

"Ye Jiaqi, what do you think of me?" Josnian said, his eyes falling on her calm and clean face.

Ye Jiaqi didn't expect that he would ask such a straightforward question. Surprise and astonishment flashed across her eyes, but soon, they returned to calm like lake water, without any surprises.

She was holding her backpack bag with one hand and supporting her waist with the other hand, holding out her belly.

She was not close to him, but far enough to see all the expressions on his face.

In fact, he has always been a person who keeps his emotions and anger secretive. This time, she only saw depth and calmness on his face, without any special expression.

You can't see through his expression or what's on his mind.

He has a habit of hiding his thoughts in his heart.

When she didn't speak, the office was silent.

After a pause, the corners of her lips curved upward: "What does the president think I should think about you?"

Josnian frowned and said nothing.

"Let's go home. My baby is sleepy." Ye Jiaqi smiled and walked towards the office door.

"I send you."

"No, you've been drinking, and I won't dare sit in your car."

"I'll walk you to the subway!"

"oh."

"Idiot." Josnian looked unhappy, stood up, took a suit jacket from the hanger and threw it to her.

His suit jacket had a scent that was unique to him. Ye Jiaqi hugged it and put the suit jacket on himself.

She walked downstairs side by side with him.

The Financial City was deserted, and the crescent moon rose from the east and hung hazy in the sky.

The clouds are clear and shallow, and the street lights are bright.

On summer nights, there are tiny chirping sounds of insects in the grass, which is particularly moving under the lonely night sky.

The bugs circled around the street lamp, and the moths swooped again and again.

The light from the street lamp lengthened their shadows, one tall and one short, and their steps were slow.

Ye Jiaqi walked slowly, and Josnian also slowed down his pace.

She looked down at their shadows.

It's been a long time since we took a walk together.

The last time we took a walk together was in Qiao Zhai, the capital. It seemed like it was a long time ago, as if it had been a lifetime.

Now she is a complete stranger to him. Although they have intersection at work, this intersection is not worth the past eighteen years.

The wind blew Ye Jiaqi's hair, and she walked silently, hoping that the road would be longer.

After we didn't know each other, every time we were together, it felt like we had picked him up.

None of them spoke first.

Josnian's black leather shoes stepped on the ground, his steps steady and vigorous.

Ye Jiaqi is pregnant and walks much more clumsily.

Most of the time, it was Josnian who accommodated her.

After walking less than half the way, José Young coughed and broke the silence: "Your husband... did you often take walks with you before?"
Chapter completed!