As he spoke, he was a little guilty. This reason was too crappy and was not enough to be valid.

He saw that Qiao Sinian's face had completely changed. He held an umbrella in one hand and clenched it into a fist in the other hand. His eyes were filled with the depth and bloodthirsty redness.

"Meng Chen, if something happens to her, the Chicago company and Chengfan will entrust you to you." Qiao Sinian spoke, his eyes falling in an invisible place.

"Master Qiao..." Meng shouted in pain, "Don't think about the bad things, nothing will happen, I'll call again..."

Meng Chen's voice was also a little trembling.

Qiao Sinian's words made him feel heartbroken.

Meng Chen immediately made a few more calls, and in the rain, he was almost hoarse.

He and Qiao Sinian are brothers, and he knows Qiao Sinian very well. If something happens to Ye Jiaqi, Qiao Sinian may really not even take care of Qiao Chengfan.

No matter how mature or rational a person is, he cannot escape the word "love".

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, Qiao Sinian's forehead was wet, and her clothes were mostly wet.

It was obviously very cold, but he couldn't feel the coldness. His blood was boiling and burning, as if he could stop breathing in the next second.

In the rain, there were many people standing in front and back, and the atmosphere was cold.

On the night of Qingming Festival, it is always cold to the heart.

The wind blew on the face, it was as sharp as a knife.

Meng Chen kept standing in the rain and making phone calls, while Qiao Sinian stood silently, his figure stretched out by the lights, lonely and depressed.

Not far away, Qiao's rice balls were still yelling, and his voice was particularly desolate.

Time goes by little by little.

From around 7 o'clock to late twelve o'clock, Qiao Sinian and Meng Chen were looking for someone, but they found nothing.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, and there was no news about Ye Jiaqi in all places.

"It's twelve o'clock..." Qiao Sinian rubbed her forehead in pain, "It's so late at night, and it's still raining. She is afraid of the darkness and is wearing slippers..."

Meng Chen's heart was broken when he listened.

He knew how much pressure and pain Qiao Sinian was under at this moment, maybe it was like a knife swaying his heart, over and over again.

As Qiao Sinian said, who else can take people away under his nose?

Ye Jiaqi doesn't have that great ability and can avoid it for so long.

The situation is far more serious than expected.

"Master Qiao, I think Miss Ye is still in the hands of Mr. Qin." Meng Chen suppressed his emotions, "Maybe Mr. Qin knows something."

When people get old, they will miss their deceased more and more.

Qin Shien was a white-haired man who gave him a black-haired man.

The hatred in my heart will never be eliminated until death, unless it is brought into the coffin.

"However, Mr. Qiao, the old man brought people to the capital and would not be found easily." Meng Chen tried his best to analyze with Qiao Sinian in a calm tone.

But what is the use of analysis?

If Qin Shi'en wanted to hide it, it would definitely be hidden.

The group of dead soldiers in Qin Shien'en's hands were definitely not vegetarians, and they dared to shoot Qiao Sinian.

Meng Chen's back felt cold, and he could shoot Qiao Sinian without any mercy, and Ye Jiaqi...

I dare not think about it.

A person who hates the most will definitely do something that no one dares to think of. One shot may be a gift.

Meng Chen was covered in chills all over.

"Look, keep looking." Qiao Sinian closed her eyes weakly, with extreme fatigue in her eyes.

The heart was "slightly" painful, as if it was taken away by someone, and it was breathing.
Chapter completed!