Qiao Sinian didn't like to see her like this, and the movements of his hands were much more intense, and his face was ugly. 【Latest chapter reading. 】

Ye Jiaqi stopped struggling and shouted, 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 was loud and extremely harsh.

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

Ye Jiaqi picked up the coat on the ground, got dressed, and sat up from the carpet.

At this point, she was like a wounded kitten, with tears on her face.

He didn't want to see her, and she hated him.

He didn't have someone to sleep with, so why did he have to look for her?

Is it just to get revenge on her? She had already paid a high price, why should she hold on tightly.

There is nothing more painful for a woman than the loss of a child.

By his gift, she has endured the greatest pain of a woman.

So, he still refuses to let her go? Do you want to play her to death?

Ye Jiaqi bit his lip tightly, tears filled his face, and his eyes were in a fluctuating trance, stunned.

Joss walked over on his long legs and grabbed the phone, his voice low and suppressed with anger.

"Hey."

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

It was a transitive phone call, coming from London.

The other party was none other than Fang Cheng.

Joss was silent for a long time, and his tone softened: "What now? ”

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

"Wasn't it okay some time ago?"

"Master Qiao, you know, in the past few years, my sister's health has been very bad." Fang Cheng said calmly, "It's just that this time, you're not around, she's been crying." ”

"What are you crying about?"

"I'm sad in my heart, she's afraid that she will ...... one day"

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

Qiao Sinian's face was tense, and his eyes were a little more deep like ancient well water.

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

After a long time, Josnian answered.

Fang Cheng didn't dare to disturb him, so he didn't say anything more.

Joss hung up the phone and turned around.

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

The carpet was messy, her hair was messy, and the snow-white neck was marked by the countless marks he had left behind.

Ye Jiaqi didn't hear who he was talking to, and she wasn't interested in knowing.

She stood up against the wall, her eyes dazed.

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

Josnian strode to the bathroom and soaked his towel with water.

When he came out, he personally wiped her face and hands.

Ye Jiaqi didn't follow, and desperately hid back.

"Don't move."

Josnian pulled her along, his tone softening.

The towels were warm and scented with lavender.

He quietly wiped her face, very carefully.

The same scene, the same place, for a moment, Ye Jiaqi remembered the past.

When she was a child, she was a playful age, and she often went home with dirty play.

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

Once, she played too big and fell into a puddle and splashed all over the mud!

The little pink shirt she had changed in the morning had all turned black, and her face was covered in mud.

It was getting late, and she wanted to take a shower secretly while Joss hadn't come back.

After all, in Qiao's house, Joss will take care of her every year.

But, unexpectedly, as soon as she pushed open the door of the living room, she saw Josnian sitting on the sofa.