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

Joss Nian's brows were furrowed, his chin line was tight, and his handsome and delicate face was more cold and terrifyingly cold.

He had an envelope between his slender fingers.

The envelope had been opened, and it was full of freshly washed photographs.

A lot of sheets.

Joss Nian opened them one by one, his face was blue and gloomy.

It's like the sky before a storm, gloomy and ugly.

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

The protagonists of the photo are none other than Ye Jiaqi and Huo Jingyi.

The two drank and sang 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 when Ye Jiaqi looked at Huo Jingyi's eyes, gentleness was mixed with affection and admiration.

A thick stack of photos, about two dozen of them.

Josnian's eyes were bloodshot.

After reading them all, he tore up all the photos and threw them to Meng Shen.

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

The air was eerily silent and quiet.

Josnian closed his eyes slightly, frowned, and looked displeased, as if he was thinking about something.

After a long time, he glanced at Meng Shen, and his tone was cold and resolute.

"Meng Shen, what do you say about a disloyal and insincere brother like Huo Jingyi?"

Meng Shen sighed in his heart.

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

The corners of Josnian's lips curled up with a hint of mockery, slightly raised.

The air was silent again, and there seemed to be a little more intense smell of gunpowder.

"You go down first." Joss commanded.

"Yes, Master Qiao."

Meng Shen put away the things on the table and quietly retreated.

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

It was four o'clock in the evening in the capital, and the night was hazy.

It's pitch black everywhere.

In early winter, the temperature plummeted, and when the wind blew, it was cold and cold.

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

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

Winter in the capital comes early, and the trees are withering.

This deep cold night, dark, like a behemoth, pressed over the capital.

The Rolls-Royce sped forward in the clearing, its body rubbing against the air, making a "whirring" sound, and the surrounding trees retreated at a breakneck speed.

All night, it was very cold.

It was dark inside the car, Josnian's sharp eyes were slightly raised, and his jaw line was tense.

The hand reached out of his pocket for a lighter and lit a cigarette.

The smoke was thick and the night was low.

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

Qiao's house was quiet, and he couldn't hear a sound.

Steward Sun received a call from Meng Shen in advance, and waited at the door with a few servants early.

The car stopped.

There was a mist floating in the air, hazy.

It was foggy, and the street lights were a little dim.

The bodyguard stood next to the car, and Meng Shen opened the car door for Qiao Sinian.

Dressed in a long black trench coat, Joss was independent, and the night stretched his shadow a little.

"Master Qiao." Steward Sun stood respectfully.

Joe Sinian glanced up at the third floor.

It was pitch black upstairs.

A cold light flashed in his sharp eyes.

"What about Ye Jiaqi?" He spoke in a deep voice.

There was a little more hoarseness in his voice.

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

As soon as he said a word, Qiao Sinian's face sank a little more.

Everyone lowered their heads, and the atmosphere did not dare to come out.