At two o'clock in the evening, the plane from San Francisco to Beijing took off.

Qiao Sinian frowned, her chin lines were tight, and there was a cold and terrifying coolness on her handsome and delicate face.

An envelope was sandwiched between his slender fingers.

The envelope has been opened and all the photos inside are just washed out.

Many.

Qiao Sinian opened one by one, her face turned ashen and extremely gloomy.

It was like the sky before the storm came, gloomy and ugly.

Meng Chen stood aside, standing with his hands hanging down, not daring to make a sound.

The protagonists in the photo are nothing else, but Ye Jiaqi and Huo Jingyi.

The two of them were drinking and singing in the private room; Huo Jingyi set off fireworks for Ye Jiaqi; Huo Jingyi sent Ye Jiaqi home...

The two in the photo are intimate.

Especially Ye Jiaqi's eyes looked at Huo Jingyi, with deep affection and admiration mixed in gentleness.

A stack of thick photos, about twenty pictures.

Qiao Sinian's eyes were covered with bloodshot.

After reading all of them, he tore off all the photos and threw them to Meng Chen.

Qiao Sinian didn't speak, and Meng Chen didn't dare to speak.

The air is particularly silent and quiet.

Qiao Sinian closed his eyes slightly, frowned, and looked unhappy, as if he was thinking about something.

It took him a long time to look at Meng Chen, his tone was cold and firm.

"Meng Chen, what should I do to treat a disloyal brother like Huo Jingyi?"

Meng Chen's heart skipped a beat.

"Master Huo, Mr. Huo is afraid he doesn't know that Miss Ye is your person."

Qiao Sinian's lips curled up a sarcastic curve and raised slightly.

The air fell into silence again, and it seemed that there was a little more intense smell of gunpowder.

"You go down first." Qiao Sinian ordered.

"Yes, Mr. Qiao."

Meng Chen packed up the things on the table and quietly stepped down.

Fourteen hours later, the plane landed at Jingcheng International Airport.

It was late at night in the capital, and the night was hazy.

It was pitch black everywhere.

The temperature dropped sharply in early winter, and when the wind blew, it felt cool and cold.

As soon as she got off the plane, Meng Chen prepared a coat for Qiao Sinian.

Josnian reached out to take it, put it on, and walked towards the Rolls-Royce outside the airport.

Winter in the capital comes very early and the trees wither.

This deep cold night was pitch black, like a giant, pressing over the capital.

Rolls-Royce was moving forward rapidly in the open space, the body rubbed against the air, making a "whim" sound, and the surrounding trees retreated at an extremely fast speed.

The whole night was very cold.

The car was very dark, Qiao Sinian's sharp eyes rose slightly, and his chin lines were tight.

He took out the lighter from his pocket and lit a cigarette.

Smoke is shrouded and the night is drooping.

After smoking half a pack of cigarettes, Rolls-Royce stopped at the door of Qiao's house.

Qiao's house is quiet and there is no sound.

Butler Sun received a call from Meng Chen in advance and was waiting at the door with a few servants.

The car stopped.

There was mist floating in the air, hazy.

The fog started and the street lights dimmed a little.

The bodyguard stood by the car, and Meng Chen opened the car door for Qiao Sinian.

Qiao Sinian, wearing a long black windbreaker, had a separate figure, and the night color stretched his shadow a little longer.

"Mr. Qiao." Butler Sun stood respectfully.

Qiao Sinian looked up at the third floor.

The upstairs are pitch black.

A little cold light flashed in his sharp eyes.

"Where is Ye Jiaqi?" He spoke in a deep voice.

There was a little more dusty and hoarse voice.

"Miss Ye is not here." Butler Sun lowered his head.

After saying this, Qiao Sinian's face darkened a little more.

Everyone lowered their heads and dared not show off.
Chapter completed!