Qiao Sinian didn't like her like this, and her hands were much more intense and her face looked ugly.

Ye Jiaqi stopped struggling and stopped shouting, and tears flowed down.

This time, I'm afraid Qiao Sinian didn't plan to let her go.

But, just as his hand touched her pants, the landline in the living room rang.

The noise is loud and particularly harsh.

Qiao Sinian stopped what was in her hand, glanced at Ye Jiaqi in annoyance, and stood up from her body.

Ye Jiaqi picked up the coat on the ground, put on his clothes, and sat up from the carpet.

At this moment, she was like a injured kitten, with tears on her face.

He didn't like her, and she hated him.

He lacks sleeping with him, so why do he have to look for her?

Just to revenge her? She has paid a high price, so why should she hold on to it?

For a woman, nothing is more painful than losing a child.

Thanks to him, she has endured the greatest pain of women.

So, he still refused to let her go? Will he be willing to play with her to death?

Ye Jiaqi clenched his lips, his face full of tears, his eyes were filled with vague trance, and he was stunned.

Qiao Si walked over with long legs and grabbed the phone, his voice was low and depressed.

"Hello."

"Mr. Qiao, my sister suddenly fainted and had just undergone a minor operation."

It was a phone call from London that was traveling across the ocean.

The other party is nothing but Fang Cheng.

Qiao Sinian was silent for a while, and his tone slowed down: "What about now?"

"I'm very weak now, I really want to see you."

"Aren't you doing well some time ago?"

"Master Qiao, you know, my sister has been in poor health in the past few years." Fang Cheng said calmly, "But this time, you are not by your side, she has been crying."

"What are you crying?"

"I feel sad, she is afraid of one day..."

As he said that, Fang Cheng stopped speaking and his voice fell.

Qiao Sinian's face was tense, and her eyes were filled with a little deeper like an ancient well.

"Master Qiao, can you come to London?" Fang Cheng's attitude was very sincere.

After a long time, Qiao Sinian responded.

Fang Cheng didn't dare to disturb him and didn't say more.

Qiao Sinian hung up the phone and turned around.

I happened to see Ye Jiaqi wiping his tears and standing up with the wall.

The carpet was messy, her hair was messy, and there were countless traces left by him on her snow-white neck.

Ye Jiaqi didn't hear anyone he called, and she was not interested in knowing.

She stood up holding the wall, her eyes dazed.

There are crystal water droplets hanging on the long eyelashes, trembling.

Qiao Sinian strode to the bathroom and soaked the towels with water.

When he walked out, he wiped her face and hands himself.

Ye Jiaqi refused to rely on it and tried his best to hide behind.

"Don't move."

Qiao Sinian pulled her and his tone slowed down a little.

The towels are warm and have a lavender scent.

He wiped her face quietly, very carefully.

In the same scene, the same place, Ye Jiaqi remembered the past in an instant.

When she was a child, she was very playful, and she often went home dirty.

Anyway, Qiao Sinian came back late, and the people in Qiao's house didn't bother to care about her, so she was unscrupulous.

Once, she was having a big time and fell into a puddle, splashing all over mud!

All the pink shirts I changed into black in the morning, and her face was covered with mud.

It was getting late, so she wanted to take a secret shower while Qiao Sinian hadn't come back.

After all, in Qiao's house, Qiao Si's annual meeting will take care of her.

But unexpectedly, she just pushed open the living room door and saw Qiao Sinian sitting upright on the sofa.
Chapter completed!