Chapter 17 He Ended It

The next morning, Chen Qing packed up and went downstairs.

Today is the first day of the new year, and the Luo family's house is decorated with joy everywhere. Normally, people who come to pay New Year's greetings will take a few days to arrive, but probably because Mrs. Luo stayed at home for a short time this year, and she was about to be promoted, all of them came in a group. Even those who couldn't come have already received gifts.

The nanny saw Chen Qing coming down, put down the gift list beside her, and came over, "Miss Chen, breakfast is ready. Have some sobering tea first."

"Where are Uncle Luo and Aunt Luo?"

"I'm going to see Mr. Jiang off."

Chen Qing drooped his eyelids.

At the same time, Mrs. Luo came in and asked, "Are you awake?"

She pulled a card from her coat pocket. "Mr. Jiang left this for you. The password is your birthday. Take it."

Chen Qing stared at the card, and last night's conversation flooded into his mind.

This should be the end that Jiang Jingyan gave her.

He offered her options, which she repeatedly rejected.

It is said that where a man's money is, there is his love.

But for powerful people, if a man and a woman have had a relationship, giving them some money is the easiest way to get rid of it.

And it must be huge.

No more trouble forever.

Mrs. Luo saw that she was in a daze and urged her, "What are you thinking about? Take it."

Chen Qing took it in a daze and held it in his palm.

At the dinner table, Mrs. Luo drank a bowl of porridge with him. "Your Uncle Luo and I are going out this afternoon. You can rest at home. The plane ticket for tomorrow has been bought. Please see if there is anything you need and ask the nanny to buy it for you."

"good."

She was in a state of disinterest, and Mrs. Luo thought she was upset because Jiang Jingyan had left without saying goodbye, so she deliberately mentioned, "Mr. Jiang's mother temporarily sent a consolation delegation to the troops, and he had to rush back, and he left in a hurry."

Chen Qing pursed his lips and hummed.

In the afternoon, she went out and the nanny chased her out and handed her the car keys, "Mr. Jiang left this for you."

The snow had not melted yet, and Chen Qing had only driven on the road two or three times after passing the driving test and was afraid to drive.

She put her keys and cards into her suitcase and went to the city alone to buy some daily necessities.

When I came out of the mall, it was snowing and the wind was quite strong.

Chen Qing retreated back into the revolving door and took out his cell phone to hail a taxi.

Zhounan is not very lively during the Spring Festival, so it should be easy to get a taxi.

But this damn weather...

Chen Qing stamped his feet and kept refreshing his phone.

I waited for half an hour and no one took the order.

The nearest subway station is two kilometers away.

She made up her mind and went out in the wind and snow.

In just a few hundred meters, the snow fell heavier and heavier, and the streets were covered in white.

Chen Qing put his hands in his pockets, but the temperature was too low and he was too cold to feel anything.

A sudden gust of wind blew away her scarf and long hair.

At the same time, a black jeep stopped by the roadside.

The man opened the car window, a look of surprise flashing across his eyes, "Qing'er? Are you alone?"

Chen Qing frantically grabbed his scarf, recognized the person in front of him, and bowed slightly, "Mr. Yan."

Yan Baiqing was dressed casually today, wearing a black turtleneck sweater, a lead-gray coat, and his short hair was blown by the wind, looking mature and approachable.

He pushed the door open and got out of the car, repeating, "Are you alone?"

"Um."

"Get in the car first." His broad body completely blocked the wind.

Light woody notes linger.

Chen Qing didn't move.

Yan Baiqing noticed her hesitation and added, "I'm not a bad person."

It would be better if you didn't say it, because once you say it, it seems like you are trying to cover up something.

Perhaps he noticed it himself and frowned and pursed his lips.

Chen Qing smiled and still refused, "No need, Mr. Yan, the subway station is right in front, I'll be there soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, another gust of wind blew, carrying ice and snow.

Yan Baiqing took a step closer and put his arms around her, but did not touch her body.

Be sensible and cultured.

"Get in the car." His voice penetrated his chest, and it was particularly mellow in his ears. "I'll take you to the subway station."

Chen Qing couldn't resist.

What's more, Yan Baiqing is currently Mrs. Luo's leader. If he is too reserved, it would be ungrateful.

She thanked him softly, "Thank you for your help."