"She has no intention of traveling," Josnian said lightly.

The dean thought for a moment: "Mr. Qiao, do you have any ideas? Or is there anything you need my cooperation to do? I can find someone to help. Rongcheng is not big, so if you designate a place to find someone, it will not be difficult."

When Josnian watched the surveillance, he already had an idea.

Precisely because he knew it, he knew that he was not far away from her...

A very close distance.

At this moment, he could even feel his own heartbeat, as if he was close to her heart.

"I'll do it myself, thank you, Dean."

"You're welcome, Mr. Qiao. If you need any help, just call me. Why don't you stay and have a meal together? It's just dinner time."

"No, please, Dean."

Josnian did not stay in the hospital to eat. He returned to his car.

The bouquet of roses was still lying peacefully on the passenger seat, bright and bright, like a new life, and the delicate petals exuded a faint fragrance.

Josnian lowered his head, his slender fingers gently slid over the petals as thin as butterfly wings, and the bright color fell into his deep pupils.

"Qiqi, come home with me." His voice was soft and hoarse.

He misses her.

He wanted to take her home even more.

At noon, Josnian lost his appetite and drove the car to a deserted area.

From a distance, he saw Ye Yunxiao's graveyard.

Although there are weeds around, the cemetery has been cleaned cleanly with no weeds, the tombstones have also been cleaned, and there are dried flowers and fruits on the ground. It looks like it has been around for a while.

She really needs to be in Rongcheng.

Josnian didn't get out of the car, but opened the window. There was a unclear luster in his eyes.

He lit a cigarette and smoked silently in the car. White smoke lingered around the side of his face, obscuring his profile and expression.

The car was soon filled with smoke.

After a long time, he made a phone call and drove away from the cemetery.

That night, he stayed in Rongcheng.

Compared with the prosperity of the capital city, this small county is much deserted. Even in the city center, there is not much excitement at night.

Josnian was walking on the road, not walking very fast. He would occasionally stop and look up at the county town.

This is the place where she lived until she was eight years old.

When she was in Qiao Zhai, she almost never told him what happened before she was eight years old, because he didn't have the patience to listen. It was just that her mother often bought her delicious food, and her mother liked her.

After listening to it a few times, he felt that it was not new, so he stopped letting her talk and thought it was noisy.

Now walking in the streets and alleys, he wanted to take her through them. Josnian put his hands in his suit pockets and walked carelessly.

In the evening, he received a call from Irfan.

"Irving, what's the matter?"

"Master Qiao, Miss Han called me. She wants to ask you if you have time. She wants to see you."

"What's wrong with her?"

"I'm not sure. She didn't tell me."

"I don't have time right now."

"Okay, I'll tell her." Ou Fan understood.

Josnian didn't quite understand why Han Yurou wanted to see him. What's the matter?

However, he could see that she had not had a good life with Rong Jincheng in the past two years. She seemed not to know the grudge between her father and Rong Jincheng.
Chapter completed!