Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 1688
As he talked, he felt a little guilty. This reason was too lame to be valid at all.

He saw that Josnian's face changed completely. He was holding an umbrella in one hand and clenched into a fist with the other. His eyes were dark and bloodthirsty.

"Meng Chen, if something happens to her, the company in Chicago and Chengfan will be entrusted to you." Josnian said, his gaze fell on an invisible place.

"Master Qiao..." Meng Chen cried out heartbroken, "Don't think badly, nothing will happen, I'll call again..."

Meng Chen's voice was also a little trembling.

Josnian's words made him feel very distressed.

Meng Chen immediately made a few more phone calls, almost hoarse in the rain.

He and Josnian were brothers in love. He knew Josnian very well. If something happened to Ye Jiaqi, Josnian might really not even take care of Qiao Chengfan.

No matter how mature and rational people are, they can't escape the word "love".

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, Josnian's forehead and hair were wet, and most of his clothes were wet.

It was obviously very cold, but he couldn't feel the coldness. The blood all over his body was boiling and burning, as if he could stop breathing in the next second.

In the rain, many people stood back and forth, and the atmosphere was cold.

The night of Ching Ming Festival is always cold in my heart.

The wind blowing on his face was as sharp as a knife.

Meng Chen had been standing in the rain on the phone, while Josnian stood silently, his figure stretched by the lights, lonely and depressed.

Not far away, Qiao Zhai's rice balls were still screaming, non-stop, and the sound was particularly bleak.

Time goes by little by little.

From seven o'clock at night to midnight, Josnian and Meng Chen had been looking for someone, but found nothing.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, and there was no news from Ye Jiaqi anywhere.

"It's twelve o'clock..." Josnian rubbed his forehead in pain, "The night is so deep, it's still raining, she's afraid of the dark, and she's still wearing slippers..."

Meng Chen's heart was broken when he heard this.

He knew how much pressure and pain Josnian was enduring at this moment, it might be like a knife piercing his heart, over and over again.

As Josnian said, who else could take someone away under his nose.

Ye Jiaqi didn't have that much ability to escape for so long.

The situation is far more serious than imagined.

"Master Qiao, I think Miss Ye is still in the hands of Mr. Qin." Meng Chen suppressed his emotions, "Maybe Mr. Qin knows something."

When people get old, when it comes to Ching Ming Festival, they will miss the dead more and more.

Qin Shien is a white-haired man giving a black-haired man.

The hatred in my heart will not be eliminated until death, unless it is brought into the coffin.

"However, Master Qiao, the old man always brings people to the capital by ghosts and ghosts, so he won't let us find them easily." Meng Chen tried his best to analyze with Josnian in a calm tone.

But what's the use of analyzing and analyzing.

If Qin Shien wanted to hide it, he would be able to hide it.

The group of dead soldiers in Qin Shien's hands were definitely not vegetarians, and they dared to shoot Josnian.

Meng Chen felt a chill down his spine, he could shoot Josnian mercilessly, and Ye Jiaqi...

OK.

A person who hates to the extreme can definitely do things that no one dares to think of. It may be a gift to shoot him dead.

Meng Chen felt chills all over his body.

"Look, keep looking." Josnian feebly closed his eyes, which were extremely tired.

There was a "slight" pain in the heart, as if everything had been taken away by someone, and he was lingering on his last breath.

With his last breath, he was supporting Ye Jiaqi.

(End of this chapter)