Eventually, she had no way out, her back against the cold wall. [No pop-ups. 】

Josnian strode over, his shoes falling to the ground with a steady sound.

Footsteps settled in front of her.

"I've got a long job." He looked at her, his eyes were deep, "What did you promise Yao Zhi?" ”

Ye Jiaqi put his hands against the wall, his gaze dodged, and he didn't dare to face his eyes.

It seems that he knew.

"Nothing." Ye Jiaqi denied it.

"Nothing? Let the Minister of National Security help you find someone, you are really a big face. "There's no way Joss Nian could believe her nonsense.

"Nothing is nothing, I was interviewing at Beijing University, and I happened to know Professor Yao, so I just fell in love."

"That's how you want to find your biological father?"

Josnian took another step forward, and he was very close to her.

Looking at each other, his eyes were indifferent to each other, without the slightest warmth.

Ye Jiaqi had already felt the chill and aura emanating from his body.

"Hmm."

"I said, he's dead."

"I don't believe it." Ye Jiaqi looked at him, "Since you said he was dead, then tell me, where is his grave?" What's his name? Also, can you give me back what you found in Rongcheng? ”

"Ye Jiaqi, do you really want to know? Well? ”

"Yes, you may not understand this feeling, I have no relatives in this world, and suddenly I have a father, do you know how much I care?"

"If you don't have relatives, then what do you think of me? In the past twelve years, you haven't taken me seriously, have you? Josnian looked at her coldly.

"You are the master, and I am the servant." She never dared to treat him as a relative.

"Ye Jiaqi, you have the ability, I can't do anything about you. Come on, you want to know who your dad is, right? I'm telling you. Josnian's tone was extremely cold.

Ye Jiaqi's heart fluttered, and she saw redness and anger in Qiao Sinian's eyes.

Who is her father?

Fear and panic rose in her heart, and at this moment, she was flustered.

The palms and back of his hands were covered with sweat, blood flowed backwards, and he was short of breath.

She didn't dare to breathe.

Jos's tall body pressed down, the familiar agarwood incense wrapping around the tip of her nose.

He didn't wear a tie today, and the collar of his shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a piece of wheat-colored skin.

Ye Jiaqi held his breath and didn't dare to say anything.

There was panic in the big watery eyes like a fawn.

Qiao Sinian suddenly saw that she had a photo in her hand and pulled out her arm with her big hand.

Ye Jiaqi was dragged suddenly, and the whole person threw himself into Qiao Sinian's arms!

In the next second, the photo he was holding in his hand was snatched away by Qiao Sinian.

Seeing the young man in the photo, Qiao Sinian's face became more and more heavy.

"Give me back the picture." Ye Jiaqi pleaded.

Without saying a word, Qiao Sinian raised his hand and tore up this one-inch black and white photo, tearing it to shreds.

Debris fell to the ground like snowflakes.

Ye Jiaqi was a little broken, beating his chest with his fist, crying, tears flowing

"Why are you tearing my photo, why, why are you always like this"

"Don't you want to know who your dad is? That's right, the person in the photo is your biological father. Josnian said coldly.

Ye Jiaqi raised his red eyes: "You know everything?" ”

"Ye Jiaqi, listen, his name is Xiang Hua, a native of Beijing. The only son of Xiang Shaoguang, the mastermind of the tragedy in the capital more than 20 years ago, do you understand? "Joss has blood in his words.